Chapter 444 : Chapter 444

Vol 2 Chapter 84. Summon Everyone (2)

KACHIING!

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The ‍​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍sight of the blue light enveloping the sword bodies and rising ethereally was truly beautiful.

Yes.

It ‍​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍was beautiful.

But….

KACHIING!

“Heeey….”

KACHIING!

“Hehehe….”

KACHIING!

“Kekekekekek….”

At this point, it was a bit much.

Watching Mun Yul repeatedly summon and dismiss the Gang Qi on his sword while laughing like a madman….

“Someone stop him.”

“How can we stop him? He's a supreme master who can now draw out Gang Qi.”

“Seriously, how can people who can't draw out Gang Qi live with this sorrow?”

“Sigh, can't he just do that somewhere else?”

The other disciples couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Seeing his junior brothers, a deep smile formed on Mun Yul’s lips.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you incompetent fools.”

“Huh?”

“What’d you say?”

“What did you just say?”

Mun Yul spoke to his junior brothers with an arrogant smile.

“Is it not because you don't train diligently that you still can't draw out Gang Qi? Huh?”

“Haaang?”

“Uh-uh?”

“Has he lost his mind?”

This must be when one uses the phrase ‘I’m at a loss for words.’

Seeing his junior brothers thinking this, Mun Yul arrogantly lifted his head and said.

“My goodness, the junior brothers I have are so lazy…. Still can't draw out Gang Qi. Still can’t draw out Gang Qi.”

“……”

“……”

“This is all because of a lack of training. Training. I think we need to increase the intensity of the training…. Huh? What are you doing? You guys what…. Whoa!”

“Die!”

“You villain!”

“Receive the judgment of justice!”

The junior brothers collectively rushed at Mun Yul.

“You, you bastards…. I’m a supreme master now. You bastards!”

“Supreme master or not….”

“If you stick a sword in, it’ll go in!”

“Stab him from behind! From behind!”

As always, it was the usual sight of the warm and friendly disciples of the Twin Dragon Sect.

However, to an outsider watching….

“How absurd.”

“Do I have to live here if I marry into this family?”

“Hmm….”

It was truly an unfamiliar sight.

Normally, when a supreme master emerges in a sect, it's a cause for great celebration, announced with a feast or by rewarding the disciple.

But here….

“Woooooah!”

“Kill the traitorous Senior Brother!”

“Kaaawl!”

Well, they were doing that.

The scene was filled with those whose jaws were dislocated and those who fainted and collapsed, making it not just unfamiliar but even wondrous.

In any case, one thing was certain….

“He really is a supreme master.”

“Hmm… how can he already be at that age.”

Mun Yul had indeed become very strong.

As for the reason he had become strong, the Bong-gong of the Twin Dragon Sect had explained it himself.

He had said that he had passed down the sect’s secret divine art and that he had seen some accomplishment.

But still.

“Brother Jaegal, is it normal for a divine art to show accomplishment the very next day after it is passed down?”

At Peng Mu-seong’s question, Jaegal Mun sighed and said.

“How could that be? If that were possible, the world would be overflowing with masters of the State of Harmony and supreme masters.”

“Right?”

The people here were also disciples of prestigious orthodox sects, so their sects possessed several divine arts.

But just because they had those divine arts didn't mean they could mass-produce masters.

Most divine arts were difficult to learn in the first place.

That was why they carefully selected the person to learn them, limiting the number of successors.

Half the reason prestigious sects recruit a large number of young disciples is to find talent to whom they can pass down the sect's divine arts.

And even after finding a successor and starting the transmission, it's still a problem.

Because it's a difficult martial art, it takes a long time to learn, and it's hard to see accomplishment.

For peerless divine arts like the Wudang Sect's Taiji Divine Art or Shaolin's Bodhidharma's Muscle Tendon Change Classic, the number of people who have mastered them can be counted on one hand.

That's how much time and effort it takes to see accomplishment with a divine art.

It wasn't a goblin's club; there was no such thing as a divine art that would unconditionally increase one's accomplishment just by learning it.

“That is common sense. It is common sense, but….”

Jaegal Mun stared at the scene before him with a dumbfounded expression.

“You junior brother bastards! I’m a supreme master nowww!”

KACHIING!

“Whoa! Senior brother, that’s Gang Qi, Gang Qi!”

“We’ll die if that hits us!”

“Run awayyyy!”

Jaegal Mun felt empty.

Before his eyes, a piece of knowledge he had been certain of was being negated.

If the opponent was a great figure who could destroy his common sense, someone who could be predicted to be a great master of a generation or the number one under the heavens in the distant future, it might have been a bit better, but….

“You’re all dead!”

Where in that fuming figure, drawing out Gang Qi after being ganged up on by his junior brothers, could one see a sliver of a great master who would take the era by storm?

“Get over here. Aren’t you coming over here!”

Mun Yul’s rampage, chasing after his junior brothers with Gang Qi drawn, was stopped by a single flash of light that intervened.

SMACK!

“Just! Just! You bastard.”

Mun Yul, who was hit by a flick to the forehead that applied the Flashing Dragon Strike, clutched the top of his head and protested to Patrick.

“Ugh…. Why did you hit me?”

“Why are you hitting your junior brothers?”

“They hit me first.”

Patrick looked up at the distant sky and let out a deep sigh.

“After all the trouble I went through to teach you the divine art….”

“What? Why?”

“When your state rises, try to have some of the dignity and composure that befits that risen state.”

“……”

“What's with that expression that says, ‘You're right, but for you to say that, you have no conscience’?”

“Wow. He’s a psychic.”

SMACK!

“Ouch!”

He got hit one more time for speaking his mind honestly.

Patrick let out a deep sigh and approached the other Twin Dragon Squad members.

“How is it? Has everyone made some progress in their training?”

At Patrick’s question, the Twin Dragon Squad members looked at each other, and Jaegal Mun spoke as their representative.

“It's not enough to be called an accomplishment, but the time we can endure against the instructors has increased a little.”

As he spoke, Jaegal Mun's face turned red.

He said it was enduring, but it was just that they had become more accustomed to running away and dodging.

It was too crude to report as a martial artist's achievement gained through training.

However….

“Right. Then that's a relief.”

Patrick nodded as if he were satisfied.

“……?”

Jaegal Mun couldn’t understand, but this was exactly what Patrick had been aiming for from the beginning.

“Do you know what kind of person is the least helpful in a real battle?”

“Pardon? Uh… that is….”

Jaegal Mun hesitated to answer.

But as the son of the Jaegal Clan, the sense of duty to answer when asked a question made his head spin.

And the words he came up with were….

“A weak squad member.”

“Wrong. Realistically, since you can’t fill the entire squad with strong members, that’s an unavoidable part.”

“……”

“The most troublesome ones in a real battle are the ones who die and become corpses.”

“…Pardon?”

The answer was so fundamental that Jaegal Mun was rather taken aback.

Patrick smirked at him and said.

“Even if a dangerous mission fails and you encounter a strong enemy, the squad member who somehow manages to survive and return is the most excellent squad member.”

“……”

“On the other hand, what about a guy who you send on a mission and he just goes and gets himself killed? That's the worst. Those guys don't inform their allies of the cause of failure. So the commander has to dispatch another squad member, and if things go wrong, it continuously creates second and third victims.”

“……”

“Remember this. Throw away all that nonsense about carrying out your mission with your life on the line.”

It was a radical statement.

Normally, the teaching of a prestigious clan was to complete one's assigned mission with loyalty, even if it meant giving up one's life.

But Patrick….

“No matter what situation you find yourself in, don't give up and survive. A dead corpse is of no help. In fact, it's harmful because it only costs funeral expenses.”

“……”

It wasn't an explanation based on military strategy.

But there was a strange persuasiveness in Patrick's confident voice.

It felt strongly like the living knowledge from the teachings of a seasoned veteran who had returned from the battlefield.

“By any chance, have you experienced war, Captain?”

“It wasn’t just once or twice.”

“I see….”

Jaegal Mun nodded as if he understood.

“In the end, the survival of each individual squad member leads to the integrity of the entire force.”

“Well, something like that.”

“I understand the Captain’s policy well.”

“Oh, you’re pretty smart for a Jaegal Clan member.”

“However….”

“Hmm? However? What however?”

“In the end, to increase the survival rate, isn’t there no better way than to improve the skills of each individual?”

“…So?”

“Please give us your direct teachings as well.”

“……”

“I have heard that the rapid improvement of the Twin Dragon Sect’s disciples was all thanks to the Captain's teachings. We too, like the Vice Captains, would like to receive your direct teachings… Mmph!”

It was then.

A group of people rushed forward like a flash of light, pounced on Jaegal Mun, covered his mouth, and restrained his limbs.

“Is this guy crazy?”

“Bong-gong. Please act as if you didn't hear that.”

“He doesn't know any better.”

The ones who gagged Jaegal Mun and tied his limbs were the disciples of the Twin Dragon Sect.

They were desperately trying to persuade Patrick with pale faces.

However….

“Ah…. Aaaah….”

It was ominous.

He felt a chill.

“I was thoughtless. Our squad members are craving my teachings this much, and I hadn't even thought of that.”

“No. That’s not it.”

“Nobody craved anything like that.”

“It was just this crazy Jaegal bastard.”

The desperate excuses of the disciples.

But their earnest pleas did not reach the ears of the demon that had already been set in motion.

“Anyway, that Namgung Jin fellow? He seems like he'll need some time for a while…. So I've got some time on my hands.”

“Bong-gong. I heard that Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion next door just got some liquor from Fragrant Province, and it tastes amazing.”

“A new mountain keep has been established 500 li south of Tianshui County, and I hear their hands-on skills are good.”

Their desperate efforts were earnest.

But it was already too late.

“Starting tomorrow, I will personally look after you all.”

The disciples of the Twin Dragon Sect screamed.

“Noooo!”

“Damn it!”

Patrick said to the disciples.

“Come to think of it, I needed to test the kids’ hands-on skills, I mean, their skills, at least once anyway.”

The disciples of the Twin Dragon Sect clutched their heads and despaired.

“Let's go to Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion today. And starting tomorrow, let’s have some fun.”

“Aaaaaack!”

“Noooo!”

The despairing disciples of the Twin Dragon Sect.

And the Twin Dragon Squad members looked at them with expressions of incomprehension.

“Well, the training was always hard, wasn't it?”

“Is it something to hate that much?”

“I’m feeling motivated. In fact, isn't it true that you learn more when you learn from a master?”

“Miss Moyong’s words are correct.”

The despairing disciples of the Twin Dragon Sect.

The Twin Dragon Squad members clenching their fists with motivation.

This difference in temperature would perfectly align the next day.

***

The next day.

“Kuh… kugh….”

“Ki… kill me. Rather… ugh….”

“Ah…. Ah, grandfather. So you were here.”

A scene that anyone who knew what kind of person Patrick was would have expected unfolded.

The disciples of the Twin Dragon Sect and the Twin Dragon Squad members were all lying on the floor, writhing.

And Patrick, standing alone in the middle, was….

“Kuuuh…. This is good. As expected of the liquor from Fragrant Province. The aroma is different.”

Doing this.

He had taken on all the members of the Twin Dragon Squad and all the disciples of the Twin Dragon Sect by himself and had completely overwhelmed them.

No, being overwhelmed itself was possible.

Everyone knew that Patrick was a tremendous master, so they had expected it.

But how could he beat them up so indiscriminately, regardless of gender?

The cherished children of the Five Great Families.

The precious young masters of prestigious clans.

The direct disciples of the sect leaders of the Nine Sects One Gang….

[Who told you to swing your saber like that, you bastard. Can’t you swing it cleanly? Did the Peng Clan change the Primordial Thunderclap Blade to the fluttering saber art recently? Huh?]

[Who just uses palm techniques when the distance closes? Shouldn’t you move your feet to create distance before that?]

[Argh. Doesn’t the Emei Sect teach things like this these days? Are you really a direct disciple of the sect leader?]

[Namgung Miiiin! Your stance, you bastard. Stance! Stanceeee!]

Before this demon of hell, everyone was equal.