Chapter 39
If it had been the Cold Ice Dagger, maybe it would have frozen Han Janggwang’s sword, even for an instant.
And even the smallest hesitation could have opened a fatal gap.
It was regrettable — but it didn’t matter.
Truly, it didn’t matter.
Seol Unwi immediately dropped the dagger he was holding.
Just before it hit the ground, he kicked it upward with his foot.
And absurdly enough, the dagger's blade flew straight toward Han Janggwang’s throat.
Han Janggwang’s eyes widened in disbelief at the impossible display of skill.
It wasn’t just the speed — even the angle was perfect.
At the last second, he threw his head back.
The dagger narrowly missed, slicing through the air.
In that brief instant, Han Janggwang’s balance broke.