When Baek Mu-Gun saw the bandits taking up arms again in order to survive, he held the Flying Golden Shield in his hands. Each of his movements made the bandits nervous.

“Aren’t you ashamed of using your artifact’s unique traits to gain an advantage over us?” Meng Heuk-San criticized Mu-Gun when he noticed Mu-Gun was about to throw the Flying Golden Shield again.

Mu-Gun’s outstanding martial arts aside, Heuk-San thought the Flying Golden Shield was a special artifact.

“Do you not find it cowardly for the entire Nine Dragon Stronghold to go up against me?”

“Joining forces against a master is definitely not considered cowardly,” Heuk-San replied proudly.

“So you’re telling me not to use this shield?”

“We are martial artists before we are bandits. Since you’ve decided to kill us, at least let us give it our all as martial artists before we die.”

“You do know better than I do that what you just said is ridiculous, don’t you?”

“If you’re truly a martial artist, shouldn’t you fight fair and square with martial arts rather than using a divine artifact?”

Mu-Gun scoffed at Heuk-San’s unreasonable demands. “That’s funny. Do you think you have a chance of winning if I don’t use this shield?”

“If you’re so confident, then why not throw your shield away?”

“Well, okay then.”

“Really?”

“This is nothing for you to be happy about. The result won’t change anyway.”

Mu-Gun hung the Flying Golden Shield on his back, then equipped...