Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation
Chapter 465
Vol 2 Chapter 105. Ah, you surrender? (2)
The main gate of the Hegemon Blade Sect.
The guards watching it were bored.
Being a guard for the number one Hegemon Blade Sect under the heavens was basically a job with nothing to do.
Who would dare to come to the main gate of the Hegemon Blade Sect unless their liver was swollen beyond belief and hanging outside their stomach?
Even those who occasionally passed by would lower their eyes as much as possible and walk cautiously.
But….
“Huh, what’s that?”
“Seeing as he’s wearing a sword, he looks like a martial artist.”
“No. He’s holding a liquor bottle in one hand. He must just be a drunkard.”
“The aura he gives off is somewhat like a thug’s.”
All of them were more or less correct answers.
Swordsman, thug, drunkard.
A person who fits all these conditions.
That’s right.
It was Patrick Sky Schneider who swaggered up to the main gate of the Hegemon Blade Sect.
And he said….
“Wow…. The world has gotten so muuuuch better. To think that Unorthodox Alliance bastards are sitting pretty right in the middle of Chengdu, Sichuan.”
For a moment, words failed them.
Was he perhaps picking a fight?
Coming to the gate of the Hegemon Blade Sect all alone?
To the gatekeepers who were speechless from sheer disbelief, Patrick said.
“Hey, Gatekeeper A over there.”
“…Are you talking to me?”
“Yeah. You. You, who looks like the very model of a gatekeeper just from your face.”
What part of my face looks like a gatekeeper’s?
He was about to shout, but the other person went a step further.
“Go inside and tell your Sect Leader to come out.”
“…What?”
“Are you deaf? I said tell your Sect Leader to come out.”
Ah, the answer was now set.
If a person came to the Hegemon Blade Sect alone in broad daylight and spouted such words, their identity was clear.
“Get lost, you crazy bastard!”
Well, it could have been the right answer, but….
“Ha… hahaha….”
The opponent was Patrick.
Patrick raised the liquor bottle high and gulped down all the liquor inside.
And what he said was….
“Just so you know. Calling me a crazy bastard to my face is the eighteenth thing I hate.”
“Why do you have so many things you ha—.”
The gatekeeper’s words were not finished.
Before that, a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and there his memory faded.
BOOOOM!
And Patrick’s brilliant Flashing Dragon Strike shattered the main gate of the Hegemon Blade Sect into pieces.
* * *
When the main gate of the Hegemon Blade Sect was shattered, disciples of the Hegemon Blade Sect immediately appeared from all directions, radiating a menacing aura.
“Which bastard is it?”
“How dare you, do you know where this is!”
The disciples of the Hegemon Blade Sect, who appeared like a swarm of bees from a disturbed hive, full of murderous intent, glared at Patrick as if to kill him.
But Patrick just smirked and said.
“Wow. This brings back memories. How long has it been?”
There were many such incidents in the old days.
In the past, during his days as the Radiant Dragon Great Master Jin Cheon, he had invaded and wrecked more than one or two Unorthodox Alliance sects in this way.
Among them were even large sects led by the Ten Great Evils of that time.
“The important thing at times like this is to not get scared and maintain your composure.”
[I believe the right thing to do is not to engage in such crazy acts in the first place.]
“What was that? I can’t hear you well.”
[Cheon, you bastarrrrd!]
“Sorry. I’m a little busy right now. I’ll play with you later.”
Ignoring his master’s roar, Patrick looked at the Unorthodox Alliance riffraff before him.
Most were at a level above first-rate, and among them were quite a few who were approaching the level of supreme masters.
“Tsk, it’s worthy of being called the number one sect under the heavens. This must be why the Qingcheng Sect was ruined.”
Patrick had already grasped the situation in Sichuan.
The Sichuan Tang Clan had endured a brief humiliation to buy time, and the Qingcheng Sect had been burned down as a price for not bowing their heads stiffly.
The Emei Sect would be fine since he had sent the kids and his two wives.
And Patrick had come to the Hegemon Blade Sect himself.
If an ordinary person’s way of thinking was to immediately build up a weir when a flood occurred, Patrick’s way was to go to the source of the flood and block it off.
“How dare you come to the Hegemon Blade Sect and cause a disturbance? Let’s hear your name, you bastard.”
An Unorthodox Alliance riffraff who seemed to have quite a bit of power among the gathered crowd shouted sharply.
Patrick glanced at the guy and….
“Are you also a disciple of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor?”
“What did you say?”
“I asked if you’re a disciple of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor. Are the Unorthodox Alliance kids these days deaf? Why don’t you answer right away?”
The opponent made a dumbfounded expression and then formed a blue Hand Gang Qi in his hand, saying.
“You’re a madman. Just die!”
And with the ferocity of a fierce hawk, he flew and struck down at Patrick with the Hand Gang Qi formed in both hands.
CRASH!
The forty-seventh disciple of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor, Pipa Claw Po Cheon.
He was a master of the claw art, strong enough not to be outmatched anywhere in the martial world, a master who had reached the State of Harmony.
However….
CRACK!
Patrick easily dodged his attack and then spun the guy’s face around with his scabbard.
“Keok…. You bastard….”
“This punk, is that an open mouth you have? Madman? Huh?”
CRACK CRACK CRACK!
“I just told you that treating me like a madman to my face is the eighteenth thing I hate, didn’t I? Huh?”
“Keok…. Wh-when… Kuaaack!”
“Anyway, these Unorthodox Alliance punks just don’t get it when you talk to them, do they? Huh? They only listen when they’re hit. They only listen when they’re hit.”
CRACK! THWACK! SMACK!
The intensity gradually increased.
Pipa Claw Po Cheon tried to counter, no, resist by coating his middle finger with sharp gang qi, but….
THWACK! SMACK! CRUNCH!
“Where do you think you’re throwing a tantrum during your education? A tantrum? Who told you to do that? Did the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor teach you that? Huh?”
“Keu… Keuuuuu….”
The price for a minor act of resistance was only a more miserable beating.
Watching a disciple of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor get smashed in an instant, the others stared blankly at the scene.
Seeing such an unrealistic sight, their sense of reality didn’t immediately return.
However….
“Wh-what are you all doing?”
“All units, attack! Repel the intruder!”
A few of them belatedly came to their senses.
And as they gave the order, the others also came to their senses and rushed towards Patrick.
Seeing hundreds of enemies rushing at him, Patrick….
“Yeah, this is how the Unorthodox Alliance should be.”
The corner of his mouth lifted as he continued.
“Come at me. You bastards.”
And in the very next moment, Patrick’s body became a single streak of light and began to smash the disciples of the Hegemon Blade Sect.
* * *
BOOM!
“Kuaaack!”
It was one-sided.
Every time Patrick’s body became a streak of light, flashing east and west, the disciples of the Hegemon Blade Sect were broken, shattered, torn, and sent flying.
In between, some disciples of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor with considerable martial prowess tried to counter.
They did, but….
“Keok…. Eek…. Urk! Not yet… Keoheok!”
Their minor acts of resistance only earned them more beatings.
Even the strongest among them, the twenty-third disciple of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor, Blood Killing Wind and Cloud Sword Beon Kwae, found it hard to receive twenty of Patrick’s moves.
No, well, he did receive them.
Although most of it was closer to taking it with his body rather than receiving it.
There were over a hundred disciples of the Hegemon Blade Sect, but not a single one could even grab Patrick’s ankle.
And just then….
“Gal!”
With a majestic shout that vibrated the air resoundingly, a giant fist form fell on Patrick’s head.
Patrick glanced at the attack and then swung his sword to block it.
BOOOOM!
When Patrick’s lightly swung sword strike and the opponent’s attack collided, a huge crash sound erupted, and a terrifying qi wave burst out in all directions.
‘Oh, not bad.’
Feeling a rather heavy impact, Patrick became interested and checked the person who had attacked him.
There stood a person with red eyes shining brightly, looking at Patrick.
He looked at Patrick and said.
“A color-eyed swordsman who uses twin swords…. Are you the Evil-Breaking Swordsman?”
To that question, Patrick yawned widely and said.
“Elder, if you want to confirm my identity, you should first state your name, you Unorthodox Alliance bastard.”
As soon as those words ended, a beat later, a few more people appeared.
A man with a lean physique holding a spear, a figure holding a giant guandao, a person who looked like an ordinary scholar, etc.
Their appearances were all different, but the aura that each of them exuded was not to be taken lightly.
“Oh…, it’s the Sect Leader and the Hall Heads.”
“They’ve come themselves.”
“We’re saved now.”
The disciples of the Hegemon Blade Sect cheered at their appearance.
In fact, they had been thinking it from the middle.
No matter how numerous they were, they couldn’t face that monster with their abilities.
But it was a different story with them.
For they were powerhouses who were among the top ten direct disciples of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor.
And among them, a lanky person with long limbs said to Patrick.
“How dare the likes of you speak recklessly in front of? Do you want to die?”
“What’s with this punk now? You look just like a long-armed gibbon.”
At that, the opponent’s face turned bright red.
His abnormally long limbs were an advantage when using his martial arts, but they were a source of great inferiority complex in terms of appearance.
“How dare…. You dare to insult me, the Poisonous Heart Hand Jeok Il…. Huh?!”
Jeok Il, who was speaking, was momentarily taken aback.
Patrick had appeared in front of him at some point.
And with a cold face, he said to the guy.
“Was it you?”
“Wh-what are you talking about?”
“Were you the one who set fire to Mount Qingcheng?”
For a moment, Jeok Il flinched but shouted with determination.
“That’s right. The one who annihilated the Qingcheng Sect was this very bo— Keok!”
Before he could even finish his words, Jeok Il’s jaw was sent flying upwards.
Patrick had struck him up with the handle of his scabbard.
The moment the guy’s body was lifted into the air.
Patrick said.
“You need a beating.”
And Patrick’s sword moved fiercely, leaving countless afterimages in the air.
PAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPAPOW!
“Kuaaaaaaaaah!”
If the Beggars’ Sect had seen it, they would have admired it as the ultimate state that the Dog Beating Stick Technique should pursue.
Patrick didn’t even draw his sword from its scabbard and persistently beat the guy up.
In Patrick’s assault, which beat him evenly without any gaps, Jeok Il couldn’t even fall to the ground and was beaten while suspended in the air.
Watching one human being turn into a rag in real time, the other disciples of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor didn’t even dare to intervene.
No, they tried.
They did, but….
‘My… my hand won’t move.’
‘How can this be….’
Because their level was quite high, it became an even stronger shackle.
Patrick wasn’t even looking at them, but still, they couldn’t lift a single finger.
Even as they clearly watched their junior brother being beaten to a pulp with their own two eyes.
And finally….
THUD!
“Keoheoeok.”
Jeok Il was slammed into the ground with a finishing blow.
And Patrick said coldly to the guy.
“An Unorthodox Alliance punk baring his teeth in front of me? Do you want to die?”
“Keu… Uuuuh….”
Looking at the guy whose bones were shattered all over his body, Patrick thought.
It would be easy to just kill a brat like this.
There would be no pangs of conscience for ending the life of an Unorthodox Alliance punk.
However….
“I’ll let you live for now. Consider yourself lucky.”
Patrick warned, pressing down on Jeok Il’s head.
At this moment, Jeok Il, whose head was being stepped on by Patrick, trembled with humiliation and shame even though he couldn’t lift a finger.
And the moment he glared at Patrick with bloodshot eyes full of resentment….
“……”
Feeling that Patrick was also looking down at him, he hastily lowered his gaze.
And once again, he trembled with shame.
‘How can I, the Poisonous Heart Hand Jeok Il, not even meet his eyes?’
In his life, there had been only one person who had suppressed him to this extent.
A long, long time ago.
It was the first time since then that he had been so completely dominated, after that time when he couldn't even think of defying.
And….
“……”
“……”
The atmosphere of the crowd was the same.
Just as the atmosphere was about to change with the appearance of the Sect Leader and Hall Heads, the Hall Head Jeok Il was beaten to a pulp like a dog.
So it was natural for the atmosphere to change again as if cold water had been thrown on it.
In the midst of this, the first to break the silence was….
“Indeed, I thought the rumors of the Orthodox Faction punks might be an exaggeration.”
It was Mu Gyeol, the Second Sect Leader of the Hegemon Blade Sect.
He stroked his chin and said.
“Now that I see it, it seems the rumors were an understatement.”
Then he made a fist-and-palm salute with both hands towards Patrick and said.
“I am the Second Sect Leader of the Hegemon Blade Sect, Demonic Emperor Great Emperor Mu Gyeol.”
“I am Patrick of the Twin Dragon Sect.”
Patrick had no history of making a fist-and-palm salute to an Unorthodox Alliance punk, so he just said it calmly.
At that, some people around him flared up and raised their killing intent again, but Mu Gyeol stepped forward first and put a stop to it.
“From now on, anyone who steps forward without my instructions will have their eyes gouged out.”
At that, the boiling killing intent subsided.
And Mu Gyeol spoke again.
“State your business for coming to our sect.”
“For an Unorthodox Alliance punk, you’re quite calm and polite.”
“……”
“Or are you just trying to act calm?”
Mu Gyeol’s brow twitched and trembled, but Patrick just smirked.
In fact, if he wanted to act on his temper, he could just wipe them all out here.
He could, but….
‘That wouldn’t be right, would it?’
[Is that even a question? Wiping them out now is to lose a big gain for a small profit and to startle the snake by beating the grass.]
‘Speak in simpler terms, you ugly bastard.’
[Don’t do it, you punk!]
‘…….’
[Stick to the plan thoroughly. Got it?]
“Tsk.”
Patrick clicked his tongue.
Come what may, messing up the plan that came from that ugly bastard’s head was not a good thing.
Patrick knew that better than anyone.
So he had to do as he was told here.
Even if it was something he had never done before in his life.
“You asked what my business was.”
“That is correct.”
Patrick slowly raised both hands.
And he said to the Sect Leader of the Hegemon Blade Sect.
“Surrender.”
“…What?”
“Ah, I surrender.”
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