Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl
When the Warlord's Sword shattered into pieces like broken glass, the fiery storm came at Ho Sung. As his face became pale and his pupils dilated, Ji Yoo pulled him toward her and swung her aura-enchanted rapier, keeping the fire from touching him. Pieces of debris scattered all over, and the fire spread in all directions as if the place was filled with gasoline. Thankfully, the flames soon scattered in the air.
Burned to a crisp, Tae Gyum fell backward weakly.
"Healer!" Ji Yoo cried out, looking back, and the healers on standby ran toward the director.
Confirming that the explosion had died down completely, Ho Sung, looking at least fifty-years older, fell on his butt and sprawled across the ground, staring at the ceiling and chuckling.
'Central Institute my ass. Useless. They could've prevented this from ever happening.'
Teary-eyed, Ho Sung breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Nice work, Mr. Lee," Ji Yoo said, looking down at Ho Sun...