Chapter: 58

[Changing tutorial mode to Butterfly Blade Dance.]

While Chun Yeowun stood still to talk with Nano, Mukeum got up from his dizziness and shouted angrily.

“You even learned how to use fist techniques?! You sure hid a lot like a thief! But it won’t work anymore!”

Mukeum then charged in again with tens of fists. Yeowun saw the fists coming at him along with the directions on where it was all coming from.

‘I can see where he’s attacking!’

Chun Yeowun smiled. He then followed the steps to dodge the attacks.

‘What! He dodged everything?’

It was hard to believe that Yeowun who could barely react to the attacks before was now dodging everything. It wasn’t only that — Yeowun then attacked back with a powerful blade attack.

“W-what?!”

Mukeum quickly turned to defend, but he could only defend two attacks. Yeowun’s hands flew in like a butterfly and soon got him on the right shoulder.

“UGH!”

Mukeum felt strong pain and blood came up through his throat. If it was an attack with a real blade, he would have been cut down.

‘How can he use such an attack?’

Yeowun did not have more internal energy than Mukeum, but his attack skill was that of like an experienced warrior. It was all possible because Yeowun’s movements were the exact copy of Submeng’s movements.

Mukeum then felt his legs losing energy from the damage. He then came up with the memory.

‘Mukeum. If you do well, the Lord... your father’s attention will come back from that dirty b*tch and back to me.’

‘It’s all because of you! It’s all because you are weak!’

‘If only that dirty bitch hadn’t appeared!’

Mukeum’s mother, Lady Ja, married the Lord Chun Yujong through an arranged marriage. It was a marriage from the oath of the six clans, but Lady Ja loved the Lord. She did all she could to win the Lord’s attention, but she was never loved back. The Lord’s attention was only on the girl slave at the Lord’s palace.

‘It’s not me. It’s all you. It’s all because of YOU!’

The last memory he had of his mother was Lady Ja choking his own son while sobbing madly.

‘Why am I having that memory again?!’

As that memory came back to him, he learned to hate only one person. Mukeum gritted his teeth with hatred and threw his fist at Yeowun’s face.

“You think I will lose to a peasant like you?!”

Yeowun easily dodged the attack by tilting his head and although he tried to strike Mukeum’s forehead, he changed his mind and grabbed his opponent’s wrist to pin him down.

“UGH!”

Mukeum felt severe pain from the back of his head, and his head became red with veins popping out from his neck to his forehead.

“You dare... I can’t lose to a peasant like you! How!”

Mukeum shouted angrily, but Yeowun looked down coldly at him and said,

“You brought it on yourself.”