"Fuck!"
Having been caught off guard by Mar-Dule's sudden hard slap, Yoon-Jae let slip a curse before he turned to glare at him while clutching his throbbing back. He was unlike Sol or this fucker with a strong physique. Well, just look at him, he was one of the oldest people here, but he was the shortest.
Sure, his physical body was more robust than normal Alchemy Disciples, but the so-called 'normal physiques' for Alchemy Disciples were them suffering from a sprained wrist if they left something too heavy. In other words, they were worth less than dirt in a melee fight.
"Ah, sorry about that."
Mar-Dule awkwardly apologized; he was just too excited. That was seen as he turned to everyone and yelled once more.
"The Eight Trigrams Decryption Array! Aren't there eight of us? What if we used that to disable the Formation Arrays?!"
Sol perked up, and Yoon-Jae did as well.
"Will that work?"
Cheong-Su asked.
