I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

Although it might be a little boastful of me to say this, my memory wasn’t bad at all.

Rather, it was relatively good. If I saw something even once, I rarely forgot it.

If I didn’t understand a concept, I could learn it without much trouble after a few repetitions.

For me to not recognize a voice meant that person and I had not had a close relationship.

The only information I was able to gather from the voice was that he was an adult male...

After taking a moment to think, I took the sword out from the corpse and walked toward the crack in the wall.

Arzan immediately spoke up.

“Young master.”

“I know. But regardless, this person saved our life. If he wanted to kill us, he could’ve done so with just that attack.”