Chapter 112. Who Are You to Act So Friendly? (3)

Jayton wore a dumbfounded expression.

So right now, this guy was…

“You don’t remember who I am?”

“I don’t know. Who are you?”

He was serious.

That wasn't a provocation or mockery; it was the look of someone who genuinely didn't know.

“This bastard… even after publicly humiliating me like that, you don’t know who I am.”

“What should I know? You’re not the first or second person like that.”

Ah, that was true.

Hadn't his life been one of picking fights without regard for time, place, or opponent?

Yes.

Come to think of it, it was plausible he wouldn't remember.

Jayton ground his teeth.

“Right. So you don’t remember? You’re quite something.”

“Ahem!”

“That wasn't a compliment!”

“Huh? Really?”

Jayton thought.

Grudge or not, he didn't want to talk to this guy for long.

It seemed that fighting quickly and finishing it would be better for his noble spirit.

“Referee, let's begin.”

“Ahem… Yes. Understood.”

The referee glanced at both contestants and then shouted loudly.

“Begin!”

The moment those words were heard, Jayton drew his sword and rushed forward.

“Dieeeee!”

A clear aura formed on his longsword.

A powerful sword strike, swung with a disciplined posture.

Even the representatives from other countries were momentarily impressed by the ability that one would need to be at least a 5-star to display.

They had heard that the prince of the Magellan Kingdom had shown prodigious talent and received the nation's full support, but they hadn't expected him to be this skilled.

Wasn't he truly a genius great enough to bear the expectations of an entire nation?

The problem was…

“What did you say? You little piece of X.”

The opponent was who he was…

Baaaaam!

“Kuweeeek!”

Jayton, who had been charging in sharply, was met with a kick that cleanly struck his torso and was sent flying backward.

After flying about 4 to 5 meters, he tumbled on the ground and collapsed.

“Which brat told me to die so disrespectfully? Do you want to die? Huh?”

The sight of Patrick rampaging and Jayton rolling on the ground far away.

The audience at Arcana, watching the scene, stood with their jaws agape.

* * *

Garcia Reynardo shot to his feet.

He then stared at the tournament stage with wide eyes.

He replayed the scene that had just unfolded in his mind once more.

Prince Jayton’s charging sword had been sharp.

Both his discipline and technique were perfect, so he had thought the match would be decided there.

But before the sword even touched his body, that representative from the Atronia Kingdom had casually stepped inside the sword's range and kicked his opponent.

To be outmaneuvered and have a late attack land first?

For that to be possible meant…

“That there is a clear difference in skill.”

At Garcia's words, the other representatives of the Empire who were listening nearby said.

“Is it that much of a difference?”

“From what we can see, that Prince Jayton’s skill is also considerable. You’re saying he’s even better than that?”

“Wasn’t it… luck? It seemed like he went in too excitedly.”

Seeing the junior who spoke of luck, Garcia narrowed his eyes and said.

“Do you think you could counter that attack just now with luck?”

“Um…”

“Prince Jayton is strong. Publicly, he was said to be a 5-star, but seeing him now, he seems to be a 6-star.”

“Is that true?”

“No way… how at that age?”

To his juniors who were trying to deny reality, Garcia said.

“My grandfather told me long ago. The royal family of the Magellan Kingdom has a secret art that can rapidly increase one's aura in a short period.”

“Ahh…”

“So that’s why…”

“Even so, it’s amazing. To be at the 6-star realm at that age.”

Seeing his admiring juniors, Garcia nodded and said.

“It is amazing. Truly amazing. But…”

Garcia pointed at Patrick, who was frowning on the stage, and said.

“That man who easily subdued the amazing Prince Jayton is a monster.”

“……”

“……”

At Garcia's words, the representatives of the Empire looked at Patrick with newfound eyes.

* * *

“Keuk… cough…”

Prince Jayton, sent flying by a single kick, coughed up blood and pushed himself up.

The wound to his heart was more severe than the physical pain.

“How… dare you… cough, cough…”

“Hey. You okay? You don’t look so good.”

“Sh… shut up.”

“You want chicken.”

Seeing Patrick extend his hand and speak, he felt several blood vessels in his head snap.

He couldn't lose to such a man.

The countless efforts he had made while aiming for the throne of the Magellan Kingdom could not be broken by such a rude and vulgar piece of trash.

“It’s… not over yet… cough. The match isn't over.”

“You’re spitting blood, you know?”

“Shut up!”

Jayton shouted and gathered all the remaining strength in his body.

A black aura was then drawn up from his body, faintly enveloping him.

Then, his body, which looked like it was about to die, began to recover slightly.

“Huh? What’s that? It’s… kinda strange.”

“The royalty of our Magellan Kingdom are beings who have inherited the blood and blessings of the Black Dragon. Activating that power makes a wound like this nothing.”

“Oh. Really? I see.”

The founding myth of the Magellan Kingdom.

The story of a Black Dragon who fell in love with a human girl was famous.

Through various processes, it was a common founding myth that ended with the Black Dragon accepting the girl as his true partner and bestowing blessings upon the descendants born between them.

However, the story of the Magellan Kingdom was a little different in that it was true.

“I, who have inherited the blood of the great Black Dragon, cannot possibly lose to a vulgar person like you! It’s absolutely impossible!”

Having recovered quite a bit, Jayton aimed the sharp tip of his sword at Patrick and shouted.

His eyes were blazing with determination and fighting spirit.

And Patrick…

“Hoooh… so you’re saying…”

Patrick picked up the scabbard that had fallen to the ground and sheathed his sword again.

Then, he took out a cord from who knows where and began to wrap it tightly around the scabbard and the hilt of the sword.

After tying up the sword, he looked at Jayton, smiled brightly, and said.

“You’ve got a sturdy body?”

It seemed he had picked out only that part, ignoring everything else.

In that moment, Jayton felt goosebumps all over his body.

The moment he met Patrick's bright smile, his instincts as a swordsman—

No, his instincts as a living being warned him.

-Run. Please, run quickly.-

If Jayton had inherited a stronger concentration of the blood of the dragon who founded his family, he would have followed this instinctive warning without hesitation.

But humans, whose actions are governed by reason, often ignore the warnings of their instincts.

Sometimes, that leads to tragedy.

Just like right now.

“Hey. You! Dog! Bas! Tarddddd!”

Twin swords in both hands.

No, Patrick, holding twin clubs, soared like a hawk and descended upon Jayton.

Seeing this, Jayton focused all his aura into his sword.

‘Foolish man! You’ve made a mistake!’

To leap into the air with such a grand motion?

Wasn't that a posture that exposed all his openings?

There was no way he could dodge his attack from there.

“Haaaaaap!”

Jayton swung his sword with deadly determination.

The aura of a 6-star knight at full power shone brilliantly, and a giant crescent-shaped aura flew towards Patrick.

But at that moment.

Patrick lowered his twin swords, crossed them in an X-shape, and swung them upwards.

The result…

Kwaaaaaaang!

“Heok!”

Jayton was horrified.

The aura he had launched with all his might had shattered into pieces like broken glass.

It wasn't pushed back or nullified by force.

The very form of the aura itself had been broken.

This was a phenomenon he had never even considered in his common sense.

And Patrick, having reached above the stunned Jayton's head, curled his lips into a smirk.

With a smile like that of a demon, Patrick said to Jayton.

“It's time for your lesson, you disrespectful brat!”

And a precise strike exploded on the crown of Jayton’s head.

Peeeeok!

“Keohup!”

He was hit on the head, but air was forcibly expelled from his mouth.

How powerful must the attack be for something like this to happen?

Moreover, this wasn't the end.

“This bastard is completely crazy. You’re dead today, you XX XXX XX X bastarddddd!”

Ah, it was finally revealed.

The true nature of the Radiant Dragon Great Master, who was recognized throughout the Murim and the entire Jianghu as the public madman, was revealed.

Patrick’s attacks began to thoroughly, meticulously, and surely tenderize Jayton's entire body.

Peok! Peok! Peopeopeok!

“You bastard. I. I, you see? People who lose but refuse to admit it are the thirty-seventh thing I hate. You bastard!”

“Keuk… Kraaaaa!”

Jayton didn't just take it either.

He swung his sword in a do-or-die counterattack.

In fact, it was less of a counterattack and more of a desperate struggle of survival instinct, as he felt he would die if this continued.

So, he swung his sword desperately, without any regard for swordsmanship.

Even so, the attack, brimming with the aura of a 6-star, was powerful.

Kwang kwang! Kwaang!

Each blow shattered the tournament stage.

The audience, seeing this, thought that Jayton still had plenty of strength left.

But what use is a powerful attack if it doesn't hit?

Patrick effortlessly dodged Jayton’s counterattacks and diligently swung his twin swords.

“This bastard is fighting back? Huh? You should just quietly offer your head, but you’re fighting back? Then do you want to get hit too?”

“Kraaak!”

“A bastard with no skill is talking back? Talking back? That's the twentieth thing I hate!”

Peok peok! Peeeeok!

Now, even his resistance was fading.

There was only Patrick unilaterally swinging his clubs and an increasingly crumpled Jayton.

The enhanced durability from the blessing of the Black Dragon was not a blessing at this moment, but a curse.

His improved sturdiness only increased the number of times he had to be hit.

The mouths of the audience watching this gruesome scene hung open.

“That… that’s… that…”

“Hah… Hah… Hahaha…”

“No… way.”

Words failed them.

Was that a sight to be seen at Arcana, a gathering of the most promising talents from across the continent?

That scene, reminiscent of back-alley thugs beating someone up?

“I didn't like this bastard from the start.”

Peok! Peeeeok! Kwajik!

“So what if he’s a prince? Why is he acting so damn arrogant! Such a disrespectful young brat!”

Kwang! Kwang! Kwaang!

“Those who act cocky relying on their background are the sixth thing I hate. You know? I! Huh! Iiiii!”

Kwaaaang! Kwaang! Peeeeong!

Amidst the brutal beating, Prince Jayton's consciousness began to fade.

And he thought.

‘Why does this bastard hate so many things?’

As the saying goes, there are madmen in the world you should never mess with.

Unfortunately, this pampered prince didn't know that.

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