Meanwhile, the dual-wielding swordsman chuckled softly, drawing both blades with a fluid motion. The sound of well-honed steel slicing through the air echoed with a crisp, clear ring as the swords carved a wide arc.

Oh, that was a pretty impressive draw, Cheon thought, momentarily impressed by the swordsman's elegance.

"You filthy, rutting dog of the Western Lake, still trying to lure women wherever you go, huh?" the swordsman sneered.

"What did you just call me? How dare you—do you even know who I am?" Pounsil barked, enraged, but his words were abruptly cut off.

"Who are you? Just a …