The Hell King charged at the Hunters, radiating a murderous aura laced with mana. Its right arm moved, and its gaze, which had locked onto Kim Ki-Rok's eyes, dropped to his chest. Whether deliberate or not, the tips of dozens of shadow blades adjusted ever so slightly, all aiming for Kim Ki-Rok's left side. The Hell King thrust its fist, targeting Kim Ki-Rok's heart.
Given their disparity in physical abilities, Kim Ki-Rok knew that retreat would only buy him a moment before he was overtaken. There was only one option left. He stepped back on his left foot and bent his knee. Just as a faint, sinister grin appeared on the Hell King's lips, Kim Ki-Rok twisted his torso.
A thunderous crash shook the ground as the Hell King's punch sliced through empty air.
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