77. The Relic

“Haaap!”

Kang Minho braced his shield against his shoulder and threw the full strength of his body behind it. A shockwave erupted in a blue flash, bearing down on the whole of Song Myeongseok’s body.

— Too slow.

Song Myeongseok’s blade had been forged from a Lump of Iron Steeped in Obsession. Barely worked into the shape of a sword, it had nonetheless carried a chill, keen edge ever since it passed into his grip, like a famed blade fresh from a master smith’s hands.

It was keen enough...