Sung Jin Woo Dagger 소설 & 이야기

Chen Pavilion was a place within the Wengcheng sect where disciples were provided with various martial cultivation techniques and martial skills. Every day, many disciples would go to the Xing Chen Pavilion to practice. That day was no exception and the Pavilion was filled with disciples. Suddenly, "Jae Lee woo", Jae Lee woo stopped walking when he heard a voice. He looked around him and shortly after noticed a teenager whose face looked quite cold. "You're quite resilient, it seems you haven't died yet". The teenager was Jae Khan. He was the culprit who tried to murder Jae Lee woo last time they had seen each other, Jae Shang's eldest son. Jae Lee woo gave him a quick glance and smile

See you soon? What did he mean? It might not have any other meaning than that he might be called several more times during the investigation, but Soo Min, watching this man, couldn't help but feel strange. While Hyun Woo was pretty sure Seo In Sung was the "Cherry Blossom Reaper", Soo Min was more suspicious of Choi Hyun Sik or Kim Young Chul. Seo In Sung's assurances of his innocence seemed more credible to her than anything Ye Eun's older brother or Young Chul had said.

I mutter. I sigh, starting to get irritated when they still haven't answered me. “Jace bring my dagger,” I order, stretching my arms. He quickly brings the dagger, the sharp, shiny blade shining brightly. “W…we are sorry,” they stutter, staring at the blade and shivering. “You should have spoken earlier when I asked,” I mumble, slashing the one at the front with the dagger. He screams out in pain, and the others shuddered. “Now look what you made me do,” I say, staring at the blood gushing out of his wounded arm. The blade of the dagger is made of silver, making the arm of the man sizzle and burn.

“Fuck him!” “What is he doing?” She wondered. She stood up and fenced her waist with her left hand, tapping her forehead lightly with her right hand, reviewing what to do. She walked back to the bed and picked up her phone. She dialed Mr. Leo’s number but wasn’t reachable. She switched on her data to send a W******p message and she received ten reports from diverse platforms, broadcasting Dimitri’s submission to Mila. She hated seeing him in the limelight of people, and she threw her phone on the bed again.

Not wasting a second he threw the dagger at Jisoo. "Jisoo watch out!" Jennie yelled Before Jisoo even had the time to react V got in between her and dagger and the dagger went through his abs into his body. "Taehyung!!!!" Jisoo screamed on top her lungs as V fell on the ground. "That's it!!!!!" Jumgkook said before attacking Ed. Gigi immediately looked away as she didn't want to faint again. Jisoo felt like her world collapsed. she didn't knew but her breath got stuck as her eyes refused to blink.

No one would hear a thing over the heavy noise from the plan engines. But they don't shoot, which means they have other plans. I don't want to know what those other plans are. Sorry but I have a daughter to save. With sudden kick of adrenaline pumping through my veins, I urge my legs to move, at first stalking before finally breaking into a run, so fast that just like earlier in the day, Suho didn't see it coming. He didn't know when I ran, or when I jumped, balancing my aim by first kicking the wall of the left side, and then jumping straight on top of Suho, stabbing the glass dagger straight in his gut.

His speed and his strength—Gideon had dismissed them all like they were nothing with just two damn fingers. Owen wondered who the hell Gideon was. Before Owen could recover, Gideon's fingers tightened. The dagger shattered into pieces, sending Owen stumbling backward. It was worth noting that Owen's dagger was no ordinary weapon. It was forged from deep-sea refined iron. It was incredibly durable, capable of slicing through metal as if it were mere clay. Once a prized treasure in the Black Sky Organization's vault, it had been awarded to him as a reward for flawlessly completing an S-tier mission. The dagger had claimed the lives of countless high-profile targets, leaving a trail of formidab

“As soon as they said my name, I knew they were coming for me. The other warriors did their best, but those rogues were relentless.” Diane stepped forward, holding one of the recovered daggers in a cloth. “The daggers were custom-made. I’ve checked with every trader and contact I know. No one recognizes the maker’s mark.” Arya held out her hand. “Let me see it.” Diane placed the dagger in her palm. Arya inspected the engraving closely, her thumb lingering on the maker’s mark. She let out a short breath of relief before returning the dagger. “It’s not a Doomfur dagger,” she confirmed.