Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation

Vol 2 Chapter 59. Why? Is Something Like That Here? (2)

Namgung ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍Un’s expression became grim.

He ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍glared sharply at Patrick and spoke.

“Are ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍you saying I did not trust my son?”

“It ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍is true that you were overprotective compared to the older brothers at least. Is it not?”

“…….”

“You ‍​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍might have done it to protect him in your own way, but have you thought about the feelings of the person involved rotting away without getting a chance within that protection?”

“…….”

Namgung Un bit his lip tightly.

He is angry, but he has no words to retort.

Did he be overprotective of the youngest more than other sons?

Actually, it is so.

The youngest, with less talent than the older brothers and struggling after losing his birth mother young, was a particularly painful finger.

So he gave more protection and interference.

Even for this trip to Shaolin, he told the youngest not to follow and wait at the family.

But if that was blocking the child’s growth….

‘Was it my mistake?’

To the agonizing Namgung Un, Patrick smiled bitterly and spoke.

“Even parental protection becomes a restriction if excessive. Now trust your son a bit and….”

“You are crossing the line. Evil-Breaking Swordsman.”

It was then.

The one who interrupted Patrick was the one quietly waiting behind Namgung Un….

“Who was it again?”

Patrick, who possesses a truly exceptional ability to make the opponent emotional.

“It is Namgung Jin.”

“Ah, that…. Min’s big brother?”

The eldest son of the Namgung Clan.

Azure Sky Sword Dragon, the head of the Five Dragons and Three Phoenixes.

To Namgung Jin, accustomed to being praised and called by such titles, ’Min’s big brother’ was a title he heard for the first time.

He suppressed something boiling inside and spoke.

“Interfering carelessly in family matters from the outside is not etiquette.”

“So?”

“Our family matters are matters to be resolved within our family. You step back.”

“Hmm…. The kid speaks well.”

Patrick made a sullen expression.

Actually, the words themselves are correct.

Just seeing the Namgung Clan after a long time reminded him of his old friend, so he said a word, but….

‘Honestly, it is meddling.’

It is right for the Namgung Clan’s matters to be resolved in the Namgung Clan.

Just as Patrick laughed with a smirk and was about to say polite words like ‘Understood. Then I will turn off my concern. Eat well and live well on your own. You unlucky bastards,’….

“And while we are on the subject….”

Uh? This guy is going one step further?

Namgung Jin spoke with a determined expression.

“Just why do you act as if you are of the same generational rank as the sect leaders of each sect?”

“Huh….”

“I heard from Min that your age is just past thirty. Is that correct?”

“Right? So?”

“Although they say it is difficult to apply Murim’s generational rank because you are a person from the distant Outer Regions, the age of thirty is clearly an age that cannot be placed on the same level as the Sect Leaders of the Nine Sects or the Heads of the Five Great Families.”

“Oh… So?”

From Patrick’s expression, the agonizing thought of ‘Should I smack this guy to the right? Or smack him to the left?’ began to leak out.

‘Friend. Your descendant has no manners. Don’t worry. I will fix him well and make him a person.’

[Don’t do that. Look here Cheon! Cheon! Hey!]

Someone’s hallucination is heard from the sky, but things like this can be ignored.

As an elder of the Gangho, he cannot neglect a guy whose buds are roasting golden brown like this, can he?

Just as Patrick was about to step forward….

“Amitabha.”

The Divine Monk stepped forward chanting the Buddha’s name.

And he looked at Namgung Jin with a stern gaze and spoke.

“Young Master Namgung Jin. Great Hero Patrick’s generational rank is something I, the Abbot of this Shaolin, guaranteed.”

“Ah….”

Namgung Jin was flustered.

He had forgotten for a moment, but it was certainly so. The Shaolin Abbot recognized and guaranteed Patrick’s generational rank.

Harboring dissatisfaction with that meant the same as challenging Shaolin’s face.

“I… apologize.”

Namgung Jin, who tried to make an excuse for a moment, bowed his head quickly.

Then Namgung Un also stepped forward and covered for his child.

“He made a mistake because he is still a child with many shortcomings. This Namgung Un apologizes to everyone.”

When Namgung Un bowed with clasped hands towards the audience and apologized, other sect leaders including Shaolin’s Divine Monk had no choice but to accept.

“It is fine. Namgung Clan Head.”

“Hohoho. Didn’t everyone have that level of spirit in their youth?”

“The filial piety stepping forward for his father was rather good to see.”

Amidst the atmosphere wrapping up warmly like that, only two people had expressions full of dissatisfaction.

‘What shame is this?’

This guy….

‘Ah, I have to bash him.’

And this guy.

* * *

Whether a disturbance happened in the VIP seats or not, the martial arts tournament proceeded steadily.

And it became the turn for the last match of the Round of 32.

“East, Twin Dragon Sect’s Sanghun.”

From one side, a disciple of the Twin Dragon Sect with a reliable physique appeared.

“Oho, Twin Dragon Sect again.”

“Truly an amazing sect. Since all three disciples advanced to the main round.”

“Would that friend be strong too?”

“Of course. Look at that tempered body. Wouldn’t he be the strongest among the disciples?”

Due to the performance of Yun-a and Mun Yul ahead, the Twin Dragon Sect’s fame has risen.

Naturally, the audience’s expectation for Sanghun was also special.

Usually, receiving such expectation in one body in such an important place often leads to not displaying proper skills due to tension. However….

“…….”

There was no movement on Sanghun’s expression.

Patrick, watching that from the distant VIP seats, grinned.

“That guy’s martial nature is exactly like Shaolin.”

“Hohoho. I also agree. Such an immovable mind at that young age.”

Hearing Patrick’s words, the Divine Monk nodded as if agreeing.

Apart from skill, that immovable mind unswayed by surrounding circumstances was something always emphasized to disciples in Shaolin.

The reason for emphasizing it so much is that there are those who cannot do it even after learning for a lifetime.

But that child’s immovable mind is already complete.

‘Hohoho. To think I would covet a disciple of another sect like this.’

The Divine Monk stroked his beard and thought.

Although the disciples called Mun Yul and Yun-a were also excellent, that child called Sanghun was covetable.

And in the meantime….

“West, Ten Thousand Sword Sect’s So Jil.”

The opponent on the opposite side also entered.

“Ten Thousand Sword Sect…. Does anyone know them perhaps?”

“It is a sect that came together with our Moyong Clan.”

When the Moyong Clan Head answered, the Jaegal Clan Head nodded and spoke.

“Hmm, if they advanced a disciple to the main round, they seem to be a sect with considerable potential.”

“Ha…. Hahaha. Yes. That might be so.”

The Moyong Clan Head laughed awkwardly.

Honestly speaking, the Ten Thousand Sword Sect is just one of the small sects in Liaoning Province.

He brought them along to show off force for this trip to Shaolin by accompanying as many sects as possible, but before that, he didn’t even know such a sect existed.

But a disciple advanced to the main round?

This is something even the Moyong Clan Head hadn’t thought of.

“P… Pl… Plea… Please treat me well.”

So Jil, trembling with tension and biting his tongue.

“Please treat me well.”

Sanghun responded calmly with a reliable voice.

This is practically an outcome decided even before starting.

“Begin!”

Eventually, with the referee’s start sound, two people drew their swords and took a stance.

Sanghun took a stance holding twin swords and observed the opponent. And….

“Mm.”

Sanghun was flustered.

The moment he drew the sword, the opponent’s spirit changed completely.

Where did the timid and petite young man of a moment ago go? Now before his eyes was a martial artist emitting a stern spirit.

‘Right. Since he advanced to the main round, he cannot lack skill.’

Although Sanghun was briefly flustered, he encouraged himself like that and took a sword stance.

Whether the opponent is strong or weak, I do what I have to do. First….

[ Radiant Dragon Twelve Sword Forms: Third Form: Flashing Dragon Strike ]

Polite frontal attack.

Sanghun’s Flashing Dragon Strike flew towards So Jil from the front.

Although a bit slower than Yun-a or Mun Yul’s, Sanghun’s Flashing Dragon Strike carried much heavier power on the sword.

The opponent’s answer to that was….

“Hup!”

One foot moves forward.

And strikes straight down with the sword held in both hands.

A very simple One Step One Sword.

It was a simple movement that even civilians who haven’t learned the sword could follow. However….

CLANG!

That simple movement blocked Sanghun’s Flashing Dragon Strike. No, beyond blocking….

“Ugh….”

Sanghun, who attempted the attack, retreated five steps back.

‘What is this? This is like?’

It is the first time Sanghun was pushed back in strength.

At the pain of his hands tingling as if he struck a huge rock, he almost dropped the sword if he made a mistake.

Does that petite physique possess stronger power than himself?

Is that possible?

‘I will know if I test it.’

Sanghun moved forward again and swung the sword continuously.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Simple and polite twin sword art.

With a constant beat, the right-hand sword and left-hand sword draw polite sword paths and attack the opponent.

Originally, the characteristic of twin sword art is often inflicting erratic attacks, but Sanghun’s sword art had polite moderation as if looking at a textbook of twin sword art.

“Hohoho. Amazing. That child.”

“Twin sword art can be used heavily like that too.”

“Excellent. It is visible at a glance how diligently he trained.”

The sect leaders in the VIP seats also admired watching Sanghun’s sword.

They are also sect leaders shouldering and supporting the Nine Sects and Five Great Families.

They recognized Sanghun’s value at a glance.

A typical late bloomer type talent.

They recognized that it is a jewel-like talent that can shine in any form if polished.

“Hohoho. Truly an excellent disciple…. Great Hero Patrick?”

The Divine Monk, who was about to praise Patrick, made a slightly surprised expression.

Because Patrick’s expression looking at the sparring stage was tinged with unprecedented displeasure.

And opening his mouth, he spoke.

“Why? Is something like that here?”

* * *

‘Strange.’

Sanghun is feeling a sense of incongruity.

Despite attempting various angles and attacks, there is no wavering in the opponent’s sword.

It is not just the sword that doesn’t waver.

Looking at the opponent, it seems he can see a straight line passing through the body’s spine and crown extending to the sky.

That straight line that doesn’t waver no matter how much he attacks.

“Hap!”

CLANG!

Sanghun, who threw an attack with all his might and fell back to widen the distance, thought inside.

‘He is not an opponent I can win against.’

He has no choice but to admit it.

The opponent is much stronger than him.

Since he met someone stronger than him in a tournament, not a life-and-death real battle, it would be right to humbly admit the difference in skill and go down. However….

‘If I do that, I will be scolded by the Worshipped Duke, right?’

Probably die?

Even if he loses, seeing the end once started is the Twin Dragon Sect. Sanghun, having made up his mind, took the two twin swords behind his back and overlapped them.

Seeing that appearance, the audience stirred.

“Mm, a winning move.”

“It’s that. That Twin Dragon Sect’s secret move.”

“He intends to settle it with strength. Since the opponent’s defense is solid.”

There is one disadvantage when a sect becomes famous: the sect’s martial arts get exposed too much.

Already, there is no one in this sparring arena who doesn’t know the Great Dragon Cross Sword. Actually, that is not the Twin Dragon Sect’s secret move though.

‘Will this work? No, that is not important.’

Sanghun calmed his breathing and concentrated Qi on the swords.

He is not the Eldest Senior Brother who has to lead everyone and shoulder the sect. However….

‘What is important is that I am also a disciple of the Twin Dragon Sect.’

There was no retreat in the Twin Dragon Sect’s dictionary.

Even if he crashes and breaks.

“Haaap!”

[ Radiant Dragon Twelve Sword Forms: Second Form: Great Dragon Cross Sword ]

A huge cross slash flying frontally.

The opponent looked at Sanghun, smiled brightly, and held up his sword. And then….

BOOOOM!

The cross slash shattering into pieces.

When he came to his senses, Sanghun was flying in the sky.

Immediately after flying up to a height of more than three Zhang from the ground….

THUD!

“Keheook!”

He fell to the ground just like that.

Feeling the shock as if his whole body was shattering, Sanghun lost consciousness just like that.

“Winner, Ten Thousand Sword Sect’s So Jil.”

An unexpected event occurred in the last match of the Round of 32.