Within the deepest parts of the Spirit Sword Sect, Patrick stood, legs two feet apart and hands-free from his pockets as he stared at the man sitting on the throne made of swords. The scene was calm yet tense as two beings stared at each other intensely; Patrick stared at the man expressionlessly with lazy eyes; it was like gazing at an insignificant existence.
But contrary to Patrick's expression, the man gazed at Patrick with widened eyes, the revolving swords behind him instantly losing their radiating essences as they halted after.
"Who....are...you!?"
The man slowly asked heavily as he steadily rose from the throne. The man stood at an estimated height of over six feet. He had short black hair and a trimmed beard; he had smooth skin and a handsome masculine face. He had the facial features of someone in his late thirties.
The man stood from the throne and stared at Patrick from a distance. The platform they stood on was square-shaped with equal sides; it was a wide platform with a two hundred meter wideness. Standing with a scrutinizing and suspicious look, the man gazed at Patrick as if trying to pry in this person standing before him.
But realizing he couldn't perceive anything, he gradually lost his suspicious expression as he spoke.
"Let me guess, are you also one of the many who has come to destroy my Spirit Sword Sect?"
"..."
"You don't need to answer that; your actions speak louder already. But I have a question-- How do you know of my possession of the thing called system?"
"..."
"Very well. It seems talking won't change anything. Let's change our form of conversation-- Chaos Spirit Sword Formation."
VOOM!
With the man's words, the surrounding space vibrated as it caused a vooming sound, the Qi in the surroundings swirled in a distorted manner as they caused the leaves to swirl in the surroundings intensely. The whole wide platform Patrick and the man stood on began cracking as if someone was applying pressure or gravity on it.
The scene became even more intense due to the man unleashing his sword power; the gravity on the wide platform increased as it caused the platform to assume even more cracks. But the next instant, the multiple different colored swords, hovering behind the man in a halt, regained their brilliance again as they began rotating in a circling fashion.
"You see, in all my life, from the poor little boy from a lower realm-- to the sect leader of one of the most powerful sects in the outer regions of the Immortal Realm, I have never fought an uncertain battle. But you make me question my chances, how intimidating and demoralizing of you."
"..."
"Again, the silence. Then let's see how long you stay silent-- Haa!"
The man expressed his thoughts as he stretched his left arm and ordered the rotating swords to launch at Patrick. Swoosh! Swoosh! The rotating swords instantly launched upon their owner's orders as they aimed at Patrick, their tips radiating with brilliant colors of different lights. The space almost bent due to the swords breaking the sound barrier in such a short time.
But seeing the incoming swords traveling at unscaleable speeds almost reaching him, Patrick nonchalantly dodged while maintaining his lazy eyes and bored expression.
'Seriously, for someone with a system, he is extremely disappointing. With the speeds of these swords, I should compare them to almost a time-stop state. Sigh~'
Patrick expressed disappointingly, sighing after. Although the swords were fast and had unscalable speeds, for Patrick, they were extremely slow, even comparing them to almost a time-stop state, and he wasn't using any skill purposely yet. Still, Patrick dodged the swords carefreely, even inspecting them in detail as he could see the designs etched on them.
He then steadily redirected the swords in the man's direction; slightly tapping the hilts of the many swords, they got redirected at the man, but ten times their initial speeds.
The green-robed sect leader stood with an almost anticipating expression as he watched his swords launch at Patrick. But he couldn't even completely assume his anticipating expression when his swords came launching back at him. But he instantly crossed his arms over his face in a blocking manner as he uttered simultaneously.
"Sword Qi burst!"
BOOM!
A booming sound reverberated in the surroundings as abundant green Qi exploded from the man's body. The exploded green Qi and the unbelievable speeding swords collided, causing an even louder booming sound after.
The exploding force exerted from the collision of the speeding swords and the burst green Qi instantly sent the man crashing into his throne made of swords, his crashing force instantly shattering the throne as his body continued crashing in the distance.
But before he could fall on his back, the man instantly flipped as he landed on his feet; but due to the overwhelming force from the collision, the man skated backward as his feet kept digging into the ground. Moments later, the man's reversing body stopped, almost crashing into the foot of the sword-shaped mountain.
"Haa ...haa ...haa."
The man heavily breathed. He stared far at Patrick standing on the platform as he expressed shockingly.
'What was that just now? I couldn't even control my revolving telekiic swords, and from that launching power, it only means that this man is probably of a higher realm than me. But he undoubtedly isn't a Saint. System!?
'So he is strong, definitely someone of a higher realm than me. But what are my chances of surviving if I fight him?'
< Chances of escaping; -999,999,999,999,999,9..
'What!? My system is called the chance calculating system; it can calculate the probabilities of something before they happen, and it has never been wrong. But just who is this man, and where have I wronged him? I don't recall offending someone of his complexion-- system, show me my stats.'
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