Chapter 351: The Feeling of Witnessing the First Martial Art
How quick-witted are the Lecher and the Drunk?
Looking back, it seems that bastard Lecher, who can hold his liquor just as well as I can, deliberately crawled off somewhere like a dog and fled. The Drunk, whose whereabouts are now unknown, must have quietly slipped out of the drinking session early.
“......”
It wasn’t like I ever gained anything from alcohol, but I sure feel like I’ve been ruined by it. Just as the dizziness began to subside, Cheonak spoke.
“Hey, Master, if Baek Ga and I competed in light footwork, who do you think would win?”
To be honest, Baek Ga’s light footwork isn’t easy to dismiss, but his opponent is one of the Three Calamities. So the answer came quickly.
Isn’t a tiger faster than a fox?
I glanced sideways at Cheonak and replied.
“You’re probably faster than that Baek Ga bastard.”
“I’m faster.”
“Congratulations.”
Cheonak had crept up close at some point. He tapped my head with a tiger’s paw of a hand and said,