Chapter 390
Inside a lecture hall devoid of students due to Kwang-Soo’s leave of absence, the sharp sound of air being torn apart echoed without rest.
Whoosh!
In the center of the room, Jake continued to swing his fists. His attacks were swift yet steady, following a straight path. However, without ever taking a step from his spot, Se-Hoon deflected all of the attacks with a flick of his hand.
Bang!
The deflected fist punched through empty air before being drawn back.
Then, the same pattern repeated over and over. And over time, Jake’s punches did increasingly grow faster, yet Se-Hoon effortlessly parried them still.
Like that, a meaningless sparring session—other than to make Jake sweat—dragged on.
Woong-
Suddenly, Jake’s pupils began glowing blue.
His previously brute-force attacks, which had done nothing but push forward, suddenly sharpened. Once merely fast, he now also struck with pinpoint accuracy, targeting every opening.
Clang!
His fists created a piercing strike—more like a sword than a punch.