The night air was crackling with immense tension. The Golden Phantom was standing with a hand over his fresh wound, his grin had not disappeared and remained unfazed despite the blood that was seeping through his robe. While Heuk Cheon had remained still, his sword was still being held low, its edge was shining under the pale moonlight.
Seo Ryung's hands had now clenched into fists. He could barely follow their movements. This was a battle that belonged to monsters, not any ordinary martial artists.
And yet, he could not bring himself to look away.
The Golden Phantom had rolled his neck, he let out a sigh as if he had just woken up from a nap.
"You know," he had said with a light tone, it almost seemed like he was mocking Heuk Cheon, "I thought that the rumors were exaggerated. That the 'Demon Lord of the battlefield' was just another over hyped killer."
He let out an exhale, and for the first time in the war, his playful expression had faded.
"But you really are dangerous."
