"Hu, ha, hu, ho!"

Seo Jun-Sik ran as hard as he could.

"Catch him!"

"Go that way!"

"He’s quick! Close off his retreat!"

Whips, traps, weapons, and arrows flew toward him from all sides. To make matters worse, hundreds of first-grade martial artists were flocking in as well.

Seo Jun-Sik looked over at them and thought seriously. ‘I-I have never had this much fun before...’

As if he were being chased by zombies, the adrenaline rush made him feel incomparably exhilarated. Of course, the reason why he could have such a light-hearted thought was that he was relaxed in both body and mind.

‘I can't believe these people are first-grade martial artists. The future of the Murim Alliance is dark.’

He could only exert about forty percent of the Original’s strength. Nevertheless, he was confident that he could knock all these guys down if he willed.

‘Or maybe not…’

He could be a hundred percent sure about it if his magic were full. The obstacle called insufficient magic made such a feat hard to achieve.

'Well, then, what to do?’

He couldn’t just go to the pub with these guys hanging on to him like fruits.

The pub would surely have troops stationed there as well, so he couldn't waste all his magic here.

"All right,...