“How can you win one match like this?” Hyeonu coldly mocked Lee Hoon, who was lying on the ground.

“You are too different when talking to me, Coach Gang. Isn’t this too hard? Is this your taste?” Lee Hoon opened his mouth while laying on the ground.

‘I’m dying.’

He didn’t have the energy to move the other parts of his body that weren’t his mouth. He was literally exhausted.

‘Is there a bigger difference in abilities?’

It was a few times harder than preparing for Arena Week. He felt really suffocated.

‘This guy’s debuff...’

It was fighting energy that made things the hardest for Lee Hoon. To be exact, it was fighting energy that decreased stats. Hyeonu had adjusted the stats, but a debuff was still a debuff.

‘My mind remembers the best condition, but my body can’t follow...’

This feeling made Lee Hoon feel tired more quickly.

‘Why does he use a sword so well?’

He was appalled by the iron sword that stabbed at his weaknesses more sharply. At the same time, he felt like he was going crazy. He didn’t even have the wish to deal one blow.

“Get up. Your turn is over,” Hyeonu glared briefly at Lee Hoon, who was lying on the dirt ground, and opened...