Chapter 114
Ttak—Tatak! Tak!
One quarter-hour passed. Then two. Then half a sijin. Now they were well into the second sijin.
For nearly two hours, Seolhwa and Seop Mugwang had remained locked in a drawn-out contest—one striking, the other evading.
It had long since surpassed the promised quarter-hour after which she was supposed to get tanghulu, but Seolhwa refused to give {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} in.
No—by now, it had become sheer stubbornness.
Whooosh—Tak, Whip—Tatak!
With her right hand, Seolhwa lashed out with her sword. With her left, she struck with a palm technique designed to follow the trajectory of an evasion.
“You’re rushing.”
As if he had predicted every move, Seop Mugwang sidestepped it effortlessly.
His arms, crossed since the very beginning, showed no signs of unfolding now.
Tap.
At last, Seolhwa raised the white flag.