Beside her, Sama Chunbong whispered, “Ah, indeed, a man with a spirit of competition. It’s an indispensable virtue for a warrior, don’t you think? Hoho. But I wonder, does he have the right to share in the loneliness of those who stand at the top?”

“‘Spirit of competition,’ you say? Jumping in without any sense of timing isn’t that—it’s just being a fighting cock. Hm, a fighting cock... Now I could go for some grilled chicken wrapped in radish.”

“…Heavenly Flower Sword?”

Cheong wasn’t one to have such a burning spirit of competition. Sure, her vision would go red if …