Chapter 344. You Die if You Can’t Do It (3)
Everyone was at a loss for words.
No matter what….
They hadn't expected him to have a slave seal carved onto the world-renowned Black Knight.
They looked at Patrick with disgusted eyes.
And Patrick thought to himself.
‘That's a bit harsh. It’s not like I told him to get it carved.’
The Black Knight’s slave seal was sothing he had taken upon himself.
It was a pretext to publicly show that he would never betray them.
‘Well, that’s probably not the only reason.’
A knight who failed to protect his lord.
Perhaps the Black Knight’s choice to get the slave seal was also a form of self-punishnt.
But in the end….
“Then I can believe it.”
It was beneficial for Patrick.
You could tell by the way the Sword Queen nodded in understanding.
And after organizing her thoughts for a mont, she said.
“We are nothing but utter losers and failures. What do you intend to do with us by picking us up?”
“Where else would you use a swordsman but for sword-fighting?”
To prepare for the war against the Outer God, no amount of power was enough.
Patrick spoke nonchalantly, but in truth, it was a great waste to just give up on this much military power.
So if they really refused….
‘I’ll just have to beat them until they surrender.’
It seems he had no intention of giving up.
Fortunately, such a tragedy did not occur.
“Leona Maybus, I will formally surrender to the Schneider Duchy.”
As the Sword Queen bowed her head, the hesitant Adolph Raines also bowed his head.
“Adolph Raines, I will surrender as well.”
“I, Dustin Robski, if you entrust it to , I will take the lead more than anyone… Kweck!”
A shoe from Patrick lodged itself in the mouth of Dustin Robski, who was about to surrender as well.
“Cut it out, you cunning bastard.”
Even flattery can be annoying if it goes too far.
And Patrick spoke to the crowd.
“So, everyone has surrendered, right? You can’t take it back later. For your information, surrendering and then betraying later is the seventh thing I hate.”
“Why do you hate so many things?”
No one answered Marius' complaint.
Instead, soone in the corner timidly raised their hand.
Patrick frowned at him and said.
“Huh? What? Why?”
“Um… I haven’t surrendered yet, you know?”
“Huh? Co to think of it….”
“Ahem, shouldn’t you listen to my opinion as well?”
“Can I ask one thing before that?”
“Speak.”
“Who… are you?”
“……”
David Kaikara.
That was the na of the man with an expression like he had chewed on sothing foul.
A count of the forr Kaisar Kingdom and a 7-star knight, he had one fatal weakness….
“You startled .”
“Ah, that’s right. This friend was here too.”
“Please make so presence.”
He had too little presence.
Not only Patrick, but the others also had a ‘Right. This person was here too?’ look on their faces.
He thought with a drained expression.
‘I’m a 7-star too….’
He had achieved the 7-star realm in the past in the Kaisar Kingdom and received a title.
After that, he surrendered from the Kaisar Kingdom to the Yusef Kingdom and had also achieved considerable rit on the battlefields of the Magellan Kingdom.
But what did it matter?
He had no presence.
Patrick looked at David Kaikara and said.
“So what? You’re not going to surrender?”
“No, I will, but.”
“Then that’s settled.”
“Still, shouldn’t you have asked for my intention?”
“What if I said no?”
“…If you don’t want to, then never mind….”
“……”
“I apologize for stepping up unnecessarily.”
What is this?
This unfamiliar uncle feels familiar.
Patrick thought for a mont and then said.
“Ah, he’s just like Stew.”
It’s Matthew, not Stew.
There was no friend to tell him that.
Anyway, apart from his skills, his timid personality and faint presence were very similar to his friend’s.
Perhaps if Matthew trained hard and beca a 7-star knight, he would be just like this.
“Who is Stew?”
“I’ll tell you later. It’s not very important….”
After saying that, Patrick took out the Black Dragon Sword.
And then….
Chwaaak!
A sharp gleam of light drew a sharp line inside the prison.
And then….
Clatter… Clank.
The restraints that had been binding their aura and the prison bars were simultaneously cut and fell.
‘Good heavens….’
‘I couldn’t even see it.’
‘Ooh….’
As they were all strong, they knew.
Just from the one move Patrick had shown, they understood how vast the difference was between them and Patrick.
And as he freed them, Patrick said.
“From now on, you all…. Ah, this feels awkward. I’ll treat you with respect for your age. Anyway, from now on, you will be incorporated as my direct subordinates.”
“Hmm….”
“I understand.”
Even if they didn’t have a knighthood, they thought being a direct subordinate of the Double Dragon wasn’t too bad.
The heir of the Schneider Duchy.
No, beyond just being the heir, being a direct subordinate of Patrick Sky Schneider, the real power and the strongest on the continent, carried a weight regardless of rank.
‘Not bad.’
‘It might even be better.’
‘Success is all about connections.’
They thought it wasn’t bad.
At least at that ti.
How foolish that thought was….
“So, shall we start with a skill test?”
They would realize it very quickly.
***
A wide training ground.
There, Patrick spoke to the nurous fully ard 7-star knights.
“Now then, co at .”
“……”
“……”
What should I say to this?
Right now, in front of Patrick, there were no less than one, two, three… eight fully ard 7-star knights.
On top of that, although not a 7-star knight, the strong warrior Katherina was with them.
But now….
“Are you telling us to attack all at once?”
At Dustin Robski’s words, Patrick said nonchalantly.
“Then should I face you one by one? What a bother.”
“……”
Does this make sense?
And besides, he said he would treat
with respect for my age, so why is he speaking to
informally?
“Why? You got a problem with it?”
Did he find out?
Patrick smirked at the flinching Dustin.
Right.
You still don’t get it, do you?
Even Dustin, who had been beaten by him once, still had a faint trace of defiance.
It was obvious what the others were like without even looking.
Among them, there were those who were showing strong anger as if they had been seriously insulted.
Patrick said to them.
“If anyone can land even a single blow on , I’ll grant any wish you want.”
Then, the Giant Killer Marius was the first to speak, his eyes twinkling.
“Do you an that?”
“Of course. I don’t go back on my word… sotis I do, but right now, I’m serious.”
“……”
Why doesn’t it feel trustworthy?
“Anyway, co at . If a knight has a complaint, he should speak with his sword. Why is your tongue so long?”
“I agree with that.”
This voice ca from behind Patrick.
The owner of the voice was none other than….
“Hap!”
The quiet cat that gets on the hearth first.
No, it was the Sword Queen, Leona Maybus.
Along with a powerful shout, a streak of sword light shot from her waist, aiming for Patrick’s back at the shortest distance.
It was a perfect, flawless surprise attack.
But the opponent was Patrick Schneider.
Kaaang!
Patrick had already raised the White Dragon Sword in his left hand to block the Sword Queen’s blow.
And with a smile on his lips, he said.
“You’re a fiery old lady.”
“…Can I state my wish in advance?”
“Go ahead.”
“If I win….”
“If you win?”
“Stop calling
old lady, you damn brat!”
And the Sword Queen’s longsword drew another streak of light.
A sharp continuous attack unfolded as if dozens of sword strikes were erupting from her waist at the sa ti.
Kang! Kang! Kang! Kang!
‘She’s a feisty old lady. But this is….’
While blocking the Sword Queen’s attack, Patrick thought.
A peculiar attack thod of repeatedly sheathing and unsheathing the sword.
But the speed and precision were extraordinary.
Above all, this peculiar attack felt strangely familiar to Patrick.
‘I feel like I’ve faced sothing similar in the past. Where was it?’
Patrick might not rember, but the technique the Sword Queen was using now was similar to the art of drawing the sword used in his past life in Japan.
Patrick had experienced it when he was acting as a hero in the Murim world and was beating up Japanese pirates who were raiding the southern coastal areas.
‘Hmm, I don’t know. I can’t rember.’
It seems he himself doesn’t rember at all.
And right now, he couldn’t just focus on the Sword Queen.
“Die!”
Which bastard…, ah, right. I knew it was you.
The one shouting with a bloodthirsty cry and thrusting a spear from the side was Dustin.
The tip of his spear, once called the Divine Spear of Decator, had been thoroughly trampled by Patrick during his knight’s training days.
But….
‘Did he improve a tiiiiny bit?’
The precision of the sharply extending spear tip seed a little sharper than before.
It was probably a skill that had been honed through relentless training after his defeat and then tempered in the real battle of the battlefield.
But….
Swiiiish!
It wasn’t enough to reach Patrick.
Dustin’s spear cut through the air, and Patrick took a step forward, stomped on Dustin’s face with a crack, and leaped into the air.
“Grrrk….”
“Where do you get off saying ‘die’? Should I just stomp you flat?”
Usually, you should say that before actually stomping.
And the mont Patrick was in the air….
“Now!”
“Attack him at the sa ti!”
Not missing this opportunity, Aura Blades flew from all directions.
The mont no less than five Aura Blades surrounded and attacked Patrick….
“Hmph.”
Patrick smiled.
And then….
[ Radiant Dragon Twelve Sword Forms: Fifth Form: Dragon Scale Whirlwind ]
A powerful whirlwind of Aura Blades erupted from Patrick’s body.
Kwaang! Kwang! Kwaang!
A terrifying sound of destruction.
It was an attack powerful enough to make the training ground ring.
But….
“Don’t let your guard down! That damn devil is not the kind of guy to be finished by this.”
Dustin quickly shouted.
And he himself gripped his spear shaft tightly and prepared for the counterattack that would follow.
However….
“Oh, you know
well.”
He had never imagined that he would hear Patrick’s voice right behind him.
“Grk….”
He spun his body so violently it felt like his back would break and swung his spear.
It was like the movent of soone who had assud he could be attacked from behind at any mont.
But….
Swiiiish!
His sharp spear only cut through the unfortunate empty air.
And Patrick entered Dustin’s range, smiled brightly, and said.
“That’s one.”
Baaam!
“Kaaargh….”
Blood spurted from Dustin’s nose as he staggered backward.
Patrick had punched Dustin in the face with the fist holding his sword.
And….
“Die? You want to die? Is this bastard expressing his personal grudge under the guise of a battle cry?”
Crack! Crack crack crack!
“Gack. Kaaargh!”
The sa attack flew in succession, smashing Dustin’s face.
Dustin tried to put up so resistance, but….
“Damn devil? Not the kind of guy to be finished?”
“Gack…. I, I’m sorry, gack….”
The opponent is a devil.
What do you expect?
“You punk. Back in my academy days, my juniors called
the Emperor of Grudges, Patrick Schneider!”
“Grrrr… Ugh….”
Craaack! Crack!
That doesn’t seem like sothing to brag about….
In the end, Dustin, who was hit with a series of attacks to the face, collapsed to the ground.
Dustin Robski, eliminated.
Drip, drip.
Dustin’s blood dripped from Patrick’s fist to the ground.
And as he slowly turned his head, he grinned at the 7-star knights who were looking at him with fear-filled eyes.
Then he beckoned with his hand and said.
“Now, don’t be scared and co at .”
Wouldn’t you be scared in his shoes?
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