Asung-Hei laughed.
"Then answer me this. Why would the Wudang Sect, a Sect famous for its Martial Arts that seek balance, as well as being a Sect that produces outstanding sword geniuses and only accepts those with Sword Innate Dharmas, be in charge of the Irregular Dharma Pavilion in the Martial Alliance Academy? I'll tell you why, it's because they're using this place as a farming ground to steal unique Innate Dharmas from disciples of lower backgrounds and give it to disciples born from Elders in their Sects."
"Bullshit."
Woo-Seong suddenly whispered, before his hand shot toward Asung-Hei's throat.
Sol who was silent all this while, wasn't able to stop Woo-Seong's sudden movement.
However, before Woo-Seong's hand could latch onto his throat, a green rune appeared inside Asung-Hei's visible pupil.
In that split second, the Metal Aether Energy in the surroundings swiftly coalesced into a black rune to block Woo-Seong's hand.
