Translator: Pai_

"What kind of bullsh......!"

The escapee's profanity, along with a spray of spit, scattered into the night air.

He knew full well that carelessly wasting breath mid-fight did nothing to help his chances of surviva⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌l, but he simply couldn't hold it in.

'You bastard, two days ago you were the lowest of the low!'

The escapee felt genuinely wronged.

'Don't tell me that in such a short time, he figured out how to channel Gang Qi and apply it in actual combat? Fine. The kingdom is vast and geniuses are plentiful, so let's say this gate grunt is some once-in-a-generation prodigy!'

'But why did that breakthrough have to happen in the exact two days I was locked up and escaping!?'

Whoosh! The gatekeeper's spear lunged viciously at him.

He managed to dodge the attack itself by scrambling far back, but cold sweat was streaming down his body. He had no time to waste here like this.

'The guards are chasing me......!'

This criminal, who had already been drenched in blood by the time he leapt over the wall, had wounded two jailers belonging to the Royal Capital Guards during his escape.

The dagger clenched in his fist was itself a weapon stolen from the Guard. Having realized their comrades were injured, the Guards had launched a pursuit out for blood.

One of the wounded guards might have been his secret collaborator, but there was no room to lean on that kind of uncertainty right now.

'A quick finish is the only answer!'

The escapee's pupils flashed red for an instant.

'Otherwise, I'll be caught and killed anyway!'

Pop, blood vessels burst in his eyes. That was the fuse. Snap-snap-snap-snap! A rapid chain of sounds, like ropes snapping one after another, erupted across the escapee's entire body.

"GRAAAAAAH!"

Gang Qi Rampage. The act of gaining a little more power in the short term while hurling decades of one's lifespan onto the ground in great chunks. Among martial artists, it was considered a forbidden folly.

"Oh."

From Mun Su-ho's perspective, it was a remarkably rare spectacle. Fighting a Gang Qi User like this, and using Gang Qi himself in combat, were both being recorded as firsts in his life.

'So this is that innate true energy thing or whatever!'

Su-ho had been an avid reader of martial arts novels in his previous life. He could more or less make sense of the current situation.

But it wasn't only hazy memories from his past life that were helping him.

'Weirdly enough, this fight feels... easy?'

Something, like a sense of momentum, could be felt.

'I think he's going to step over there.'

When that feeling came, sure enough, the escapee would execute his footwork toward that very area and charge in. Swish. Having anticipated it in advance, Su-ho easily predicted the trajectory and dodged.

'This time, over that way?'

When the feeling came again, whoosh. Once more, without fail, the escapee's foot landed right in that vicinity.

If a weapon's reach accounted for half of a fight, then footwork ate up another half of that. Already enjoying an overwhelming advantage in reach, once Su-ho began reading his opponent's path of approach, the engagement became bizarrely easy.

'Wow, what is this? Could my eyes always track movement this well?'

Even Su-ho himself couldn't properly explain what was happening.

And that was only natural. He had, after all, done nothing more than self-teach Gang Qi through the Wellness Guide column of the Prophecy Newspaper. He had no master to walk him through his stages step by step. To begin with, anyone qualified as a Gang Qi expert commanded such a steep price that they could only be found in noble households.

What Su-ho was doing right now was fighting with Qi Sense.

Gang Qi was an energy that flowed from the Milky Way above to the deepest abyss below. Naturally, drawing upon it created subtle shifts in its current, invisible undulations akin to water and wind.

This was why, among Gang Qi Users, there were some who could swing their weapons with their eyes closed. The more seasoned they became, the better they could sense qi as though they had developed a sixth sense.

But even among them, Su-ho's Qi Sense was decidedly unusual.

"You little......! Darting around, ugh, running away like that!"

Proof of this was the escapee, who should have been able to feel Qi Sense himself, was completely unable to keep up with Su-ho.

The reason was that the method of utilizing Gang Qi that Su-ho had unknowingly picked up today was, laughably enough, Demonic Arts. A methodology that originated not from the kingdom, but from that dark land of the Rou Hua Long Nation.

In the kingdom's tradition, Gang Qi was interpreted as "the energy of heaven". The vast majority of Gang Qi Users understood it as possessing properties "vaguely similar to air".

But in the Rou Hua Long Nation, things were different. As one could gather from instructions like "dig a hole in the ground and climb in", the Rou Hua Long Nation understood Gang Qi as "the energy of earth".

The result was Su-ho could faintly sense what place on ground his opponent's feet would strike as they advanced.

Thunk! When the escapee's heel drove deep into the earth, Su-ho could feel that a charge was imminent. Scuff! When the escapee's toes dug into the ground with force, he could tell the man was about to change direction.

'I think I'm starting to get it.'

Ba-dump, ba-dump.

Vibrations rippling through the surface. Tremors transmitted through the earth.

'I can sort of tell where he's planning to come from.'

As they synchronized with the pounding beat of his heart, they opened an entirely new field of perception.

Su-ho felt as though a meridian connected his heart to the earth beneath him. For now it was no more than a hair-thin vessel, but even that was enough to deal with the escapee before him.

This was a teaching never passed down in the kingdom. No, even in the Rou Hua Long Nation where it originated, every human who had ever mastered it had long since died, making it a doctrine that had, in the most literal sense, become a Sole Succession.

“Fight! You bastard, stand and fight! You shame all martial artists!”

"I'm a gatekeeper. A gatekeeper is, by nature, one who holds his ground. Charging in like a dog in heat, as you do, is no virtue. If you want to siege, then siege away. Why demand I sally forth?"

"You little punk, all bark and no......!"

The escapee grew desperately anxious.

Even at this very moment, the Royal Capital Guards were closing in on him. And that wasn't all. His precious lifespan was being uselessly burned away in real time!

'If I at least had my own sword! A runt like this would be nothing!'

It was then that Su-ho's spear stretched out like a serpent.

"......!"

The escapee's arm was pierced. It was an unexpected strike. He had only managed this much because he'd written off his left arm with the bravado of a man flinging it into the next era; otherwise, his torso would have been turned into a skewer.

Under a moon too dim to brighten the night, beyond the escapee's vision, stained where black and red bled together from bloody tears, Su-ho remarked with perfect composure:

"Ready to surrender yet? Hmm. Submitting twice to the same person can't be an easy experience for a martial artist. I'd love it if you could describe how it feels."

"Hrrgh, GRAAAAAAAGH!"

Something inside the escapee snapped.

He charged without regard for consequences. Ferociously. Whether his lifespan burned away entirely and he became a white-haired old man by tonight, he would kill the gatekeeper in front of him no matter what, a suicidal charge of mutual destruction.

That became h⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌is fatal mistake.

Tap. Su-ho backpedaled, deftly guiding his opponent's path.

The escapee accelerated. As if to say he wouldn't let that infuriating bastard slip away again. Charging forward with nothing but do-or-die resolve, the escapee suddenly felt, whoosh, as though his front foot was sinking beneath the ground.

".........!?"

It wasn't just a feeling. There really was a hole dug into the earth beneath his foot! The very hole where Su-ho had been sitting cross-legged moments ago had served as a trap.

'A hole? Wait, why is there a trap in a place like......'

The escapee stumbled and lost his footing. He twisted his body sideways with everything he had. Thanks to that, he narrowly avoided the catastrophe of plunging headfirst into the hole, but he couldn't prevent his stance from crumbling.

An opening.

Su-ho's spear blade sliced through the night air. It spun, then whooshed forward! The faint red Gang Qi unique to a lower-rank martial artist who had only just entered the path traced a dim arc.

"......!!"

There was no reason to bemoan the scarcity of color in the dark night.

From the escapee's throat, enough red surged forth to make up the difference.

"......, grrk, khhp......."

A direct hit. The c⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌enter of his throat was slashed clean across.

The criminal collapsed.

Clatter. His right hand released the dagger and clutched at his own neck. As his mind rapidly dimmed, the escapee desperately clung to consciousness with everything he had.

So he thought. Of whatever came into sharpest focus now. The cause of defeat. He forced himself to trace back what had led to his loss.

The night sky had been too dark, pitch black. He had been too agitated. That damned punk in front of him had screwed everything up. The anxiety of guards closing in. And also.......

'Gang Qi. That bastard's Gang Qi, something was off about it.'

'Something... foreign......'

Yes. Four or five mistakes had become four or five layers of eyelids veiling his sight. Idiot. Stupid bastard. That's why you tripped like a moron without even noticing a hole right under your nose.......

The escapee replayed the fight diligently. He blamed himself, too. As though doing so would guarantee him another fight someday. And so the heaviest eyelid of all descended, the blackout curtain that always closes the final act of a life.

The escapee's limbs went slack.

"Phew......."

Only one person’s stage of life ended here tonight.

Flick. Su-ho shook the blood from his spear. His fighting spirit settled cleanly.

"If not for that breakthrough, I'd have been the one to die."

The escapee wasn't the only one who had been caught off guard. Su-ho, too, had been surprised by his opponent.

Who would have thought that the smuggler arrested for illegally cultivated drugs was actually a high-level practitioner capable of using Gang Qi!

'The world truly works in mysterious ways.'

From the fight just now, Su-ho seemed to have gained a profound insight.

'Suppose I hadn't boldly donated a whopping 5 points in the Prophecy Newspaper. Could I have used Gang Qi as freely as I did just now?'

'All of this karma is entirely thanks to my selfless generosity in cheerfully donating that money.'

'Blessings come to the virtuous. Good triumphs over evil!'

For the record, even while soaking in this revelation, Su-ho was busy stabbing the corpse with his spear, once, twice. Thunk! Thunk!

It had been the same that morning when he dealt with the explosive handcart. Su-ho was always dead serious about tying up loose ends, never once letting an ember slip by unnoticed.

Just as the explosives had gone off on their own even after the mage was killed, what if this escapee was using some wicked sorcery to merely fake his death?

If he let his guard down even slightly with an enemy right in front of him and got blindsided, who wo⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌uld he even complain to? The world was merciless.

"Hmm. He's definitely dead."

Su-ho finally relaxed.

It was then that a commotion erupted from the direction of the gate.

– Run! Run, you idiots!

– We absolutely cannot let him get away! We're all dead if we do, seriously!

Th⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌‌‌⁠⁠⁠⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠⁠‍⁠‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠⁠⁠‌⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠‌⁠‌‌‌⁠‌⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‌⁠⁠‌⁠‌ud thud.

A group of people came pouring out, torches held high. Guards. A contingent belonging to the Royal Capital Guards.

– O-over there. He fled in that direction.......

– Move in pairs! It's nighttime! Be careful!

– The suspect is a Gang Qi User! Keep that in mind! Do not engage under any circumstances! The moment you spot him, call for backup!

The guards dispersed swiftly. Several pointed toward the section of wall the escapee had just vaulted over, and some of them, having apparently spotted Su-ho, came scrambling over.

"Hah, huff. Hey, gatekeeper! Did someone come running this way......?"

The guard flinched.

The stench of blood was overwhelming. Not only that, but something seemed to be collapsed at this young gatekeeper's feet, so the guard tilted his torch to get a look.

Good lord.

A human corpse lay collapsed in a pool of blood.

It was the very body of the escapee they, the Royal Capital Guards, had been frantically chasing!

"Wh-wha, what!? Over here! He's over here, over here!"

"What?"

"He's dead! The bastard's dead! Get over here!"

The guards, who had been poised to cast a dragnet across the area, came flooding toward this single point in an instant.

Murmur murmur.

As the torches converged, the surroundings grew as bright as a red-light district. The guards jostled to get a look at the corpse, elbowing each other with, "me first", "hey, you've had your look, now move aside for me", squeezing and shoving past one another.

"Is, is that him? Is that really him?"

"Yes! That's him! He's the one who stabbed me!"

"Bastard deserves every broken bone he's got....... Good riddance."

"Check him just in case!"

"I'll confirm it!"

A pint-sized female guard, wrapped in bandages, stepped forward with gusto and felt around the escapee's corpse.

Nod! The guard flipped the body over for all to see.

"No doubt about it! When he escaped, I shot him with an arrow. Here! The wound from the arrow is still right there on his back. It's him!"

'I see.'

Su-ho, who had been listening to the guards' conversation from up close, gave a nod.

He had wondered where the criminal had gotten hurt, seeing as he'd been injured from the start. So there had been an engagement during the escape.

Without considerable fighting skill, no one could handle a Gang Qi User, so it seemed they had only managed to land a single arrow before losing him.

"This is......"

The guards were arriving at a similar realization.

They had been so worked up that their eyes had been glued to the corpse, but the young man who had clearly killed the escapee was wearing the uniform exclusive to gatekeepers.

"D-did you do this?"

But something was off. As far as they knew, there were no Gang Qi Users among the gatekeeper clan at South Gate. Things had been different in the previous generation, back when Mun Geum's father, Su-ho's grandfather, was still in active service, but...

"Yes."

Su-ho answered readily. He had nothing to hide.

"Our post was attacked this morning, so despite the late hour, I was doing a brief patrol. Then I see some fellow leaping off that wall over there. Judging by his appearance, it was the smuggler I arrested two days ago."

"Arrested? ......Ah. Wait a moment."

The guards studied Su-ho's face closely. They suddenly realized that the young man before them looked somehow familiar.

"Don't tell me, you're that... Apologies. Your name, what was it again."

"Mun Su-ho, son of Mun Geum. I serve as a Lower-class Gatekeeper under the Obsidian Baron's house."

"Ah!"

At that, several guards gasped in surprise, and that astonishment spread through whispers to the rest of the guards in an instant.

"Mun Su-ho! So you're that Mun Su-ho!"

The murmuring swelled even louder in a heartbeat.

Now that they looked, this was the very person who had apprehended the smuggler a few days ago, and the distinguished contributor who had practically single-handedly fought off the bombing attack that morning.

And now, this same young man had singlehandedly killed the escapee, who had turned out to be a Gang Qi User!

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Author's Note

Surprise weekend update!

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