Additional Chapter

Someone once asked Bukhukja, said to be the most knowledgeable person in the murim:

“Who is the greatest master in the current murim?”

Bukhukja glanced at the questioner indifferently and replied,

“How would I know? You’d have to see them fight it out.”

Truly, an answer that hit the mark. The questioner pondered carefully for a moment, then asked Bukhukja once more,

“Then who is the one you least want to deal with?”

Bukhukja slowly drank a cup of wine and said,

“There is one bastard I really don’t want to deal with.”

“Who is it?”

The questioner’s eyes lit up.

“Chwiyoung.”

“Chwiyoung... someone from Chwagajeong?”

Bukhukja nodded.

“Chwagajeong’s martial arts are gentle and centered on grappling techniques. But that guy runs around with a dao. And not just one, but two. Meet him once. If you do, you’ll understand why no one wants to face him again.”

For the first time, Bukhukja smiled at the questioner. The expression was, how should one put it... an expression that said, you should suffer that once too.