Episode 82 – Baptism by Beating
Kim Do-hyun stepped into the chamber and immediately froze, his sneakers squeaking against the reinforced tiles of the underground training hall. The place looked less like a gym and more like a private war zone. Every wall was padded with combat runes that pulsed faint blue, absorbing sound and impact. The air smelled faintly of iron and disinfectant, that mix of sweat and blood that never fully washed away, no matter how many times janitors scrubbed.
Across the room, Han Sen was already suited up. His armor wasn't the flashy chrome kind you saw in Hunter commercials. No, his gear looked practical, black and matte, scratched across the chestplate like it had seen years of fights he barely survived. His gloves were fingerless, hands wrapped so tight the veins bulged against the skin. The man looked like he had crawled out of the kind of dungeon that ate whole teams alive.
