As Yong-ho passed the long corridor of the arena, the same guy greeted him, as always. Dressed in a white suit, he had red skin and a red tail, another symbol of the Red Demon.
“Glad to see you here,” said Gusion, turning around with a smile.
At first, he looked ugly but pretty cute now.
‘Gosh, how can I think this uncle is cute?’
Yong-ho momentarily stopped thinking like that and replied loudly, “Me, too.”
Although Yong-ho’s reply seemed rather arrogant, Gusion didn’t care. Gusion even liked it because Yong-ho was none other than the successor of the King of Greed. So, he thought Yong-ho should not get cold feet in front of him, one of the 12 Spirits of the House of Mammon.
Watching Gusion bite a cigar in his mouth, Yong-ho asked again, stepping forward, “How about Kaiwan’s condition? Is she calm now?”
Lighting a cigar in his mouth, Gusion’s eyebrows wriggled slightly, who then responded,
“She is resting on her own floor. She’s still a bit unstable… I think she will be up and running soon. She is like that.”
Yong-ho agreed. She was the one who raised up the House of Mammon on the verge of ruin. Despair and abandonment were foreign to Kaiwan.
“Don’t you think you are too concerned about her? Kaiwan is also one of the floor masters in the arena. Someday she will fight you.”
“Well, let’s see…”
Moreover, as the floor master, she was not Yong-ho’s arch-enemy, a new challenger in the arena. Fighting in the arena wasn’t a real life-threatening fight. Even if one died while fighting in the arena, it was just a virtual experience of death.
Of course, it didn’t mean the fighting was something trivial.
The pain was real so was the sense of death.
Since he trained with Aamon, Yong-ho had already experienced near death more than a dozen times, but the feeling of death was something he could not get used to despite his numerous virtual deaths.
“Okay, anyway, if you want to free Kaiwan according to your wishes, you’ll have to defeat that child at least once.”
Gusion muttered a little while putting out some smoke. Yong-ho knitted his eyes because he felt Gusion’s words were a bit incongruous.
‘In order to free Kaiwan, I must defeat her? Was he simply talking about the process of me conquering the arena?’
Yong-ho felt he didn’t mean it.
“Let’s stop our small talk here. Are you going to challenge right away?”
Yong-ho hesitated for a moment because he wanted to ask Gusion a little more about what he had just said, but somebody spoke before him. The flames of the red lotus, burning next to Gusion, said in a low voice.
[Gusion with strong power, my old friend.]
[Wouldn’t that be the only story you’re going to talk about?]
Somehow, there was something mischievous in his words. Yong-ho was also curious because it was far from the way Aamon used to speak decently.
On the other hand, Gusion frowned. After puffing out smoke hard toward Aamon, he turned to Yong-ho.
“You said you were learning spearmanship from Aamon, right?”
“So what?”
“It seems like it’s true. You’re learning it then.”
Gusion’s response was significant. Instead of asking him hurriedly, Yong-ho waited for his next words.
Gusion looked back at Aamon again, then asked Yong-ho, “Do you have to have someone like Red Demon under your control? I’m not talking about small fries, but someone who knows how to fight.”
“I’ve got one.”
Yong-ho nodded right away. Although he felt sorry for Eligos, the first thing that came to his mind when he mentioned Red Demon was Ophelia’s face.
But why did he suddenly mention Red Demon? Was it because he was of the same race?
Gusion quenched Yong-ho’s curiosity in no time.
“Learn physical skills from that guy. More specifically, how to use your body by using magic power.”
“Ain’t I already using it?” Yong-ho asked again.
His question was valid. Ever since he arrived in this demon world, he had used the magic power in fights, no matter if it was big or small. If he hadn’t used it from the beginning, he wouldn’t have survived until now.
But Gusion shook his head.
Strangely, he rubbed off the cigar in the air and said, “Let me say this for caution’s sake, but I’m not good at explaining. So, let me show you something.”
Stopping there, he cleared his throat several times in a row and then corrected his position. He lightly punched twice into the air.
“Do you see the difference?”
Catalina drooped her ears and knitted her brows. His punch made no difference, except that his second punch was slightly faster and stronger than his first. Moreover, his posture itself was the same as before.
However, Yong-ho was different. He noticed the flow of Gusion’s magic power and realized what the difference Gusion mentioned was.
“The flow of his magic power was different. Yes, it was. There was something more in his second punch, something like an internal explosion in the body or circulation.”
While Yong-ho was murmuring like that, Gusion opened his eyes wide because he never expected Yong-ho could notice the difference, and his observation was quite accurate.
“That’s why Aamon made me explain to you.”
Instead of replying, Aamon simply laughed faintly. Gusion spoke directly to Yong-ho, who was still having a hard time trying to find out the difference, “All the demons survive on magical power. You know this, right?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Good. That’s why we demons are supposed to use magic power no matter what we do. My punching a moment ago explains it further.”
Yong-ho slightly wrinkled his forehead. Based on what Gusion himself just explained, his explanation was messy. However, Yong-ho tried to combine what he saw for himself with his experiences so far. Then he reconstructed what Gusion had said.
“Does it mean that you circulated the magical power according to its movement? In other words, when you punched, did you double its speed and power by using the optimized magic power?”
Gusion’s face brightened at his explanation.
“Oh, that’s correct. How smart you are, my little master!”
“Little master?”
“Anyway, you’re right. If you use the magic power according to your movement, you can multiply that power several times. Besides, you could move faster.”
Gusion quickly changed the topic when he was faced with how to call Yong-ho.
Yong-ho nodded. He seemed to have read it somewhere in a martial arts magazine.
“Since we demons were born based on magical power from the beginning, we instinctively use magical power, even though our level is different. Your cute guard is no exception.
It’s because of her magic power skills that she could display explosive movements with her slim figure.”
Catalina’s ears drooped a little more. She roughly understood what Gusion was talking about, but she wasn’t sure about explaining when and how she used that magic power, which was natural because she was born with it, as Gusion said.
Walking with two feet, which was easy for any average man, was never simple. When one took a step, the bones and muscles of one’s whole body had to react with an exquisite balance.
It was very difficult to properly explain that process.
“But you are not like us, Yong-ho. You use magical power when punching artificially, but what should I say… It’s like you’re collecting magical power to use magic. That’s not the natural way of using magical power. This is probably because you are from the human world, not the demon world.”
Only
As if satisfied with his own explanation, Gusion nodded at what he said.
Yong-ho, too, could understand it immediately this time.
Gusion continued, “As you know, your race, the Red Demon, doesn’t know anything about magical power. However, they’re excellent at maximizing their physical movements by using magical power. So, try and learn to use magical power from one of the Red Demons. That skill alone will make you a lot stronger than now.”
In fact, Yong-ho’s body completely changed while he was absorbing Agares’s essential teachings on physical movements, so if he could master the use of magical power, he could show amazing movements.
Gusion took out a new cigar and put it in his mouth as if he finished talking.
Yong-ho looked at him briefly and said with a smile, “Gusion, aren’t you a Red Demon, too?”
“Huh?”
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