Chapter 455 : Chapter 455

Vol 2 Chapter 95. I Entrust the Future to You, My Friend. (1)

Patrick ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍stared at the statue with a dumbfounded expression.

At ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍that, Jaegal Gyeom puffed out his chest and said with a proud face.

“What ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍do you think? Isn’t he a magnificent man who exudes wisdom at a single glance?”

“……”

This ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍was absurd.

There ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍were so many things he wanted to say.

But….

‘Let’s just let it slide for now.’

Even for the great Patrick, looking at Jaegal Gyeom’s sparkling eyes, he couldn't bring himself to reveal the truth.

To say to that face….

Your ancestor was ridiculously ugly.

To what extent, you ask?

His face itself was at the level of high treason.

He couldn't possibly say that, could he?

In the end, Patrick just let out a sigh and said.

“So, where is the ugly… I mean, Jaegal Hyeon’s legacy?”

“You can go inside and check for yourself.”

“Me, directly? You’re not bringing it out, Family Head?”

“I cannot enter.”

“What did you say?”

“What is inside is a legacy that the Heavenly Secret Wise King left for the descendants of his old friend, whom he missed dearly.”

“So?”

“It is a place filled with various mechanism formations that he personally installed to prevent those with wicked intentions from coveting it. And we, his descendants, do not know the solutions to those mechanisms.”

“……”

“So you’re saying no one has ever gone in?”

“There have been instances where outstanding descendants challenged themselves to honor our ancestor’s achievements. But….”

“Not a single one passed. Is that it?”

“That is correct.”

“……”

“I also challenged it in my youth, but I could not break through it. The very first gate was just…”

Watching Jaegal Gyeom shake his head, Patrick said.

“Wait a minute. So you’re telling me to go in alone into a place filled with mechanism formations that even the head of the Jaegal Clan can’t pass?”

“Ahem, our ancestor said.”

“Said what?”

“He said that if the one who enters this place is a true successor who has inherited the true teachings of the Radiant Dragon Great Master, they will surely be able to pass the gates.”

“And you believe that?”

“There is no way he would say something incorrect.”

“He did that a lot….”

“Pardon?”

“Sigh. No, it’s fine. It’s fine. Anyway….”

Patrick looked at the massive iron door before him.

It was inside.

His friend’s legacy.

Why?

He didn't know for what purpose it was left, but he couldn't turn his back on the only chance to see a trace of his old friend after 200 years.

‘Should I give it a try?’

Having made up his mind, Patrick said.

“Open the door.”

“Understood.”

Jaegal Gyeom activated the mechanism next to the door, and the massive iron door opened.

“Please be careful. And if by any chance you feel it’s impossible, come back immediately.”

“I’ll figure that out myself.”

And as Patrick went inside, the massive iron door closed again.

After the door closed, the corners of Jaegal Gyeom’s mouth curled up into a smile as he said.

“Suffer, you rascal.”

The Heavenly Origin Military Strategist, Jaegal Gyeom.

He was a man who held a grudge.

* * *

“Looks like I won’t need a torch.”

Upon entering, he found that fragments of night-luminescent pearls were embedded in the walls and ceiling.

Their faint glow illuminated the path, allowing Patrick to move forward.

Walking down a spiraling path, he soon came to a space marked as the First Gate.

And before entering the space, he saw an inscription carved on a stone tablet.

It was in the handwriting of the Ugly Dragon Scholar, Jaegal Hyeon, which Patrick knew well.

“So it was real. It was really left by him.”

Feeling a sense of nostalgia, Patrick carefully brushed the dust off the stone tablet with his hand and read the inscription.

[He who reads this text must be a disciple who has inherited the true teachings of the Twin Dragon Sect or a descendant of the Radiant Dragon Great Master. If you do not fall into this category, turn back.]

“That’s me, you bastard.”

He continued reading the characters.

[Good. If you possess the qualifications, then prove them.]

The text ended there.

“Prove it? What am I supposed to prove?”

There was probably some kind of trap set up in the wide space ahead.

He wouldn't know what it was without challenging it.

“Well then, shall I just dive in?”

Patrick walked into the cavern.

And after taking about five steps….

TWITCH!

Suddenly, the scenery before his eyes changed.

It was no longer a dark stone cavern, but a wide wilderness.

And what appeared before him was….

“Now! Shoot!”

With someone’s voice, archers holding bows appeared from all sides.

Then they all fired their arrows in unison.

Patrick was suddenly in a situation where he was surrounded by hundreds of archers in a wilderness and under concentrated attack.

‘Is this some kind of illusion formation? But….’

To dismiss it as an illusion, the sound of the arrows cutting through the wind as they flew was extraordinary.

Patrick hastily drew his sword to deflect the arrows.

Then….

TING! TING TING TING!

A distinct, heavy sensation was felt in his hand.

It was proof that the arrows were not illusions.

No, even if they were illusions, it was the same.

If these arrows could deceive the senses of a master of Patrick’s level, then even if they had no physical form, the moment they hit, they would inflict a massive shock on the spirit and ultimately lead to death.

“This ugly bastard… he didn't know how to do this kind of thing back in the day.”

Jaegal Hyeon’s formation arts were familiar to Patrick.

But that was from his youth, when he was called the Ugly Dragon Scholar.

At the time this mechanism was made, Jaegal Hyeon had reached the pinnacle of his magical arts and internal energy through decades of training, and his understanding of mechanisms had become much deeper.

The mechanism formations of Jaegal Hyeon, who had achieved enough to be called the Heavenly Secret Wise King, were sufficient to startle Patrick.

Above all….

“Keep shooting!”

“Defeat the enemy!”

“Do not rest your hands.”

In response to the commanders' encouragement, arrows continued to fly.

‘There’s no end to this. When does it stop?’

Patrick raised his sword and continued to deflect the arrows, but they just kept coming.

Patrick was not one to be hit by such arrows, but this wouldn't allow him to pass the gate.

If this was inside a formation, there must be a correct Gate of Life somewhere to pass through.

He needed to find it….

“You rat-like bastard.”

“You’re struggling quite a bit.”

“But it’s no use.”

“If you don’t retreat, we’ll turn you into a pincushion right here!”

Listening to the commanders’ shouts, Patrick thought.

He wanted to shut those noisy mouths.

“Shut up!”

Sword qi flew lightly in all directions.

The sword qi tore through the commanders all too easily.

For a moment, the commanders' forms shimmered like a heat haze, and he thought the trap might disappear, but….

“The enemy is resisting!”

“Shoot! Show no mercy!”

They regained their forms and once again vigorously encouraged their subordinates and fired arrows.

And the number and power of the flying arrows increased.

“Ahh… so the more I struggle, the stronger the trap gets. Right. Now that I think about it, this was his style.”

The corners of Patrick’s mouth lifted.

First, lure the opponent in with a light trap, and by the time they come to their senses, trap them in a deadly formation of death from which there is no escape and annihilate them.

This was Jaegal Hyeon’s favorite military tactic.

So, it was not good to struggle carelessly.

First, he should calmly observe the situation….

“Challenge!”

And Patrick’s sword qi flew in all directions.

KABOOM! BOOM! KABOOM!

Patrick’s sword qi exploded in all directions.

This time, it blew away not only the commanders but also the archers firing the arrows.

But….

“Kill him!”

“Avenge our comrades!”

As expected, it only returned with a fiercer attack.

“Tsk, that wasn't it?”

Patrick clicked his tongue and blocked and dodged the arrows flying from all sides.

Giving it more power here and blowing away the mechanism itself would be one way.

But if he did that, he would blow away the mechanism, Jaegal Hyeon’s legacy inside, and even the Jaegal Clan on the surface.

So….

“Should I?”

[You crazy bastard!]

“Ah, I got it. I got it. I won’t do it, alright?”

Patrick continued to move, grumbling.

He dodged attacks, occasionally counterattacked, and calmly observed his surroundings.

In the middle of that…

“Hmm?”

An attack hit a certain spot, and he saw something.

What appeared as the formation briefly wavered from the impact of the sword qi was a single line of a sentence.

[Who is the sworn brother of the Radiant Dragon Great Master, Jin Cheon?]

The sentence appeared briefly and then disappeared, but Patrick’s sharp eyes did not miss it.

“My sworn brother? That would be… Ah!”

Only then did Patrick realize the problem and calmly looked around.

Four commanders and hundreds, no, now thousands of archers shooting from all sides.

Even in the rain of arrows that densely filled the sky, Patrick’s gaze calmly surveyed them.

And then….

“Found him.”

Patrick’s face turned towards a young archer drawing his bow on one side.

Nothing else was different.

He was holding the same bow as the other archers, wearing the same clothes, and attacking in the same way.

But….

“Mujong….”

The archer’s face was one Patrick remembered well.

The face of his beloved sworn brother, who had roamed Murim with him.

SWOOSH!

Patrick vanished in an instant.

And he arrived in front of the archer with Peng Mujong’s face, and then….

“Hey, you baaastard!”

He planted his fist into his jaw.

CRACK!

For a moment, the archer with Peng Mujong’s face floated upwards, and at the same time, the countless illusory enemies that were attacking Patrick also stopped their movements.

“You little runt. Even if it’s an illusion, how dare you shoot an arrow at your older brother. You wanna die, huh?!”

A true sworn older brother who does not forgive his younger brother’s defiance.

That was Patrick Schneider.

* * *

At that time, at the Twin Dragon Sect in Tianshui County.

Someone who was in the middle of a meal there shuddered.

“Ugh?!”

“Huh? What’s wrong? Instructor Tutan?”

“I… I felt something chilling.”

“Why?”

“Perhaps….”

“Perhaps?”

Tutan held out his empty rice bowl and said.

“My meal was insufficient. I require more rice.”

“That’s your fifteenth bowl.”

“I am still hungry!”

Tutan was causing a serious crisis in the Twin Dragon Sect’s food supply.

* * *

After passing the first gate.

Patrick passed four more gates in succession.

Once he got the hang of it, the subsequent gates were also easy to pass.

Anyway, no matter how dangerous the mechanism formations were, none of them could pose a threat to Patrick, and the problem was the trick to finding the right answer, which was a fairly easy problem for Patrick.

[Who was the first of the Ten Great Evils whose head the Radiant Dragon Great Master sent flying?]

“Black Evil Blood Hand, Namyeong.”

[Who was the Radiant Dragon Great Master’s official twenty-ninth martial arts duel opponent?]

“Great Master Bogwang of Shaolin!”

[In which region did the Radiant Dragon Great Master propose to his wife?]

“Qinghai Province.”

[What is the fourth thing the Radiant Dragon Great Master dislikes?]

“Smart guys who think they can have him in the palm of their hand and play with him. A guy who knows that is pulling this crap?!”

Patrick’s patience had reached its limit.

“No, you crazy bastard. What kind of successor in the world would know all this trivial information about their ancestor? Huh?”

He was right.

As the questions went on, they became more and more private, until now they were questions that seemed impossible for anyone but the person himself to know.

Was this a problem that a successor could solve?

“Did this crazy psycho’s brain go the way of his face in his old age? Is this a problem meant to be solved? Huh?”

Patrick arrived at the next gate, fuming.

And what awaited him there again was a single stone tablet.

[You are probably now lamenting, ‘How am I supposed to solve problems related to such private personal affairs?’]

“So you do know.”

[Indeed. These are problems that even a successor who has inherited the true teachings of the Radiant Dragon Great Master cannot solve.]

“A guy who knows that sets up these kinds of problems? Do you have a conscience or not?”

[But you solved them and reached this place, didn’t you?]

“That’s because I’m, you punk….”

Patrick’s mouth snapped shut as he was speaking.

And on the next inscription revealed after he wiped away the dust with his hand….

[In other words, the fact that you are standing in this place reading this sentence is undeniable proof.]

“……”

[Proof that you are not a descendant of the Radiant Dragon Great Master, Jin Cheon, but the man himself.]

“……”

[It’s been a while, you dog-mess bastard!]

Even the great Patrick couldn't help but be lost for words.