Chapter 80: Cutting Edge
Joon adjusted his stance, eyes flicking over the battlefield. The terrain was jagged now, a result of Echo’s earlier attack—uneven rocks jutted out of the ground, cracks spiderwebbed across the pavement, and chunks of displaced earth made it difficult to find solid footing. It was a mess. But a mess they could use.
Across from him, their opponent stood, rolling his neck. Seok.
He clicked his tongue.
"Tch. Damn kid disappeared. And I got hit with rubble—how annoying." He shook a bit of dirt off his shoulder, expression twisted into mild irritation. "You guys sure love making things complicated for yourselves."
Then, as he took a step forward, the ground beneath his boot shifted unexpectedly. He nearly lost his balance for a split second before planting his foot down harder, scowling.
"Really? You think this little terrain shift is gonna help you?"
Joon didn’t answer. Areum stayed silent beside him, already forming thin glass blades between her fingers.
Seok exhaled sharply, then held up his right arm—and it twisted.
The flesh rippled, muscle tightening unnaturally, bones grinding against each other as his forearm compressed and reformed. The skin split open for a moment, revealing a grotesque shifting of cartilage and metal, before snapping into place.
His entire forearm was now a curved combat knife.
"That’s cute. You really think I need stable footing to deal with you?" Seok smirked.