Aura pulsed from Kwak Jae-seok’s clenched fists.
It burned with an intensity and splendor that dwarfed the auras of Cho Kang-il or Song Gi-tae, proof that his rank was a cut above theirs.
His power surpassed even Yoon Ji-han’s.
In a direct confrontation of raw ability, Yoon Ji-han couldn't possibly win.
But this was the desert.
And the entire desert was Yoon Ji-han’s stage. Here, he was the artist, and the world was his canvas.
Walls of
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