Radiant Dragon’s Otherworldly Reincarnation - Chapter 269 : Chapter 269
Chapter 269. What Kind of Fresh Bullsht is This? (2)
“Kuuuh…. Dammit.”
Jason staggered drunkenly.
He had refused his comrades’ invitation for a drink, but after hearing Sanson’s worried nagging, he couldn’t help but seek out alcohol.
“Haah…. Must be nice. Talented guys must have it so good.”
And when he got drunk, the true feelings he couldn’t utter earlier came out.
He couldn’t even dare to compare himself with Patrick or April, but….
In Jason’s eyes, Sanson was also a sufficient genius.
To the point that he was jealous of that dazzling talent.
“Keuk keuk…. Not to be anxious?”
Jason said, mocking himself.
“Easy for you to say. If I had that kind of talent, no, if at least my knee were fine….”
Inner Demon.
Jason was now on the verge of falling into the most dangerous trap for a person who trained in martial arts.
If Patrick had seen Jason’s state directly, he would have done something, but Jason’s state did not reach Patrick’s eyes.
Instead, there was one person who had noticed Jason’s state now.
“Excuse me, Sir Knight. Would you mind listening to my story for a moment?”
The one who approached Jason was a young priest dressed in a white priest’s uniform.
As the Schneider Duchy had developed a lot recently, quite a few priests had come for missionary work.
“Not interested.”
Jason immediately raised his hand and said.
“Pardon?”
“I believe, but I don’t attend. I don’t donate either. Now, if you’ll excuse me….”
“Ah, just a moment. Please wait a moment. I am not asking you to come to the temple.”
The priest hurriedly grabbed Jason, who was trying to leave.
And wiping his cold sweat, he said.
“I am a mid-level priest named Reed, dispatched from the Holy Theocracy.”
“…Keum, so what is it?”
“From what I heard earlier, it seems your knee is bothering you, Sir Knight. Is that correct?”
“…So?”
“It is probably an old wound that was not treated properly at the time and healed in the wrong state. So isn’t it a bit uncomfortable when you use your sword?”
“That is correct.”
At the accurate observation, Jason nodded.
Then the priest named Reed said.
“Hahaha, if you use the newly developed healing art from our Holy Theocracy recently, you can heal it completely.”
“This is a 10-year-old wound. And you can heal it?”
“Of course. Not only will it improve your body’s condition, but your realm as a knight might even rise.”
“……”
Nonsense.
It was bullshit like the bluff of a cult.
If Jason were in a normal state, he would have immediately arrested this suspicious person and dragged him to the security forces.
But….
“Is that really true?”
A martial artist who has fallen into an inner demon is such a precarious being.
Even knowing what the right decision is, they turn a blind eye to it and make the wrong choice.
Just like Jason right now.
***
“No way…. How could this happen….”
“Is he crazy?”
“It’s definitely a choice that cannot be made with a sane mind.”
The knights of the Twin Dragon Knightly Order were whispering.
The reason they were whispering, even being careful about opening their mouths, was because one of their comrades had recently committed a crazy act.
Absence without leave.
In the Twin Dragon Knightly Order, no, even back when they were soldiers before the formation of the knightly order, there was no one with such guts that were swollen to bursting.
Because….
[Hooo…. You want to skip work? And you expect to get paid for it?]
That’s right.
It would be the same anywhere, but getting a salary from a demon, in particular, was not an easy task.
Even with a high fever, even with a serious injury, even if a parent passed aw…. Ah, no, he made an exception for that.
In any case….
Skipping work and training without a valid reason was an impossible thing for them.
Indeed, look.
“Kekekeke…. Kuhahahaha….”
At that unsealed archdemon’s mad laughter.
“Kekekeke…. How dare he skip training? Skipping training without a word!”
Listening to Patrick Schneider’s roar, the other knights were trying their best to avoid eye contact, afraid that the sparks might fly to them.
“Sanson!”
“Yes. Young Master!”
“Bring Jason here at once! I don’t care if he’s alive or dead!”
Is it really something to go that far for? You crazy bastard.
Sanson wanted to say, but he carefully opened his mouth.
“Young Master. First, would it be alright if I talk to Jason first?”
“Huh? You’ll beat him up first?”
“…I intend to talk to him.”
“Isn’t that the same as beating him up?”
“It is not. Please do not apply the logic of a demon to a human.”
Paaak!
“Keuh…. Why did you hit… did I perhaps again?”
“Yep. You said it out loud.”
“……”
Sanson said with a reluctant expression.
“Keum, in any case, I am the commander of the knightly order, and Jason is my subordinate, isn’t he?”
“So?”
“I beg of you. Let me talk to him first. You can mete out the punishment after that, Young Master.”
“Kuuuugh…. Well, fine. If you insist.”
As long as Sanson was the commander of the knightly order, he should not carelessly invade this territory.
Of course, he would call Jason separately later and rough him up.
Sanson, having received Patrick’s permission, said.
“Go and find Jason.”
“Yes. Understood.”
Thus, the Twin Dragon Knightly Order set out to find Jason, who had been absent from the knightly order without permission.
***
Three days later.
“Where the hell did this bastard go?”
“I can’t find him even after looking.”
“Don’t tell me he got into some kind of accident?”
The atmosphere in the knightly order gradually became serious.
In fact, when Jason first went missing, they just thought, so be it.
His mood had been down a lot lately, and since the training had gotten harder, they thought he might have just not shown up.
But after visiting his house and searching the surroundings thoroughly without finding a trace, other concerns slowly began to arise.
“Don’t tell me he went outside the outer castle walls alone to hunt monsters or something?”
“Suddenly? Why?”
“How should I know? But there’s no trace of him inside the fiefdom, right?”
“Damn it, where did this guy really go?”
The members of the knightly order expanded their search area to look for Jason.
If they couldn’t find him today either, they would have to ask the elves for their cooperation and search with spirits.
But then….
“Huh? Isn’t that Jason?”
“Where? Oh… found him.”
The knights who had gone to check Jason’s house one more time just in case, spotted Jason.
And they shouted in a voice mixed with relief, gladness, and a little bit of anger.
“Jason!”
“Hey. You bastard!”
“Where have you been?”
“The Young Master is pissed. Prepare yoursel…. No, never mind. Just write your will and follow us.”
At his comrades’ voices, Jason glanced over his shoulder, chuckled, and said.
“I was just doing some personal training for a bit. What’s all the fuss?”
“Waaah…. You….”
“Your guts…. No, you’ve given up on life.”
“What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly talking like a person weary of life? Did a girl dump you?”
The comrades were now genuinely worried about Jason’s mental health.
How could he be so calm after hearing that Patrick Schneider was pissed?
But then….
“Besides, this is good. Oliver.”
“Huh? Me?”
Oliver, who had been called out, pointed to himself and said.
And Jason said….
“Let’s have a match.”
“…Out of the blue?”
“Why? Scared?”
“Hey. It’s not that, this is just too absurd right now, isn’t it?”
“So are you scared?”
“……”
Oliver’s expression hardened.
There were one or two things that were confusing and curious.
But apart from that….
‘Provoking me so blatantly?’
In the first place, Oliver was a person who would claim it was unfair if he were to be ranked third in the Schneider Duchy for his temper.
He scratched his head and said.
“Let’s go to the training ground.”
“Sounds good.”
Thus, a duel between the two was suddenly decided.
“What on earth is this?”
Sanson, who had arrived at the training ground late after hearing the news, showed a rarely seen angry expression.
Jason and Oliver were already facing each other in the training ground, and both were holding not wooden swords, but real swords.
“Commander?”
“Well, that is….”
“Keum, we tried to stop them, but both were stubborn, so we couldn’t.”
At his subordinates’ report, Sanson frowned.
It was a relief that they had found the missing Jason, but he had not expected a fight to break out as soon as he returned.
‘Should I stop them?’
He could stop them if he wanted to.
But….
“You really won’t regret this, right?”
“Who? You?”
Looking at the atmosphere of the two on the training ground, it didn’t seem like they would stop even if he tried to stop them now.
Both were not in the mood for a simple duel between comrades, but were setting the mood for a real duel.
What was peculiar was….
‘He’s not being pushed back in terms of presence?’
Jason was not being pushed back by Oliver in terms of presence.
This was surprising.
Jason’s realm was mid-4-star.
In comparison, Oliver had recently reached the 6-star realm and had become one of the top five skilled fighters in the entire knightly order.
But for their presences to be in a tense standoff was somewhat unbelievable.
‘Should I just watch for now?’
And then….
Kwwaaaang!
The two on the training ground moved simultaneously and their swords clashed.
While Sanson was contemplating, the duel had begun.
The first clash.
The two who had collided head-on had a brief power struggle before immediately separating.
And then….
Kwang! Kwaang! Kwwaaaang!
They moved with dazzling steps, quickly striking and retreating as they swung their swords.
The sword of the Twin Dragon Sect was a swordsmanship that integrated offense and defense within its footwork from the very beginning.
When fellow disciples fought, it was common for a back-and-forth battle of offense and defense to unfold, with them striking and retreating at a certain distance from each other.
And here, many differences became prominent between the superior and the inferior.
Their basic strength and speed were different.
The superior could observe the inferior’s movements with more leisure, while the inferior was busy reacting to each of the superior’s movements.
As a result, they would consistently be on the defensive and eventually be defeated.
Oliver and Jason.
Considering the difference in their skills, Oliver should have seized victory long ago.
But….
Kwwaaaang!
‘He parried that?’
A horizontal slash that turned to the right, concealing the line of sight with a thrust.
Then, inducing the opponent to retreat and a slanted upward thrust that dug in.
It was a technique he was sure would work, but Jason dealt with that attack cleanly.
He dodged the first two attacks and then parried the third attack as if he had expected it.
And towards Oliver, whose posture had collapsed, Jason’s sword rushed in instead.
Shiiiiik!
A thrust with the back hand’s sword first, followed by a horizontal slash with the front hand.
And after inducing Oliver to lower his head….
Poooooook!
“Keuk….”
Jason’s kick came up to kick Oliver’s head.
Although Oliver hurriedly pulled his hand back to block it with the hilt of his sword, he had to retreat significantly from the impact.
“How about it? Isn’t it much more concise and better than what you did?”
“Jason, you….”
Oliver finally realized.
A thrust.
A horizontal slash, and a vertical attack.
Although he had changed the final thrust to a kick, it was basically the same attack pattern that he had returned to him.
And Jason said.
“I had thought of it before. I just couldn’t do it with my body because my knee wouldn’t follow.”
“…Come to think of it, your knee.”
“It’s all better.”
“How?”
“What would you do with that information?”
“……”
“You just need to get beaten up.”
As soon as his words ended, Jason shot forward again.
And he fiercely swung his sword at Oliver.
Kwang! Kwaaang! Kwaang!
A fierce, yet unbroken onslaught.
Jason fiercely swung his twin swords, mixing in kicks and shoulder charges in between, and pushed Oliver back.
Seeing Jason’s appearance, the other knights were greatly impressed.
“Wasn’t… his knee bad?”
“I know, right? He couldn’t link his steps so fluidly like that before.”
“He’s planting his center properly too, isn’t he?”
“Is his knee really all better?”
Jason, freed from his knee handicap, was fiercely pushing Oliver back.
Everyone who saw the scene couldn’t help but be impressed.
They had never thought that Jason would be able to push Oliver back.
He wasn’t being pushed back in speed or power at all.
In technique, he was even ahead at times.
It felt like a person who had been bound in shackles until now was fighting for the first time with the shackles removed.
‘Keuk…. This is dangerous.’
Oliver was serious.
He was getting caught up in Jason’s attacks and just kept retreating.
At this rate, he would lose.
To seize victory in this situation, he had to….
‘I have no choice.’
“Hup!”
Kwwaaaaaang!
Oliver put his strength into his sword and swung it, sweeping the space in front of him.
Then Jason, who had been fiercely pushing him, was pushed back significantly.
On Oliver’s sword now, a much stronger aura than before was formed and surging.
Until now, he had been suppressing the power of his aura to the 4-star level to match Jason’s strength.
He had now released that suppressed power.
If this happened….
“If technique won’t work, I’ll crush you with power.”
4-star and 6-star.
He intended to suppress him with the power of his aura in a situation with a two-level difference.
But Jason was not intimidated in the slightest.
Instead, with a smile on his face as if he had been waiting for it, he beckoned with his hand and said.
“Come on.”
“You’ve really put your guts on the line.”
Anyway, if he said to come, he had to go.
Oliver shot forward, swinging his twin swords charged with 6-star aura.
And then….
Kwwaaang! Kwakwakwang! Kwwaang!
Explosions of roars and aura on a different level from before destroyed the training ground.
Sword strikes with a power that could no longer be considered in the realm of a duel were being exchanged sharply.
A duel where a single mistake could lead to someone’s certain death.
In the midst of it, one side’s attack, which was led by power, gradually crushed the other.
“Uh… uh uh….”
“That, that….”
The members of the knightly order couldn’t close their mouths seeing the scene.
A battle of strength against strength.
The outcome of the match was too clearly visible.
Every time their swords clashed, one side would stagger one-sidedly, busy just barely maintaining their balance.
But the problem was….
“Oliver is being pushed back?”
“No way. How?”
The one being pushed back was Oliver.
