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Stepping forward, he stood right beside Binna, holding a trembling smirk that he held wide as his mix-colored eyes were set forward.

"Kid, what\'re you–?" Binna let out, perplexed.

He laughed before boisterously yelling out, "--Did ya\' forget? It doesn\'t matter who it is, what it is, where it is–I never back down! Nothin\' will ever keep me down–never again!"

His words sparked those memories inside of her again as her lips fell agape momentarily, looking down at the spiky-haired young man in surprise.

"...Are ya\' an idiot, or somethin\'?! This is different! Ya\' can\'t just–!" Binna tried to reprimand him in the midst of the battle, still swinging her hammer.

By accident, she let her old way of speaking slip through, which he caught on to, but only smiled with his sharp-teeth on display.

"...It\'s not different! Did ya\' hear what I just said?! It doesn\'t matter what I\'m facing–I face it with everythin\' I\'ve got! That\'s the only way I can fight—!!!" Yeong-Un called out with a bloody smile.

Binna could see it now; he was trembling. Perhaps it was fear, or the fact that his body was broken and beaten by the battle–bruised all over, cut, and battered as blood seeped from his ears, nose, and mouth still, having dyed the white of his eyes in crimson.

"Kid…"

"Just ya\' watch! I need somebody to spectate the miracle workin\' of Yeong-Un, The Great!"

Before she could try to stop him, she stopped herself–replacing her worried disbelief with a reassuring smile as she nodded.

"Then hurry up and show me!"

"Ha-ha! I\'m on the job–!!!" Yeong-Un replied, holding his black-and-white blades up high.

As Binna canceled out the next volley of unseen impacts, he stepped in front of her now as Doh readied the next barrage.

Doh was seething more than ever, lost in his own rage as he once more summoned the giant gong, beginning to repeatedly bash it.

Multiple of the massive forces began to tunnel through the corridor with a paint-peeling, floor-shaking power held by it.

Before Binna could hold any worries for the young man–he stepped forward:

"--Divert and Disperse: Rock-Solid Mountain Bisection!!!"

Swung down at the perfect moment, both of his blades were used in unison to produce a force that not only counteracted the tremendous strength of the gong-produced shock waves, but surpassed it.

It was a condensed release; cutting the wind itself with such force that it howled out in a symphony of destruction, taking the thinned, but more potent slice of space and cutting apart the wide-spanning force in its path.

"Wha–?!" Doh let out.

The dual-blade shock wave broke through the gong blasts, brushing against the dreadlock-wearing man with the aftershock as he stumbled back.

Without wasting the opportunity, Yeong-Un leaned down, taking a running stance as he compressed the muscles in his legs once more:

"Leaping Tiger, Lunging Mantis!"

As he released the muscularity of his legs like a spring, he sprung forth with amazing speed, blasting towards Doh, who was still recovering from the stunning force of the last impact, unable to properly prepare himself.

Cho-Hee…You raised one hell of a kid, Binna thought with a smile.

The dreadlock-wearing player-killer could see it approaching; a semblance of himself.

A boy covered in scars; so jarring, stretching across his face, scaling his arms, and even having abnormal eyes–yet, the boy still openly smiled, and did nothing to hide those blemishes.

"G-get back…!" Doh yelled out, slamming his drums again.

The unseen impacts of the drums blasts out, hitting the spiky-haired, mesh shirt-wearing young man, but he continued forward as blood trailed from his mouth, yet he remained smiling with his immutable confidence.

"...What\'re ya\' so afraid of, huh?!" He roared out, coughing up blood as the impacts slammed against his chest.

It felt as if those words were aimed at the very face he sought to hide, prompting Doh to continue slapping his astral drums in seething anger and bubbling fear.

Again, the drum-born impacts slammed against him, yet were unable to stop his drive forward, though shattering his bones as his arms became bruised and broken.

Still, he was not deterred–in the eve of battle, at the climax of their clash, and at the advent of triumph, Yeong-Un held his bleeding smile, gripping his blades with his purple-tinged fingers.

"Erk–!!!"

Seeing the futility of his own attack to stop the young man, Doh stepped back in fear of what was coming.

I\'ll keep it simple for ya\'...Fast n\' easy! He thought.

"White Dragon, Black Dragon: Twin Talons–!!!"

As he held both of his twin blades back, extending from their steel-forged form were astral projections of mighty beasts, clad in scales and grandiose in nature, trailing behind in a form between reality and illusion.

However, what was real was the strength that magnified his blades as they took to a shining radiance before being slashed with the authority of the dragons themselves.

As he swung both of his enchanted swords forth towards the man, their reach was extended, unleashing large claw-like slashes through the corridor that cut right through Doh like a hot knife through butter.

I…lost?...That\'s fine. Jun-Seo will…take it from here, Doh thought.

The last thing he witnessed was the form of the wild young man; layered in scars, inelegant, yet somehow, shining and graceful. He held himself in such confidence that his blemishes were almost unseen, in fact, they could hardly be called so when attached to such a man.

…If I had to be killed, it would be by somebody like him, wouldn\'t it?...Poetic justice, eh? Doh thought.

–Just like that, the man\'s burly body was split into three by the sheer strength of the shining slashes, falling to the ground into a puddle of freshly-formed blood.

"Phew…"

Finishing his opponent off, he dropped onto his rear, letting out a prolonged exhale before wincing, feeling his lungs press against his fractured ribs.

"Man, that smarts…" He muttered painfully, holding his side.

"Oh?" He blinked.

All of his wounds began to vanish, but he quickly discovered why: all of the experience from the player-killing man.

[Level 26]

"...The Devil\'s Luck, huh?" He smirked.

Seeing that part of his status, all he could do was chuckle as he picked himself up with a freshly rejuvenated body, looking back at Binna with a confident smirk before–

BOP.

A fist right to the dome, causing him to wince as he caressed his head, shoveling his fingers through his spiky, blue locks.

"The hell was that for?!" He growled.

"Look at the mess you made!" Binna said, pointing behind him.

As he looked back again, he saw the large slashes embedded in the floor and ceiling from the finishing attack he used.

"So?"

BOP.

That uncaring response earned him another meeting of her knuckles to his skull as he winced once more.

"That\'s right, I almost forgot–!" He said, holding his head as he looked at the woman.

"What\'s that?"

"That guy was askin\' about the ol\' leader, Eunji, and Moon! I think they\'re here lookin\' for them! I dunno why…"

"Huh…Well, let\'s try to regroup, then," Binna said worriedly.