"Seniors, I don't mind having a spar, but I came here to help a friend."
Sol turned to look at Mar-Dule, but Mar-Dule almost choked on his food when he heard him.
The burly men also paused, and then collectively laughed.
Sol was confused by their reaction.
Mar-Dule wiped his lips and hurriedly said.
"Sol, these are my cousins. A few of them are older than me by a year or two, but they aren't old enough to be called seniors."
Yoon-Jae's expression changed when he heard this, and Sol too was shocked.
The physiques of these people were unnatural. Each of them looked to be over six feet tall at the very least.
"Haha, is it our muscles that fooled you? We just finished our morning training, what do you think?"
One of the youths said as he suddenly started flexing his biceps.
"Ha! Look at this, mine is bigger!"
"That's a joke, it's barely above six inches, that's just average. Mine's at least seven!"
