PAID

The training for the special admission students under Jin Yoo-ha continued relentlessly.

In the second week, they endured killing intent.

In the third, they had to actively move and fight within that suffocating atmosphere.

Finally, in the fourth and last week, the students teamed up to attempt a single meaningful strike against Jin Yoo-ha.

The last day of the fourth week arrived.

The training ground lay in ruins, an unmistakable sign of the harsh battle that had taken place.

Huff— Huff—

Hwarang knelt on one knee, breathing heavily with a tired expression.

Iron Wall had collapsed, motionless over her shield, as if unconscious.

The only one still standing was Alice, though it would be a stretch to say she was in good shape.

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Hwarang had thought she’d experienced enough of what Jin Yoo-ha was capable of, but his limits remained out of sight.

Jin Yoo-ha hadn’t moved a single step from his initial position, his sword raised.

Not a drop of sweat nor a hint of tension was visible on his face.

It was as if he was saying, “I alone am absolute in this space.”

“It’s not difficult to recreate dreams based on experience.”