The morning mist was clinging to the manor's training grounds as Seo Ryung was standing at the center, his breath was steady but his mind had been unsettled.
His master's words from the previous night was still ringing in his ears.
"Then they will come to learn why people used to call me the Demon Lord of the battlefield."
He had always known that Heuk Cheon wasn't just a simple strong man. He was a former legend of the Murim world, a warrior that was so feared that his mere presence was enough to change the fate of battlefields, but to hear him speak so casually of war? It had sent a chill down Seo Ryung's spine. He was his disciple, yet he knew nothing.
But there was no time to dwell.
The orphans had already gathered for their daily training, their faces was brimming with determination. They were not just normal children anymore. After weeks under Heuk Cheon's brutal training, they had grown a lot. Their forms were sharper than ever, their movements was cleaner.
