Chapter 451 : Chapter 451

Vol 2 Chapter 91. I’ve Found You (2)

Patrick ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍appeared.

And ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍following him, three more beautiful women, whose very existence seemed to brighten the world, emerged.

Persona, ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Elione, and Isabella.

All ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍those who had been watching from behind had appeared at once.

And ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Persona spoke to Patrick, who was scolding Mun Yul.

“Still, ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍he did pretty well, don’t you think?”

“What good is that? He lost, didn't he?”

Patrick said, grumbling.

“What’s the use of learning a peerless divine art? Goodness… why would a guy whose will hasn't even been refined unleash the Nine Dragons Under Heaven?”

“Ugh… it’s strong.”

“You want me to hit you hard?”

“Stop hitting me.”

As Patrick raised his scabbard again, Persona shielded Mun Yul.

‘Senior Sister….’

Indeed, the only person to trust in this world was his beautiful Senior Sister.

For his Senior Sister, he would….

“A dumb kid’s head will get even dumber.”

‘…Senior Sister.’

Mun Yul, having been given both the medicine and the disease, became sullen.

And just then….

SWOOOSH!

An attack exuding a sharp, keen edge flew in from the side.

“Silaphe.”

POOF!

The attack was blocked by the wind spirit Elione had summoned and fell away.

However, the power contained in the attack was considerable.

“Hmm….”

Just by looking at Elione’s hardened expression, one could tell that the attack’s power was no ordinary thing.

The attacker was Dang Gyegwang, who had been quietly observing the situation from one side.

He fixed his gaze on Patrick and spoke.

“It’s you.”

“Huh? What is?”

“The one who was constantly watching me from far away.”

“Hmm, did I do that? Well, maybe I did, maybe I didn’t….”

Listening to Patrick’s perfunctory reply as he picked his ear, Dang Gyegwang bit his lip tightly.

The moment the youngsters first intervened and he was about to make a move, he had felt someone’s gaze piercing through him.

A chill, as if a snake had been placed on the back of his neck.

It was the gaze of killing intent, clearly conveying the intention to kill him instantly if he moved carelessly.

The fact that he had been restrained by a mere gaze and killing intent was humiliating enough, but he hadn't known the opponent was an unheard-of stranger.

No, he wasn't entirely unknown.

“Are you the Evil-Breaking Swordsman?”

“Oh, you seem to know?”

Lately, Patrick’s renown had been growing, albeit slightly.

Patrick readily admitted it to the opponent who recognized him.

“That’s what they call me.”

“Indeed….”

Dang Gyegwang bit his lip tightly and muttered inwardly.

‘He’s a monster.’

He had heard that he was being evaluated as the greatest master to have emerged from Gansu Province.

But now that he saw him, he was much more than that.

Just by looking, he couldn’t even fathom his level.

This was proof that the opponent’s realm was by no means beneath his own.

But there was a way.

If he couldn't guarantee victory by facing him alone….

“Junior Brother.”

“Fifth Senior Brother?”

“We must join forces.”

“Ummm….”

Hwangbo Wicheon swallowed a groan but did not object.

He too had realized the moment Patrick appeared that he was no ordinary man.

‘The surrounding battle situation is also not good….’

More than half of the Hwangbo Clan’s warriors had already been subdued by the youngsters called the Twin Dragon Squad.

Stalling for time against this Evil-Breaking Swordsman here was not a good move.

“It can’t be helped.”

“Hmm….”

Hwangbo Wicheon clenched his fist, and Dang Gyegwang took out hidden needles from his sleeve and held them.

Then, they slowly spread out, surrounding Patrick, and spoke.

“This is a real fight. You won’t call it cowardly, will you?”

“No, I will. You cowardly bastards.”

“……”

“Why? Can’t I even call people who gang up on one person two-on-one cowardly?”

“……”

The statement itself was correct, so he couldn't retort.

In the end, at a loss for words, Hwangbo Wicheon was the first to flare up and shout.

“You bastard! I’ll kill you!”

“I’ww kiww yuuu.”

Wow, that was infuriating.

Everyone watching sympathized.

They all agreed that anyone, not just Hwangbo Wicheon, would have been pissed off by that.

“You….”

It was then.

Hwangbo Wicheon, about to charge forward while erupting in anger, couldn't even finish his sentence as a chilling sensation washed over him.

Patrick was suddenly right in front of him, within arm's reach.

Greatly alarmed, he immediately stretched out his hand and struck at Patrick.

BAM!

But his fist passed futilely through Patrick, only bursting the air behind him.

This was….

“Form-Shifting Position Change?”

“Correct.”

The answer came from the side.

Hwangbo Wicheon reflexively threw his body backward, protecting his vitals.

And then….

SWISH!

Had his judgment been even a little slower, his head would have been sent flying.

Hwangbo Wicheon felt a sense of crisis from Patrick’s attack, which had grazed his body by a hair's breadth.

He then retreated backward, quickly increasing the distance.

As a practitioner of empty-handed combat, he should have been moving forward against a swordsman.

That was the standard approach.

But the reason Hwangbo Wicheon retreated was that he was so startled he couldn't think rationally in the current situation.

“Hoh, for someone who looks like a teddy bear, you’re quite fast.”

Patrick looked at Hwangbo Wicheon with faint admiration.

At the same time, without looking, he swung the White Dragon Sword in his left hand.

TING TING TING TING TING TING TING TING!

Then, countless hidden needles flying from the left were blocked by Patrick’s sword membrane and fell away.

“This one acts just as he looks. But….”

After blocking the hidden weapons, Patrick stared fixedly at Dang Gyegwang and spoke.

“Are you from the Tang Clan?”

No matter how much time had passed, there was no way Patrick wouldn't recognize the hidden weapon techniques of the Sichuan Tang Clan.

At that, Dang Gyegwang bit his lip tightly and said.

“If you’re curious, ask in hell.”

“It’s fine. I’m not that curious anyway. Whatever the circumstances….”

Patrick’s body vanished again.

For a moment, Dang Gyegwang flinched.

He, like Hwangbo Wicheon, had been completely unable to track Patrick’s movement.

‘Is it Form-Shifting Position Change again?’

If so, where was the real one?

As Dang Gyegwang was thinking that, in his abdomen….

CRACK!

“Keok…..”

Patrick’s front kick exploded.

Dang Gyegwang was sent flying backward from the direct hit.

Even in that state, he flicked his fingertips.

A flash of light glinted for a moment, and Patrick’s left-hand sword once again swept through the air.

TING TING TING!

Hidden needles thinner than a strand of hair.

The Tang Clan's hidden weapons, called Ox-Hair Needles, rained down on the ground.

‘He blocked this? He didn't even dodge it….’

Dang Gyegwang’s eyes darkened.

He realized that his opponent was a greater master than he had thought.

And Patrick said with an indifferent expression.

“Why? Does it look like I’m not at a level you can handle?”

“……”

“Tsk tsk, you should have figured that out sooner. The other guy before was at least a bit quicker on the uptake.”

“……….”

“Anyway, I won’t miss you this time. So give up on running away and….”

Patrick held out his hand and beckoned with his fingers.

“Come at me.”

His words, his voice, his attitude—everything was supremely arrogant.

But somehow, that appearance suited him perfectly.

Even though he was facing two disciples of the Heaven Breaking Martial Emperor.

Dang Gyegwang spoke to Hwangbo Wicheon, who was about to flare up.

“Drop your guard.”

“Fifth Senior Brother?”

“That one is a monster.”

Hwangbo Wicheon bit his lip hard.

And Dang Gyegwang said.

“If you go forward, I’ll cover you from behind.”

“I’m sufficient on my own.”

“Listen to me. You’re not the only one who will die.”

“Senior Brother, do you have no pride?”

“You truly….”

It was then.

“Don’t fight. I’ll just come to you.”

“……!”

“……!”

The two who were having a disagreement were simultaneously startled.

Patrick was suddenly right in front of them with an indifferent face.

They hadn't felt his presence before he spoke.

And just as they were about to counterattack, Patrick’s right hand blurred.

CRACK!

The sound was singular.

But Dang Gyegwang and Hwangbo Wicheon were simultaneously sent flying to the left and right.

They couldn't even discern what had hit them, but both had been struck by Patrick’s single blow and sent flying.

Watching the two fly off to the sides, Patrick scratched his cheek and pondered.

“Right? Left? Which way should I go?”

Then, pointing his finger back and forth, he said.

“Which one should I beat up first? Let’s find….”

“You baaastard!”

Enraged by the mockery and humiliation, Hwangbo Wicheon charged at Patrick again.

And….

“…out!”

Patrick, having finished his count, aimed his sword toward Hwangbo Wicheon and charged as if he had caught him just in time.

A clash of strength versus strength.

At the moment of collision with Patrick, Hwangbo Wicheon’s fist shot straight forward.

[ Hegemon’s Path Divine Fist: Great Strength Heaven-Breaking Fist. ]

It was the same technique with which he had gained the upper hand against Mun Yul just before.

As the massive fist light completely enveloped Patrick’s body, Hwangbo Wicheon wore a confident expression.

‘He can’t dodge at this distance.’

He admitted that the bastard was frighteningly fast.

But no matter how fast he was, if there was no distance or space to dodge, he had no choice but to take the attack.

But….

SWIIISH!

A single, sharp flash of light seemed to say to Hwangbo Wicheon, who was thinking just that.

Then I just won’t dodge.

It said.

Patrick's sharply drawn single strike cleaved through the massive Gang Qi formed by Hwangbo Wicheon's will all too easily.

Though it was an ultimate technique that had effortlessly suppressed the Nine Dragons Under Heaven that Mun Yul, albeit immaturely, had unleashed, it posed no threat to Patrick.

Patrick, who had split the Gang Qi and closed the distance, brought his face right up to Hwangbo Wicheon’s and said.

“What’s the use of just puffing up the size? It needs to be harder, right?”

“You baaa… Keok!”

CRACK!

“And….”

CRUNCH!

“You keep calling me ‘bastard’ this and ‘bastard’ that.”

THWACK!

“In the entire world today, there’s not a single bastard who can call me a ‘bastard.’ You son of a bitch!”

CRACK! CRUNCH! THWACK! THUD! SMACK!

A brutal series of attacks exploded on Hwangbo Wicheon’s face.

It would have been over if he had just cut him down with his sword, but Patrick deliberately chose not to cut, only to punch.

As if to say, your fist is clumsy.

This is how a real fist should be used in actual combat.

As if he were giving a lesson.

“Hahaha. A man’s fist. The taste of a good beating!”

…No.

It seems it’s just his preference.

While Hwangbo Wicheon was being brutally assaulted like that….

“Look at this little guy.”

Patrick’s body vanished again.

Then, Hwangbo Wicheon’s body slumped to the ground.

And Patrick, who had reappeared….

“I told you I wouldn’t miss, didn’t I?”

“Keeuk….”

He was right in front of Dang Gyegwang, who had been trying to escape.

Patrick held his twin swords and blocked Dang Gyegwang’s path with a cruel smile.

Realizing there was no escape, Dang Gyegwang….

“Don’t look down on me!”

He steeled his resolve for a final stand and drew up his energy.

A deep purple energy erupted from his entire body, and then….

SIZZLE…

That energy began to corrode the surroundings.

Seeing that, Patrick raised his eyes slightly and said.

“Poison art.”

Poison art was a martial art that went beyond simply using poison, turning one's own energy into poison itself.

Since a method of training in poison art was also passed down in the Sichuan Tang Clan, it wasn't exactly a heretical art.

However….

“It’s a martial art that few attempt to learn because the training process is so painful… Did someone force you into it?”

At Patrick’s words, Dang Gyegwang clenched his teeth and shouted.

“I cannot die here.”

“Why? Have some lingering regrets?”

“The Sichuan Tang Clan. No, until I take revenge on all of the Five Great Families, I will absolutely not die!”

“Ahh… so you have a grudge?”

“That’s right. Originally, I… Heok!”

Dang Gyegwang, who was speaking, let out a gasp.

He was startled by a single streak of light that had approached right in front of him.

And….

KABOOM!

A single Flashing Dragon Strike, exploding dead-on.

From that one blow, Dang Gyegwang was sent flying far back before collapsing to the ground.

“Keoook… You… cough….”

Patrick nonchalantly dusted off his clothes and said.

“Sorry. I’m not really curious.”

“Keuk… keoheok….”

“And having to listen to a story I have no interest in is the forty-sixth thing I hate the most.”

“Why do you… hate so many… things…. Keuk….”

And with that, Dang Gyegwang also lost consciousness.