Vol 2 Chapter 73. You Measly Things…. (5)
Patrick’s expression had hardened stiffly.
His gaze moved in turn over the shattered houses, the corpses of the common folk, and Go Seok-hyeon lying on the ground, bleeding.
He knew it.
The martial world was a harsh place.
Things like this could happen at any time.
If one did not want such situations, one should never have picked up a sword in the first place.
Yes.
He understood all of that well enough in his head.
But….
“How dare you….”
Everyone has a line that must never be crossed.
And when that line is crossed, logic no longer holds any meaning.
“You insignificant bastards….”
A terrifying killing intent overflowed from Patrick’s body.
Since being reborn and gaining a second life, there had been only a handful of times when he had felt rage like this.
And then….
“D-die…!”
Yu Ji-wan, whom he had thought was knocked down by Patrick’s earlier strike, appeared behind him and drew his sword.
Thirty-Three Splitting Light Swords.
Yu Ji-wan’s greatest ultimate technique flew forth to shred Patrick’s entire body.
The sword qi, honed to the extreme in nothing but sharpness, was as thin as silk threads.
But….
SHRAAAK!
A single move.
Patrick merely lifted the White Dragon Sword in his left hand and slashed upward.
With that one motion, the sharp sword qi rushing in from all directions was severed strand by strand.
“Uh… uhh….”
Yu Ji-wan realized it then.
His mind might not have been sound, but had he not reached the State of Harmony in martial arts?
From just that single move, he knew that he could never be Patrick’s match.
‘R-run….’
The moment the thought of retreat crossed his mind….
CRACK!
Patrick’s fist slammed straight into Yu Ji-wan’s face.
“Guhh!”
Yu Ji-wan groaned in agony as his face was crushed and he was sent flying backward.
Miraculously, he did not collapse and landed on both feet.
But….
SPLAT!
What was this?
The sensation of landing on the ground with both feet felt strange.
The ground felt much lower than usual, as if he had suddenly shrunk.
And the searing pain surging up from below his knees made him realize the truth.
“AAAAAAARGH!”
At some point, Patrick had severed both of Yu Ji-wan’s legs.
Struck so swiftly he could not even tell when it happened, Yu Ji-wan writhed on the ground, screaming as the raw stumps of his legs pressed against the earth.
“You insignificant….”
“U… ugh….”
“How dare….”
“Uuugh….”
Fear.
Yu Ji-wan was afraid of Patrick.
Not simply because Patrick was stronger.
This was something far more absolute—he had provoked the wrath of an existence that must never be angered.
He had felt this sensation once before, a very long time ago.
“M-master….”
As Yu Ji-wan recalled the Heaven-Splitting Martial Emperor while watching Patrick approach….
“B-Bong-gong… cough… Bong-gong!”
Go Seok-hyeon, who had collapsed on the ground, called out to Patrick urgently.
Patrick went to him at once and hurriedly checked his condition.
“How are you? If it’s critical—”
“No, it’s not to the point of death. You can rest easy.”
Patrick clenched his lips tightly at those words.
Sephiroth’s recovery could only be used once per day.
Go Seok-hyeon looked bad, but if he was not on the brink of death, it was better to hold back for now.
There might be disciples truly facing mortal danger elsewhere.
“Save the others first. The enemies….”
“I understand. For now, calm yourself and wait.”
“The children… cough… the common folk….”
After calming Go Seok-hyeon, Patrick grabbed Yu Ji-wan by the collar as he writhed in pain on the ground and hauled him up.
“I-I was wrong—”
“Shut your mouth!”
CRACK!
Patrick smashed his fist into Yu Ji-wan’s mouth, silencing him, and immediately dashed toward where fierce energies were colliding.
What Patrick saw when he arrived was….
“Young Master!”
“Cough… B-Bong-gong!”
“Bong-gong has arrived!”
The battlefield was still raging.
After a quick check, there were no disciples dead yet.
Sanson and Oliver were injured, but alive.
“Hooo….”
Only for a brief moment, but Patrick let out a sigh of relief.
At least it was not the worst-case scenario.
And then….
“Who the hell are you?!”
The instant Patrick saw Gal Sang-a glaring at him and shrieking, he replied coldly.
“What’s the point of knowing when you’re about to die?”
“What?! How dare a nobody like you speak to this Yaochi Witch Gal Sang-a— guh!”
CRAAACK!
Gal Sang-a flew backward, blood spewing from her mouth.
“Uh… uhh…?”
Chu Un-hwi, who had been fighting Gal Sang-a, was left completely stunned.
What had he even done?
He had seen nothing at all.
One moment he blinked, and the next Gal Sang-a was flying through the air and smashing into a wall.
And standing before him was….
“Are you from the Beggars’ Sect?”
“Th-that’s right. I am Chu Un-hwi, the Mad Dog Beggar.”
Having grasped the situation, Patrick gave him a slight bow and said,
“I thank you for your chivalry, Great Master.”
If martial artists from two hundred years ago had seen this, they would have been horrified.
Receiving the sincere gratitude of the illustrious Radiant Dragon Great Hero was no small thing.
The Beggars’ Sect might even have declared it a commemorative day.
But that was two hundred years ago….
“Uh… well. I mean, it’s nothing….”
Chu Un-hwi was simply dumbfounded.
And then….
“Ah! Behind you!”
Chu Un-hwi spotted Mae Jin-chang trying to launch a stealthy attack from behind Patrick.
But….
THUD!
Patrick responded in an utterly outrageous manner.
With one hand still gripping Yu Ji-wan by the collar, he hurled him straight at Mae Jin-chang.
“Guhk!”
Mae Jin-chang, attempting an ambush, was struck by Yu Ji-wan and sent flying backward.
“What kind of nonsense is this….”
Chu Un-hwi stood there, speechless.
The martial world was full of strange weapons, but he had never imagined a person could be used as a thrown weapon.
Patrick glanced at the three fallen enemies, then said,
“Oliver. Sanson.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Speak, my lord.”
The two responded with a knight’s courtesy.
Patrick then said,
“Lead the disciples and clean up the remaining trash. I’ll deal with those three.”
“Yes!”
“Yes!”
Did anyone need to ask whose command it was?
Standing before them was their lord and the great hero who had saved an entire world.
Double Dragon Patrick Sky Schneider.
Patrick slowly walked toward the three fallen figures.
“Who sent you?”
“Guh… You think I’d tell you?”
Gal Sang-a flared her eyes and struggled to her feet.
She knew her opponent might be stronger than her.
But….
“Do you even know who I am?!”
As she drove her inner power to its extreme, her hands glowed white, becoming so translucent that the bones within were visible.
Patrick merely looked on calmly.
That detached, indifferent gaze stabbed directly at Gal Sang-a’s pride.
“I’ll kill you!”
She launched herself like a soaring hawk and unleashed her full-power ultimate technique at Patrick.
Nine Nether Ghost Spirit Slaughter.
KIEEEEEEEEEEK!
A massive ghostly current engulfed Patrick, accompanied by shrill wails as if echoing from hell itself.
“Ugh… aaaagh!”
“Guh!”
The eerie shrieks crushed the spirit and inflicted internal injuries on those who heard them.
In fact, many of the nearby Unorthodox Alliance members were already vomiting blood.
A trump card combining palm force and sound-based inner power.
It was the Yaochi Witch’s decisive move.
But….
“Pathetic.”
His opponent was Patrick Schneider.
Without so much as blinking at the sound-based attack, Patrick countered at the exact moment the attack was about to reach him.
Flash!
Only a single sharp gleam of light was visible.
But the result was….
THUD!
Two severed arms fell to the ground.
“AAAAAAARGH!”
Gal Sang-a screamed in agony.
For a martial artist who relied on palm techniques, losing both arms meant losing everything she had built over her life.
And then….
“Shut up!”
BAM!
Patrick’s foot slammed into Gal Sang-a’s solar plexus as she screamed in pain.
“Guhhh….”
His kick shattered her ribs and drove deep into her body, stealing her breath away.
Gal Sang-a collapsed to her knees.
She could see Patrick’s foot flying toward her, but she could not react.
CRAAACK!
Her neck snapped backward as she was sent flying, crashing right back into where her fellow disciples lay.
Patrick slowly approached the three and said, “Forget the idea that you’ll die cleanly.”
The killing intent overflowing from him was no empty threat—it was genuine.
The Twin Dragon Sect disciples swallowed hard at his unusually ruthless demeanor.
‘W-was Bong-gong always like this?’
‘He wasn’t usually this way….’
To the disciples, Patrick now seemed frighteningly unfamiliar.
Then….
“What are you all standing around for?!”
Sanson shouted loudly.
“Make the enemies who dared attack Tianshui County pay the price!”
At those words, the fighting spirit returned to the disciples’ eyes.
Yes.
This was real combat.
It was only natural that Bong-gong would be sharper than usual.
And they needed to be the same.
“You bastards….”
“You’re not leaving alive!”
“Die!”
The Twin Dragon Sect disciples charged ferociously.
With Sanson, Oliver, and even a recovered Chu Un-hwi joining in, the numerical disadvantage no longer mattered.
‘This should be enough.’
Patrick nodded as he watched them.
Sanson and Oliver seemed injured, but not to the extent that mere rabble could threaten them.
If he could just hold these three here….
‘Three?’
Patrick frowned slightly.
On the way here, Storm Spear had collapsed from exhaustion, so Patrick had spread his energy sense while running to detect enemies.
At that time, he had clearly sensed four high-level enemies.
But now, only three were present.
One was missing.
Patrick’s lips curled upward.
“Do you think I won’t find you if you hide like a rat?”
Once more, Patrick’s energy sense spread outward.
It expanded wide enough to cover all of Tianshui County, catching someone concealing their presence a short distance away.
“There.”
Patrick’s gaze locked onto someone perched atop a distant tree.
The distance was over one hundred and fifty zhang.
The target realized he had been detected and immediately fled.
But….
“You think you can run from me?”
Patrick sneered coldly and slightly bent his knees.
“You’re dreaming.”
Two hundred years ago, no one in the martial world chose to flee from the Radiant Dragon Great Hero.
They might fight, but escape was impossible.
The fastest, most persistent, most relentless man under heaven—that was the Radiant Dragon Great Hero.
He had never once allowed a fleeing enemy to escape.
“I’ll catch you at once—”
That was when it happened.
“AAAAARGH!”
“Gyaaah!”
Sudden screams rang out.
When Patrick turned his head, an unbelievable sight unfolded.
“Y-you dare….”
“Ugh… d-don’t… ugh….”
Mae Jin-chang was clutching Gal Sang-a and Yu Ji-wan by the necks, doing something to them.
“Hehehe. Senior Sister. Senior Brother. Since we’re all dead anyway, why not serve this junior one last time?”
Mae Jin-chang was draining their energy.
“Energy-Devouring Demonic Art?”
Patrick frowned.
Absorbing another’s energy was a demonic technique often used by the Demonic Cult or the Blood Cult.
It was a martial art used exclusively by demonic practitioners who wielded only demonic qi.
But….
“He doesn’t even have a demonic qi. How is he using that?”
It made no sense.
Yet even as Patrick pondered, Gal Sang-a and Yu Ji-wan visibly withered at a rapid pace, soon resembling dried husks.
“M-Mae… Jin-chang…. You dare….”
Gal Sang-a croaked through shriveled lips.
Mae Jin-chang smiled thinly and replied,
“Please don’t feel wronged. If I hadn’t acted first, weren’t you planning to devour me instead, Senior Sister?”
“You said… you loved me….”
“Hehehe. Of course I love you. That is my sincere feeling.”
“Ugh… ugh….”
“But as you know, there are many women under heaven. Isn’t that how it is?”
“Ugh… AAAAAAH!”
Gal Sang-a screamed in despair.
Mae Jin-chang smiled cruelly and said,
“Now please die. My beloved Senior Sister.”
Those were the last words Gal Sang-a heard in her life.
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