"Right." Raith nodded, he still wouldn't believe how far Mok Jae-Hwa was going to be cocky.
But it's fine.
With all that cocky attitude of his, he will wipe out when he beats the shit out of him.
Both their eyes were locked in a tense stare. Raith held the wooden sword tightly with a tensed muscle. While Mok Jae-Hwa just stood there before him, his stance relaxed and confident, and his eyes were calculative and focused.
Without warning, Raith charged forward, his sword poised for a strike. He moved with incredible speed with a black aura oozing out of him as he plunged forward with that deadly speed.
But Mok Jae-Hwa dodged to the side with a fluid and nimble movement. As he evaded the attack, he retaliated with a swift kick to Raith's midsection, but Raith was quick to counter with a spin, deflecting the kick with the wooden sword.
