Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation

Chapter 120. Three Strikes Were Given (1)

Patrick's opponent on the stage was a magic swordsman from the Tower of Truth. Others might have sighed and grumbled at the appearance of a magic swordsman, one of the pillars of the three great powers, but…

“Oh, perfect timing.”

This was Patrick's reaction. He had many questions about those magic swordsmen anyway. Not to mention that brat who was the Sword Saint's grandson or whatever; he felt he had a general idea of what kind of people the holy knights of the Holy Theocracy were. But the existence of those magic swordsmen was still unknown to Patrick.

‘Magic itself is something that never existed in Jianghu.’

Patrick was curious too. Just how strong were those magic swordsmen? And what kind of potential did they possess? There were many ways to verify it, but wasn't fighting them directly the best way?

“I am Georg Austin, of the Tower of Truth.”

Oh, he's polite. Feeling a little impressed, Patrick decided to face him properly.

“I am Patrick Schneider of the Atronia Kingdom.”

“Even if you lose to me here, do not be too discouraged. I am a magic swordsman who has received elite training from the Tower of Truth. Among them, I am one of the strongest.”

“Ah… right. I see.”

The impressed feeling was canceled. As expected, this was the problem with kids from good backgrounds. You too need physical therapy for proper mental cultivation.

‘Don't worry. Big bro is very good at that.’

Patrick concluded as such.

“Alright. Shall we begin then?”

“It seems you don't quite understand. The strength of a magic swordsman nurtured by our Tower of Truth is beyond your imagin…”

“Hey.”

Patrick cut him off and said.

“Can't we just fight quickly? I hate it when people talk a lot before fighting; it's the twenty-eighth thing I hate.”

“…You seem to hate many things.”

“It’s because I'm a bit delicate.”

Since when did 'delicate' and 'asshole' become synonyms?

“Anyway, let's do it. Come at me.”

As Patrick beckoned with his fingers, the magic swordsman named Georg said.

“Don't regret it! Shurion, Zephal, Briel.”

Then, the bracelet, earrings, and necklace adorning his body transformed and enveloped him.

“Hoh, three of them…”

Patrick observed Georg with interest. The way he was shining in three different colors was quite spectacular to look at.

“They say the more Soul Weapons one can handle, the more superior a magic swordsman they are, right?”

“That is correct.”

“How outstanding is one who can handle three?”

“…Is that what you're curious about right now?”

“Yep. I'm curious.”

At Patrick's casual words, Georg made a bitter face and then said.

“I'll tell you if you beat me.”

“Really? Then let's do that.”

Patrick beckoned with his hand and said.

“Three strikes… Ah, you wouldn't know even if I say it like this. So, I'll let you have three moves.”

“What did you say?”

“Come on.”

“Arrogant!”

Georg's expression crumpled viciously. He pointed his sword at Patrick and shouted.

“Blow him away, Shurion!”

Then, a massive whirlwind, like a typhoon, erupted from his entire body and attacked Patrick's. At the storm of sharp wind that seemed like it would tear a body to shreds if caught, Patrick smirked and moved.

Nine Dragons Cloud Steps

In that instant, Patrick's body blurred and he instantly escaped the attack's range.

“Heok!?”

Georg, his opponent, was stunned. All traces of Patrick had completely vanished from his sight. And then, as he stood there dazed, a voice came from behind him...

“One.”

Georg quickly threw his body forward and rolled. And when he hastily looked back, Patrick was standing there, still not having drawn his sword, smiling and looking at him.

“Keuk!”

In that moment, he realized. His opponent was really going to let him have three moves.

“Are you mocking me?”

“It's not mockery. I just got a bit curious, and honestly, it's only right for me to concede three moves… well, something like that.”

“……”

“Anyway, keep going.”

“You will regret this.”

And Georg activated his other Soul Weapon.

“Zephal, scatter the light.”

Then, a dazzling flash of light burst from his body.

“Woah!”

“I can't see!”

Right after the powerful flash of light that blinded even the audience exploded. When their vision returned, what they saw was Georg split into dozens of figures.

“What is that?”

“It's an illusion technique using light magic.”

“Indeed, light attribute magic can be used in that way as well.”

There were knowledgeable people among the audience. As they said, this was an illusion technique using light magic.

Among mages, it might only be a simple trick, but for magic swordsmen, it was a much more useful method.

The illusions created by light soon surrounded Patrick in a circle. And the illusions of Georg, each in a different pose, surrounded Patrick.

“Georg is trying to end this quickly.”

“He can finish it like this.”

“I thought his opponent was pretty good, but it seems this will end anticlimactically.”

The magic swordsmen from the Tower of Truth who were watching the match thought that this would be the end of it.

As far as they knew, that was one of Georg's surefire winning patterns. Unless one was a magic swordsman with the means to launch a wide-area attack in all directions or a 7-star knight, it was impossible to counter in that state.

“Here I go!”

The illusions of Georg, split into dozens, simultaneously attacked Patrick. At the attacks of the illusions coming from all directions, Patrick smirked.

“Such cheap tricks…”

In that instant, Patrick's body split into eight, occupying all eight directions.

“Heok!?”

The attacking Georg was horrified. He hurriedly raised his sword to block Patrick's attack, but it was useless. The moment he saw the two swords aiming precisely for his neck and lower abdomen, he squeezed his eyes shut.

Peeeeok!

“Keoheok…”

Georg felt something powerfully strike his chest and was sent flying backward. After flying about 3 meters and tumbling on the ground, he hastily got up and said.

“Are… are you also a magic swordsman?”

“No, I'm not.”

“Don't lie. Then what was that illusion technique just now?”

“What illusion technique…”

The smirking Patrick's body blurred slightly. And when he reappeared, it was to Georg's left.

“Keuk!”

Georg swung his sword reflexively. But his sword passed right through the Patrick on the left, and instead, from behind him, from the right of his original position, a voice was heard.

“This level of cloning can be done with pure skill. The key is speed and control, and the appropriate distribution of the afterglow of ki.”

At Patrick's words, Georg wore a dazed expression. What Patrick had just said were words he had never heard in his life. It was as if he were in a high-level mage's theory class; he couldn't follow at all.

“Anyway, one more left. Give me your best shot.”

At Patrick's words, Georg bit his lip hard.

“Fine. Don't regret it.”

Then, for the first time, an intense aura formed on Georg's sword.

‘About 4-star, I guess?’

It seemed he had diligently trained as a pure swordsman as well, not just a magic swordsman. And that wasn't all.

“Shurion, dwell in my sword. Zephal, scatter the light. Briel, dwell in me.”

Then, the three lights from his body shone even more intensely. A blade of wind was overlaid on his aura, and dozens of his clones were created. At the same time, all the clones began to move erratically in all directions, teleporting through space.

‘Oh… this is really interesting.’

He had heard that mages could move across space. But he had also heard that it was impossible for anyone other than very high-level mages who had focused their research on spatial magic.

But the Soul Weapon Briel that Georg possessed was a rare Soul Weapon that used spatial magic. While continuously teleporting the real body across space, the clones created by light also showed the same appearance. On the stage, dozens of Georgs flickered, disappearing and reappearing in an instant.

“That's crazy. How are you supposed to beat that?”

“Is that man the hidden card the Tower of Truth sent to this Arcana?”

“It seems so.”

The audience was in awe, and the contestants watching the match were perplexed. The contestants pondered what they would do if they were Patrick and had to face that.

Although they were talents chosen from various countries across the continent, there were no more than five men here who were confident in taking on Georg's technique right now.

“Well, here I come!”

At Georg's threat, Patrick smirked. He drew his twin swords for the first time and said.

“Come at me.”

The moment those words ended, dozens of Georgs simultaneously crossed space and attacked Patrick. To those watching, it looked as if dozens of Georgs were attacking Patrick, even though only one of them was real. And in the next moment…

[ Twin Dragons Eight Sword Forms: Fifth Form: Dragon Scale Whirlwind ]

A wind far larger and more violent than the whirlwind Georg had used enveloped the entire arena. It was an ultimate technique that manifested sword ki in the form of a whirlwind, not a wind created by magic. In other words, every single gust of this wind was aura.

“Keoheok!”

Kwaang!

Georg was sent flying backward like a child hit by a carriage. Lying on the ground, he looked at Patrick with a horrified expression and said.

“This is… Tornado Storm! Are you really a magic swordsman?”

“What nonsense are you spouting? Why are you giving a strange name to my sect's technique?”

“…You're saying what you just did wasn't magic?”

“No. I've never even learned magic.”

“That… that can't be. You just clearly…”

“Ah, enough.”

Patrick cracked his neck left and right and said.

“As a senior of Jianghu, I have conceded three strikes.”

“Huh?”

What was that? He didn't know what it was, but he had a bad feeling. To Georg, who was cautiously backing away, Patrick said with a bright smile.

“Therefore, I hereby declare that all my violence from now on is not contrary to justice.”

No. That's not it. Originally, a senior conceding three strikes to a junior is an act of mercy, and it carries the meaning of nurturing the junior's talent. It is definitely not a permit for justified assault. It definitely shouldn't be, but…

“Here I goooooo!”

In this moment, on the Continent of Pangemonia, the true ways of Jianghu had fallen to the ground.

“Heok!”

Georg was horrified at the sight of Patrick, who had instantly closed the distance. He had to respond somehow, but his entire body, caught completely off guard, froze. In Georg's vision, Patrick's fist appeared, greatly magnified.

Jjeeeok!

“Kraak!”

As the fist that had stuck to his face pulled away, a thick trail of blood stretched out. And Patrick said.

“You're letting your guard down after one hit?”

A continuous attack followed…

Bak! Kwajik! Peeeeok!

He hit his thigh with the flat of his sword, stomped on his foot, and then hit his head again. The powerful combo made Georg's eyes water. But…

“Haaat!”

He forcefully swung his sword. Funnily enough, at this moment, Patrick's advice was worth following faithfully. If he didn't fight back, he would only get hit more. So, he had to fight back…

“Sloppy!”

Jjeojeojeojeojeok!

‘I… I should be getting hit less…’

Why was he getting hit more? He couldn't understand. Right now, all he could hear was the hearty laughter of some evil being and the extreme pain spreading throughout his body.

“This bastard is acting up while an adult is educating him. Acting up!?”

Kwajik! Ujijik!

“The skill of a magic swordsman? The Tower of Truth! Is that your skill, you bastard? I hate bastards who act arrogant without even knowing their own skills; it's the thirty-ninth thing I hate!”

Peeeeok! Peong! Kwang!

“Uhahahahahahaha. This is fun!”

Kwajik, ujik! Peokpeokpeokpeok!