Lee Seong-Hwi thought he had become a monster, an abominable demon.
A piece of irredeemable trash. That was what he saw himself as. It'd be a lie if he said he had never felt guilty about his actions. It was just that his hatred toward Kang Jin-Ho trumped all those feelings.
That was his motivation for coming this far. Even so...
Kim Seok-Il was in another realm of twisted compared to Lee Seong-Hwi!
This bastard was a different type of devil in comparison to Kang Jin-Ho. A true devil who didn't bat an eyelid while dragging thousands of people into the mouth of Hell if that meant he'd achieve his goal!
That was Kim Seok-Il.
Lee Seong-Hwi already knew this. Kim Seok-Il had always been a bastard, after all. It'd be impossible to count all the inhumane atrocities he had committed during his time as the boss of the Yeongnam Group.
Most martial artists weren't aware of these atrocities. Some of these acts were so heinous that even the higher-ups of the Martial Assembly were forced to hide how evil their enemy was from the... "general" populace.
However, not Lee Seong-Hwi. He knew all about those things since he was Lee Jung-Geol's disciple.
Lee Jung-Geol back then didn't even trust the elders he had surrounded himself with and often revealed secrets of the martial world to his granddaughter and Lee Seong-Hwi as a way to destress.
However, Lee Seong-Hwi had forgotten about those atrocities. Why? Simple. Kim Seok-Il's arms and legs had already fallen off due to necrosis.
No matter how evil and villainous Kim Seok-Il was, he wouldn't be able to do much in his current wretched state.
That was what Lee Seong-Hwi thought, but right now... He gained a new epiphany. One's evil nature didn't stem from one's physical body. No, it came from one's mind!
Even if Kim Seok-Il's body crumbled to nothing and left only his head behind, he would still retain his evil, vile nature! As a matter of fact, that abominable nature would only get sharper and deadlier.
...Like right now!
Lee Seong-Hwi grimly looked on. "...Was this your intention all along, Kim Seok-Il?"
"You know how Kang Jin-Ho operates, don't you?" Kim Seok-Il muttered while casually exhaling the cigarette smoke. He then leisurely sucked the unhealthy smoke back into his lungs.
The tip of the cigarette glowed brightly. Its color reminded Lee Seong-Hwi of blood.
"Ordinary methods can't kill that bastard. You already know that, Lee Seong-Hwi," Kim Seok-Il cackled menacingly. "Especially those useless Japanese bastards! They won't even lay a hand on Kang Jin-Ho. Idiots with inflated egos about how superior they are... think they can kill someone like Kang Jin-Ho? If that bastard had been so easy to kill, why would we be jumping through all these goddamn hoops until now?"
"..."
"Useless, useless...! Yes, they are all useless. A bunch of useless trash! Hey, Lee Seong-Hwi? Did you see him? Did you see that idiot's face?! I'm talking about Nakata Yuji, the idiot who thinks he's smarter than everyone else! Ku-hahahahahaha!"
Kim Seok-Il threw his head back and guffawed madly.
"Hahahaha! Yes, he's useless trash, too! A f*cking pile of trash! Do you know who is the easiest to manipulate in this world? It's trash like Nakata Yuji! You only need to suck up to them a bit, and they will cause a scene all on their own, you see?"
The cigarette went flying out of Kim Seok-Il's mouth. Spittle soon followed as his ranting continued.
Lee Seong-Hwi grew even more convinced as he watched veins bulge in Kim Seok-Il's face and throat during this passionate monologue. This cripple was... completely nuts!
He must've lost his mind a long time ago!
"But! But! A bunch of useless trash thought they could actually kill Kang Jin-Ho? Really? Seriously?! When even I couldn't lay a hand on that bastard?! Those f*ckers thought they stood a chance! Ku-hahahahaha! That must be the funniest sh*t I've heard in my entire life! Did you know my face went almost completely red while I tried to hold in my laughter back then? Hah... Not having any limbs can be a blessing, you know? That way, I couldn't have rolled around on the floor, laughing my ass off while flailing about! Ku-hahahahaha!"
Lee Seong-Hwi reflexively took a step back. He was getting overwhelmed by Kim Seok-Il's madness. He gritted his teeth and stopped himself from backing off again.
Killing Kim Seok-Il would be easy for Lee Seong-Hwi. If that was what he wanted, of course. Just a little finger flick should be enough to puncture a fatal hole in Kim Seok-Il's throat.
Despite knowing this, Lee Seong-Hwi was still completely overwhelmed by Kim Seok-Il and had to cower.
However, considering the intensity of Kim Seok-Il's madness...! Who would be able to stand their ground against that onslaught of madness and evil? Even Lee Seong-Hwi, a demonic arts practitioner, felt himself going mad simply by being near Kim Seok-Il!
"Fuu-woo...!" Kim Seok-Il sucked in a deep breath. "Looks like I got a little too excited just now."
"..."
"But, so what if I did? It doesn't matter, right? When I'm about to die soon? Why should I care about whether I got too excited or whatever?"
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