“You idiots! You guys can’t even kill an octopus?”

Sergeyevich was surprised to hear the voice. The voice wasn’t far away, yet he couldn’t see anyone. ‘Am I hearing things?’

Then, Sergeyevich’s underling urged him to act. “Saint-nim! Please hurry! The disciples of the Leo temple are losing.”

Sergeyevich grabbed his remote control. The Goat Saint was about to activate the holy item he had installed near the ocean. As he reached toward the button…

 “Look at this.”

“!”

The switch was destroyed, and he heard a menacing voice.

Pah-gahk!

“…!” The Goat Saint didn’t even have the time to be surprised as something headed for his chin.

Shweek!

It was a hand that could rip through a boulder.

“…!” The surprised Goat Saint dodged, but he soon heard the sharp laughter of his opponent. The trajectory of the fist had changed.

Bbah-gahk!

The Goat Saint’s vision shook. His chin had taken a hit in the end. “Koohk!”

“Saint-nim!”

The Goat Saint quickly tried to create distance. His head had been rocked, but thankfully, it was a glancing blow. Although Sergeyevich was the Maker Saint and a Maker, he was talented enough to go toe to toe with Lee Gun. However, the power behind the punch gave him goosebumps.

Sergeyevich glared at his opponent. 

A tall man wearing a black hat stood there. “I was wondering where you were...