“It’s been a while since someone threatened me. How refreshing.”
As I watched Cheonak’s expression, I sensed something was off. Cheonak continued speaking.
“So to summarize, it means it’s fine as long as I don’t kill you?”
I gave a short shake of my head and looked at Cheonak.
‘Is this bastard insane? That’s one hell of a twisted interpretation.’
The White-Robed Scholar swallowed and warned,
“Cheonak, don’t do it.”
Cheonak laughed at being told not to. Floating toward me while seated in mid-air, Cheonak struck at me with his left palm.
Since it was a simple linear ambush, I immediately blocked with my right palm.
Puhk... A sound burst out, and Cheonak laughed.
“You’re threatening me in a way even the Cult Leader couldn’t?”
While pouring the full extent of my internal energy into my right palm, I felt my blood surge in reverse. At first, it was a normal palm strike, but Cheonak was gradually raising his internal energy. Even though I knew his inner strength was deeper than mine, actually clashing with him made my insides boil with anger.
‘Fine then, let’s do this.’
The Beggars’ Sect Leader spoke.
“How can a junior possibly endure your energy?”
Cheonak glanced sideways at the Beggars’ Sect Leader.
“If he can’t endure it, he should take responsibility for what he said.”
The Beggars’ Sect Leader snorted.
“Responsibility, huh.”
Suddenly, another Puhk— sound rang out as the Beggars’ Sect Leader and Cheonak clashed palms. Was he trying to save me? Or was he trying to blow me up and die together? I was confused.