"Well, you’ve got eyes, so you must’ve seen that clearly, right?" Seongho said, his voice calm but pointed.

He hadn’t smashed a massive boulder, but the feat of destroying a solid bridge designed to support a person’s weight was still impressive. The bridge had been built with minimal use of supernatural power—just enough thickness to hold someone’s weight.

The key point, however, was that no one else in the area could have broken it with their bare hands.

Kang Seong-bae’s gaze instinctively drifted toward Yeom Mi-joo. Her nose was completely flattened, blood smeared across her bruised and swollen face.

‘So …