“Did you call for me?” Yeon-woo went to the Martial King’s side.

“It’s hard dealing with all those oldies, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Well, it seemed like it. People like you and me don’t care about what other people think of us.” The Martial King chortled as if he’d heard a funny joke. “Anyway, I called you over so I can start teaching you the Eight Extreme Fists before the siege on Kuram. I’ll be teaching you one movement at a time, and as I said before, you’d better pay attention because I won’t teach you the same movement twice.”

Yeon-woo’s eyes glowed. It seemed like he would be able to learn earlier than he had expected since he thought the Martial King’s lessons would start only after the battle had ended.

“First, before you start learning anything, why do you think I am trying to teach you this since you’re already a pretty good fighter? Do you know the reason?”

Yeon-woo answered without any hesitation. “Isn’t it to increase the efficiency of the release of magic power?”

“Oho. You’ve already thought about it?” The Martial King nodded, satisfied. “You’re correct. In addition, Mugong is a word that combines “mu” or “to fight” with “gong” or "to build up”. This...