Martial Arts Ain’t That Big of a Deal

"If Chunbong Cries, You Die by My Hands?"

It was a chilling statement. It didn’t sound like an empty threat, either. A primal fear gripped Bi-yeon, freezing his entire body.

Chunbong was equally startled. In response, she launched a corrective dropkick at Lee Seo-jun.

Then—ah, crap!

‘Right, the heart demon!’

Midair, Chunbong twisted her body in a sharp motion and clamped her small hands tightly over Seo-jun’s lips.

“Hey, you bastard! There are things you can and can’t say to a kid!”

“Was about to say that~.”

“Ugh, seriously!”

After giving Seo-jun a few solid smacks, Chunbong let out a deep sigh and landed on the ground.

Was it because of his heart demon? Maybe—but then again, he was always like this. It was hard to tell the difference.

With her hands planted firmly on her hips, Chunbong turned to Namgung {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} Sua.