That had to be my master he was talking about.
I waved a hand.
"That's my master. He didn't come."
"Uh!"
The man visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
After Captain Park finished translating, he asked Kim Dehuan another question.
"Senior, you know each other?"
Kim Dehuan smiled.
"We have met, we have met. You may not know this, but this young friend's master, smida, is a super celestial master from China. With a mere gesture, he can summon the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth. Like the Thunder King incarnate, he can unleash an electric dragon with one palm. He is extremely, extremely formidable.
Two years ago, I was fortunate enough to exchange a few moves with his master, smida..."
Kim Dehuan said with a smile.
At first, I did not understand him. Pan Ling held up a translation app and let me glance at it before I understood what he had said.
After reading his words, I nearly laughed.
When had my master become a "super celestial master"? It was true that he could use the Thunder Method with a gesture, but summoning thunder and lightning and firing off electric dragons was going a little too far, wasn't it?
And as for exchanging a few moves? The hell kind of exchange was that?
He had been pinned to the ground and utterly thrashed by my master. Even his nose had been broken...
I merely smiled and said nothing. At the very least, I had to leave some dignity for South Korea's number one expert, its last great master.
At least just now, in front of me, he had put away his former arrogance and ignorance.
When Park Budo and the surrounding South Korean exorcists who had never seen us heard this, they all widened their eyes and