Boom! The explosions that filled the air were so loud that it felt like his ears would fall off. The Martial King was too strong; each step that he took made the ground quake, and each fist made storms gather. In his youth, before he’d gained the nickname “the Martial King”, he had been called “the Walking Disaster”. From the shockwaves each movement he made caused, Yeon-woo could understand why.

And now, he was stronger than he’d been back then. Yeon-woo was fending off his attacks with Vigrid, his Sky Wings spread wide, but that was the most he could do. His Draconic Eyes tracked the Martial King’s movements, but he didn’t have time to predict their path. He couldn’t even think about counterattacking, and the fight ended with him just barely holding on.

On the other hand, the Martial King looked relaxed the entire time. “Try a little harder.” He was only demonstrating...