It was a binding move that tethered a person and restricted their movements. With Haon's help, Min-joon had finally perfected it. The man in question watched as his mentee quickly trapped Lin-hae, surprising everyone.
Eun-woo, who'd been spectating the fight in silence, finally looked at Haon with disbelief. This man must've lost his mind. Truly. Though Lin-hae fought valiantly, Min-joon came out the winner in this bout—much to her chagrin. She couldn't believe the lazy ox she'd come to know was able to get the drop on her. She couldn't help throwing Eun-woo an aggrieved look.
He had no words. He'd never imagined Haon would train Min-joon this hard, though he should have, given what was at stake.
The senior disciple cracked a wide angelic grin, his words ringing with a devilish glint. "Looks like I win, junior brother."
"I'm sorry I lost senior brother Eun-woo," Lin-hae said as they both approached the men.
"You have nothing to apologize for; you worked hard."
