Yongsan Station, Siberian Cold (9)

In fact, Kangsok didn't move at all. All he did was shoot a beam of light from his cane.

"Uh..."

At that moment, the tsar shook his head, feeling dizzy as if the whole world was twisting.

But he still didn't give up.

"Haha…" The tsar raised himself with a feigned laugh. While he was at it, he was still looking for a way to kill Kangsok, which showed his hunter's instinct.

'Anyway, he is a wizard-type. His damage is enormous, but I can kill him with one stroke. Let me block his attack by changing into a turtle shape and attack him.'

But before he put together his arms, another flash occurred.

His body bounced like a ball, pushed the truck, and rolled on the concrete floor randomly. His head broke and blood gushed. And his left knee was folded upside down.

The tsar's plan failed.

"Hey, you are not only incompetent but also stupid. If you're so stupid, you won't live long."

Kangsok held out his cane. It was the first time he moved since the battle broke.