Park Kwon raised an eyebrow, curious about the newcomer. But Minhyuk was seething with rage. He had poured every ounce of strength into that swing, only for the boy to block it—with a toothpick, of all things?
Everyone was surprised, but YuWon didn't react. If he had wanted to, he could have easily disarmed Minhyuk. But he wanted to test the [Formless Blade].
The toothpick's tip was enough to stop the blade. But in Crusader's eyes, it was his strength that stopped the blade, not the toothpick. YuWon would not correct them either. The fewer people knew about his weapon, the better it would be.
"We're not here to fight, but to talk," YuWon said, staring at Park Kwon.
Park Kwon raised his hand and Minhyuk stepped back, albeit unwillingly.
"We have nothing to talk about," Park Kwon replied. "I've already conveyed that we're not interested in cooperation—"
"We don't want that either," YuWon replied, looking at them disdainfully.
