Chapter: 115

‘No! I have to defend this!’

Munyo quickly sent internal energy to make a barrier within himself, but when Chun Yeowun’s hand struck, his rib cage was destroyed and he screamed in pain.

“AAAAAAAARGH!”

He was able to defend against the internal energy, but he couldn’t do anything about the tremendous amount of physical strength.

“Ugh..”

He slumped down on the ground and looked below. He saw pieces of his rib bones poking out of his flesh and felt his sight fading away.

“You... m-monster...”

Sang Munyo gasped and passed out. The cadets shouted with excitement as no one expected Yeowun to win.

‘...So, Yumpa didn’t overestimate him. This is dangerous,’ Chun Yuchan thought as he looked at Yeowun. All of the other princes had the same thought.

‘He countered the sword skill?’

Lee Hameng, who was sitting down originally, was up on his feet as well. It was after he saw Yeowun counter the sword skill. The Seven Demon Sword was made by the legendary Sword Demon, which was hard to counter.

‘...I really should’ve have let that drunkard take him.’

This meant Yeowun was the genius of the century. Hameng became envious of Submeng who took him in as his apprentice. Then someone shouted at Hameng.

“Chief! We have to move him to the medical room! His rib cage... its broken and three of his ribs are protruding out of his body!”

“Get him to the medical room now.”

As Lee Hameng looked at him, he remembered the report given by the instructor who was in charge of the private training room.

‘He destroyed the wall of the private training room. I think the 7th cadet is at the level of a master.’

‘What?’

He had forgotten to tell this to the instructors who just got back from vacation. If Sang Munyo had heard of this, he would not have been injured that badly.

‘Oh well.’

“Here, I got his tag for you.”

“Oh!”

Impeng went up to Chun Yeowun who was panting and gave him the yellow tag. Yeowun bowed.

“Thank you, sir.”

“I didn’t have much expectations for you at first, but seeing you grow makes me have second thoughts. Good luck.”

Impeng then returned and Yeowun smiled as he grabbed the yellow tag before returning to his 8th group.

“Master! Congratulations!”

“Congratulations, Leader!”

As he returned, Hu Bong and the three cadets came to congratulate him. There were also the four cadets who rejected his offer that looked sad.

‘Dammit...’