Yu-jun redirected his qi into his other fist and drove it mercilessly into Iseop's gut. The force of the blow echoed with a sickening crack. The giant lurched, choking as he doubled over.
But Yu-jun wasn't finished. Before Iseop's knees could hit the ground, Yu-jun twisted, driving a vicious back kick into the side of his head. The man toppled, crashing to the floor.
Yu-jun surged forward, ready to deliver another strike, but Kwang-su's sharp voice cut through the chaos. "Enough."
The young master froze mid-step. Kwang-su's eyes gleamed with approval, though his smile was thin. "You've done more than enough to prove yourself."
Yu-jun narrowed his eyes. He could feel his blood pumping with qi and adrenaline. It was as if he was experiencing a high so addictive that he didn't want it to stop. Kwang-su eyed the young man carefully and strategically put himself in front of Iseop as his men, who'd been hollering at him to win earlier, pulled him away, red in the face.
