Kim Woo-Joong’s eyes flickered sharply.

‘I’ll be defeated if I face his sword head-on.’

Kim Woo-Joong was Earth’s Sword Saint, but even he had judged the sword stroke to be too strong to handle.

‘It’s a mistake if I fall for it just once, but if I fall for it twice, then it’s a skill issue.’

Kim Woo-Joong lowered himself as much as he could to put as much weight as he could on his lower body.

Clang!

Sparks flew as the two swords clashed against each other.

‘I need to parry it.’

Kim Woo-Joong tilted his wrist to parry the opponent’s sword move.

The move deflected most of the power behind Ceylonso’s attack.

“Subduing strength with tenderness, huh? That is a textbook maneuver, but…”

Ceylonso looked like he was watching a child performing in a talent show. He smirked and put more strength into his sword.

“...it makes it easy to read your next move.”

“...!’

Kim Woo-Joong’s expression changed. He could parry a falling rock, but he couldn’t do the same to an entire mountain.

“Argh!” Kim Woo-Joong coughed up blood as he was helplessly pushed away. He was fortunate enough to avoid severe injuries because he had put most of his weight on his lower body.

However, his joints were screaming at him.

“Son Chae-Won!”

“You…”

“We are running out of time! Hurry!” Kim Woo-Joong shouted.

Son Chae-Won bit her lips.

After a moment of hesitation, Son Chae-Won unwittingly exclaimed, “Fine, but only three times!”

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