Chi-Woo didn’t stop after the first success. He began swinging the club again.

Swoosh, swoosh. Meaningless wind sounds rang in the air and then—

Crackk! Again, Chi-Woo made a sound as if the atmosphere was splitting. The sound was much clearer than before, but above all, it took less than ten attempts this time. Chi-Woo succeeded in exactly eight tries. Chi-Woo swung the club non-stop, and the more he swung, the fewer attempts it took him to make the right sound. After succeeding on the eighth swing, he succeeded on the seventh. Then eighth, sixth, sixth again, and fifth…

Crack! Craccck! Then there were times when he succeeded twice in a row, and then three times in a row. A pleasant notification sound also rang. The fact that his basic blunt attack rose was proof that he had fully comprehended this technique. Moreover, Chi-Woo showed signs of exhaustion quicker than before. It was different than when he swung his club mindlessly because he needed a considerable amount of mental energy to pay attention to his every movement to maintain the appropriate balance. As a result, he naturally ran out of breath, and sweat flowed down his body like rain.

Although it was extremely strenuous, Chi-Woo endured it. He gritted his teeth hard and swung the ghost-busting club with great care because he also felt like he was properly training. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but when he finally exhausted all the energy in his body, he stopped moving his club. There was no power left in...