Chapter 133. Are You Crazy? Why Wouldn't You Meet Them? (1)

Pudeudeuk.

Garcia was extremely displeased.

Honestly, he couldn't understand half of what Patrick was saying.

But one thing he could feel for sure.

That the opponent was treating him completely like a youngster.

He never imagined he would be treated like this by someone of the same age, or even younger than him.

Garcia glanced at his dented shield and then put it down.

Ttaenggeurang.

Then, holding his sword with both hands, he took a polite stance and said.

“It seems I have disappointed you.”

“You have.”

Does this bastard get thorns in his mouth if he doesn't say no, even for courtesy's sake?

Pudeudeudeudeuk!

“You’re going to break your teeth, man.”

“I will make sure you are not disappointed from now on.”

“Yeah. I’m not falling for it.”

Patrick reacted indifferently.

But Garcia paid no mind and seriously gathered his strength.

“Heup!”

Aura billowed from his sword.

Surpassing the 5-star and 6-star levels, the aura, which flickered like a burning flame, passed a certain point and began to condense and take form.

And then….

Kwachiiing!

Finally, Garcia's aura took a single form.

A sword of light, completed and emitting light.

The moment they saw it, screams erupted from the audience.

“Au… Aura Blade!”

“Crazy. This is truly unbelievable.”

“Waaaaah!”

“As expected of the Empire, as expected of the Sword Saint’s grandson.”

It was the moment the second 7-star swordsman appeared at the Arcana.

Aura Blade.

The most brilliant sword of light in this world.

Anyone who holds a sword in their hand desires this moment.

They devote their entire lives hoping for the sword of light to be held in their own hands.

But in reality, only a very few strong individuals can create a sword of light from their sword.

That is why a 7-star swordsman is called this way.

The state of supremacy.

“What bullshit.”

But now, there was someone looking at the swordsman who had reached that supreme state with an indifferent expression.

“Eum….”

Garcia was rather flustered by the completely unexpected reaction.

What he expected at this moment was for Patrick's face to be filled with emotions of bewilderment, astonishment, and fear.

It was definitely not him picking his ear with his little finger.

Patrick was extremely calm even while looking at Garcia’s Aura Blade.

No, rather, he even showed a slight disappointment.

As if to say, is that all you can do?

Garcia looked at Patrick and said.

“As someone who walks the path of the sword, do you look down on the Aura Blade?”

“Yeah. It's trivial.”

“If you cannot abandon such pettiness in your heart, you will never see the light from the sword in your entire life….”

Kwaching!

“…the light…. light….”

Garcia’s words stopped, and his mouth dropped open.

Patrick, in front of such a Garcia, showed the vivid Aura Blades he had created on his twin swords and said.

“What about this?”

“Uh….”

“Does this look so great to you? Does your life as a swordsman end when you can emit enhanced qi?”

“……”

“You pathetic bastard. In the neighborhood I know, kids who can do this are rolling around. Rolling around!”

The martial world was kind of like that.

But Garcia, who had no way of knowing that, couldn't close his gaping mouth.

The audience was now beyond astonishment and felt like their sense of reality was becoming strange.

“No way?”

“What on earth is going on with this year’s Arcana?”

“Was the 7-star level this common?”

“No way? This year’s Arcana is the strange one. It must be.”

Until now, the highest level of an Arcana winner was 6-star.

Depending on the level of the competition, there had even been times when a 5-star level practitioner had won.

But a 7-star level?

And not just one, but three of them.

The few who were not surprised by this sight were those who had vaguely guessed Patrick's level.

Professor Leyte and Professor Baroq.

And the Empire's Sword Saint was not surprised even when he saw the vivid Aura Blades blooming from Patrick's twin swords.

‘As I thought.’

‘I knew he could do at least that much.’

‘The generation of his aura was surprisingly fast. It's a shame, but Garcia was never a match for him in the first place.’

The Sword Saint had thought until now that his grandson was the greatest genius on the continent.

But even such a grandson paled in comparison when placed before the monster named Patrick Schneider.

There was nothing else to say but that they were on a different level.

‘I thought he might have a chance, but it seems I asked too much of Garcia.’

Garcia bit his lip hard.

Until now, he had thought that everything in the world revolved around him.

He was born as the Sword Saint’s grandson from birth.

And he grew up as a genius with overflowing talent that anyone could see.

The future Sword Saint.

The future strongest on the continent.

A future more brilliant and shining than anyone else's was arranged for him.

All he had to do was walk along the set path and achieve them one by one.

But now, all of that had crumbled.

What on earth was that?

What was it?

He could draw out an Aura Blade as freely as breathing.

On top of that, the amount of aura emitting from two swords simultaneously was overwhelming compared to his own.

Why did such a monster appear before him?

‘No, not yet.’

Anyway, whether it’s long or short….

“Tsk, do you really have to measure it to know?”

“……?”

Garcia was startled by Patrick's words.

His thoughts had been read perfectly.

Patrick smirked and said to Garcia.

“Don’t be so surprised. It's not the first or second time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kids like you who have lived a successful life, thinking you’re the best in the world, always react like that when they first encounter a wall.”

“What do you mean!?”

To Garcia, who was shouting as if screaming, Patrick shrugged and said.

“Denying reality and hypnotizing yourself?”

“Shut up!”

Unable to listen to Patrick's words any longer, Garcia shouted and charged forward.

And his and Patrick's swords clashed.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

“Waaaaaaah!”

“Ru… run away!”

“Get awayyyy!”

The clash of an Aura Blade and an Aura Blade.

The VIPs in the front rows were startled and moved away.

They hadn't even started clashing seriously yet, but a shockwave incomparable to before was sent out.

At that moment, the Sword Saint came forward from the waiting room and said.

“Knights of 6-star level and above from each country, protect the audience!”

Then, about a dozen knights came forward.

And only then did the audience recognize him.

“That person is….”

“Ooh, it’s the Sword Saint.”

“He came.”

The appearance of the Sword Saint was a surprising issue.

But right now, at this moment, what the audience was most curious about was something else.

The clash of 7-star versus 7-star.

Who would be the winner?

The audience, thinking they would regret it for the rest of their lives if they missed this, held their ground amidst the ear-splitting roar.

Garcia’s sword was truly destructive.

He was attacking Patrick as if to kill him, emitting his Aura Blade with all his might.

Even if it was the beginning of 7-star, 7-star was 7-star.

Its destructive power was truly absolute.

However….

Kwang! Kwaang! Kwaaang!

The powerful attacks were destroying the arena without a trace, but Garcia's sword, the target of the attacks, did not reach Patrick.

Patrick calmly blocked and dodged Garcia's sword and then smirked.

And then….

“This bastard….”

At that moment, Patrick's body blurred and disappeared.

And when Patrick reappeared, he was right in front of Garcia.

The next moment, Garcia had to feel like he was seeing stars.

Peoeok!

“Keuuuk….”

“This bastard is just swinging his sword wildly? Is that swordsmanship? It's just a desperate struggle, isn't it?”

Garcia, who was hit by a punch, became furious to the core.

“Patrick Schneideeeeer!”

“Why are you calling me? Why? Why?”

Ppeok! Ppeoeok! Ppeoeok!

A three-hit combo of a punch, elbow, and knee landed exquisitely.

Garcia rolled back and fell, and as he quickly got up and swung his sword forcefully….

Kwaaaaaang!

The full-powered slash he swung was destroyed by Patrick's attack, which he swung casually as if annoyed.

While he was dazed, watching his own Aura Blade shatter into pieces, Patrick's fist landed again.

“Keok….”

It was almost a one-sided assault.

It was no different from those who had faced Patrick until now.

A swordsman who was the grandson of the Sword Saint and had achieved the supreme state of 7-star.

But in front of Patrick Schneider, he was no different from the others.

Patrick kicked Garcia’s torso, sending him flying, and then said.

“Do it properly. Properly! Who just swings their sword wildly? Get your act together!”

“Damn it, what are you doing in the middle of a match?”

Garcia, who was listening to Patrick's lecture, shouted in humiliation.

“Show some respect to your opponent!”

To Garcia's valid argument, Patrick said with a sarcastic expression.

“Look at this bastard’s hypocrisy?”

“What did you say?”

“You bastard, what did you say when you were fighting our senior Alex?”

“Oot, that was….”

“You said he was a weak-ass bastard pathetically struggling, a f*cking loser trash, didn't you? Huh?”

“……”

When did I say that?

* * *

“I didn’t hear him say all that….”

Alex said with slumped shoulders.

* * *

No matter how much he thought about it, he had no memory of saying that much.

However….

‘Was this what it felt like?’

There was a reason his face flushed even at that unfair accusation.

There was no need to look back at Alex's example.

He had often looked down on and advised those who challenged him with their best efforts, as if lecturing them.

And now that he was on the receiving end, he seemed to understand.

How rude and insulting this was.

“This bastard, just because he thinks he's going to lose, he swings wildly according to his temper and who is he to teach? You still have a long way to go, you youngster!”

“……”

This was probably the time to use this phrase.

The phrase that you have a mouth but nothing to say.

His words were rough and violent, but was there anything wrong with them?

No.

Every word was the truth.

“Huuuu….”

Garcia let out a deep sigh.

At that moment, he realized his immaturity.

And he was able to truly reflect on himself.

‘I was arrogant. I tried to express my inferiority complex towards my grandfather with the petty confidence of being slightly ahead of my peers.’

He was ashamed.

For the first time, he realized his mistake.

At that moment, Garcia felt something that had been blocked somewhere break through.

Garcia closed his eyes.

And when he opened them again.

“Huuuu·····.”

He had changed.

Arrogance, haughtiness.

The obstacles that had been hindering his growth disappeared one by one.

“Thank you.”

Garcia said to Patrick, holding his sword to his chest in the manner of a knight's etiquette.

To Garcia's heartfelt gratitude, Patrick said indifferently.

“Have you come to your senses a bit?”

“Yes. Thanks to you.”

“Hhhmm….”

Patrick looked at Garcia intently.

His face was swollen from being beaten like a dog, and his neat clothes were torn and dirty from rolling on the ground.

But the confusion in his eyes had disappeared, and a clear light was shining brightly.

“A talented guy is a talented guy.”

“……”

“Don’t blush. It’s not like you’re a peerless beauty.”

“Keuheum….”

“Well, anyway….”

Patrick held his sword and took a stance.

“Let’s end this now.”

There was no reason to continue this competition anymore.

He had sufficiently achieved his goal and had some other fun on the side.

It was a gain to be able to actually see a paladin who uses divine power and a Magic Swordsman nurtured by the Tower of Truth.

Confirming the existence of the Sword Saint in person was also a good experience.

Above all, it was quite admirable to see the youngsters struggling to grow.

Now that he had achieved all his goals, all that was left was to put the finishing touch on the dragon's painting.

If the competition ended like this, the name Patrick Schneider would spread throughout the continent.

Gaining fame was a good thing, but it could also be a trigger for making enemies.

So Patrick decided from the beginning.

He had to show them something so overwhelming that they wouldn't even think of 'maybe I'll give it a poke?'

To do that, he had to show a power so overwhelming that they wouldn't dare to even think about it.

So….

‘I will show you properly once.’

The true face of the Radiant Dragon Great Master Jin Cheon.

“Huh?”

“That is…?”

“Huh?”

The viewers rubbed their eyes and doubted what they were seeing.

It seemed as if the nature of the energy surrounding Patrick's body was visible.

It wasn't just emitted aura or divine power, but a fighting spirit that took form like a spirit….

“A dragon?”

“A snake?”

“What? What is that? I'm not the only one seeing this, right?”

They had never seen a dragon, but still, at this moment, they could see it.

Patrick's energy was changing into something.

Martial arts is about training the body and handling ki.

But when one enters the stage of will and intent, the body and ki become not the result, but the means.

A means to materialize one's mental image.

That is the essence of will and intent techniques.

[ Twin Dragons Eight Sword Forms: Sixth Form: Nine Dragons Under Heaven ]

At that moment, nine streams of enhanced qi, formed into the shape of dragons, were released from Patrick.

Nine giant dragons flying forward as if they had their own will.

Garcia had to face it head-on.

“Ah…. Aaaah….”

Garcia lost the will to resist.

Is this possible?

Can a human sword create something so destructive and magnificent?

It was impossible to resist.

No, he even thought it was impudent.

He could only watch as the magnificent and enchanting scene before him swallowed him up.

At that moment, there was only one person in the arena who could move.

“Garciaaaaa!”

The Sword Saint shouted and jumped onto the arena.

Arcana or whatever, he had to stop this.

How could he just watch as his grandson was about to die from that ruthless attack?

He was his only successor.

A blood relative dearer than his own eyes.

The Sword Saint gritted his teeth and drew his sword.

On his sword, a much larger Aura Blade than a normal one was formed.

A giant sword of light that could be mistaken for a small pillar.

The strongest on the continent, the Sword Saint, had shown his skill.

“Wooooooooh!”

He tried to strike down the monster that was threatening his grandson.

However….

“Really, so dramatic.”

A low voice was heard in the Sword Saint's ear.

That was the end.

At that moment, everything disappeared like a mirage.

The dragons of aura, which had been emitting a terrifying momentum as if to destroy the entire world, vanished.

The traces of destruction left by the dragons' claws remained on the arena, but they had melted away like snow right before reaching Garcia.

And all that was left was the sight of Patrick gently placing his sword on Garcia's neck.

“……”

The Sword Saint, who had come up to the arena, stood awkwardly holding the sword of light and stared blankly at the scene.

Patrick glanced at the Sword Saint, then ignored him and said to the man behind him.

“Referee?”

“……”

“Hey, mister?”

“Ah…. Aah, keuheum….”

The dazed referee belatedly assessed the situation and did what he had to do.

“Winner. Patrick Schneider!”

Patrick Schneider, 16 years old.

That was the name of the Arcana champion.

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