Sung-jin, thinking so, came down with his superhuman strength and clasped Hwang In-ho's wooden sword.
But there was no feeling of bumping. Then again, Sung Jin's wooden sword hit the bottom.
And Sung-jin's neck was reaching a cold sword.
Sungjin had no choice but to admit it. It was his obvious defeat.

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