The crowd watched as the sects' representatives and the Emperor launched attacks at Patrick, techniques filling the broken sky the way rain fills a bowl, and Patrick saw them coming at speed, Grace laying their skills and cultivations and secrets across his mind like a menu, and he first wanted them to feel helpless, because they would not even lay a scratch on him, which was a kindness if you counted humiliation as a lesson.
BOOM!
The ground shook as the attacks reached him, the platform destroying, debris turning to dust, a crater where a stage had been, and Ju Han's voice came down with a little regret in it, the kind of regret a thief feels for a vault he could not open.
"Such a waste to kill a genius like that, this competition is over, those who were lucky to enter the top ten, you shall choose the sects you desire."
Everyone burst into commotion, Kang Mu hearing his own name in the top ten and tasting nothing, Lou Yan's strained Heavenly Eyes still catching a future that had not ended, Dong Chi staring at dust as if dust could give a son back. Among the attackers Jiang Shi was still floating at the location where Patrick had been, having heard the challenge, that the boy would announce his loss and join whoever made him move, and although he did not believe it he doubted whether this Qi Condensation child would cause another impossible feat, because the last impossible feat was still lying breathless in seven seconds.
He turned to where the girls who had come with the boy sat, and to his surprise they were not slightly worried, no panicked faces for their man, still drinking wine, unbothered by what had just happened, Athena's golden hair catching the dust like it was beneath her, Anna's cup still full, Anastasia watching the crater the way a queen watches weather.
"Are these two really with this boy, they seem unfazed that we just attacked their man, and they are not even attentive to his well-being, maybe they don't care about him, haha, they shall be mine then."
The representative from the Puppet Sect spoke with an evil, lustful smile, thinking that since the women were not worried their man must be weak, and as he was about to head toward their seats they all heard a sigh from the dense dust, the person who was supposed to be dead after so many powerful attacks speaking as if disappointment were a cultivation method.
"Sigh."
"What a disappointment for the mighty sects and arrogant Emperor to not even push a Qi Condensation realm cultivator from his position, it's a shame."
The noisy crowd went into complete silence, the cultivators who had attacked all wearing panicked and astonished expressions, because one must account that over ten cultivators, all Spirit King realm and above, and even an Early Sage, had contributed to the rain, and this boy came out completely unscratched, remaining in his position except deep in the ground, which was not a step, it was a hole the continent had made for him.
His figure appeared as the dust settled, robe without a speck, himself fine as if he had not been attacked at all, and his appearance made many get from their seats, some even leaving out of fear that he might be a demon, a demon being the last thing people of the Broken World wanted to experience, and if the attacks of their powerful sects could not damage this person then they were doomed in the way doomed people always are, slowly, then all at once.
"Who are you?"
Jiang Shi asked, serious face, having used ten percent of his power and not even pushed the boy back, let alone injured him, his senses pondering whether to attack again or call for reinforcements, power climbing from ten to fifty percent because pride is a ladder that does not know when to stop.
"Since you all failed to push me from my location, then it's my turn to see how much you can hold my presence pressure."
The words made them more alert, defensive abilities and treasures blooming, they knew if their attacks could not damage him then his attacks must be strong, some even having the idea to run from sheer fear, and they were surprised when he said he would only use qi pressure, which meant nothing to them from a Qi Condensation realm, a joke, until the joke learned their names.
[Skill: Presence Pressure at the lowest is activated.]
Grace rang, and the next moment the atmosphere changed instantly, clouds gathering, surrounding qi going into disorder, the stadium completely still as no one could move, the powerful sect representatives and the Emperor all wearing despair, treasures and skills they had activated not protecting them from Patrick's pressure for a second before they turned to dust and vanished in thin air, decades of hoarded metal becoming a lesson in ownership.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
The flying cultivators began falling to the ground like raindrops, the Sage able to resist for two seconds before the pressure slammed him down, face full of fear as he tried to raise his head and look at this person, thousands of years since he had felt fear, in most cases when trapped he could use an escape treasure or talisman and be free, but this time talisman and treasure were completely useless, leaving him defenseless on all fronts, which for a Sage is a kind of nakedness the east does not have a polite word for. Spirit Kings were already passed out, those above that realm spitting blood like vomit, Ju Han's throne-hand still remembering the broken handle, Dong Chi's grief pinned to the brick, Kang Mu's absent mind finding a floor.
"What do you want?"
Jiang Shi asked with a worried face, trying to resist at one hundred percent, full Sage poured into a boy who had not taken a step.
"To be honest, I don't need anything from your broken planet, although it is the first cultivation multiverse I have visisted, it is only because of my wife, but your methods in this world intrigue me."
76: Two Hundred Enemies
The crowd watched as the sects' representatives and the Emperor launched attacks at Patrick, techniques filling the broken sky the way rain fills a bowl, and Patrick saw them coming at speed, Grace laying their skills and cultivations and secrets across his mind like a menu, and he first wanted them to feel helpless, because they would not even lay a scratch on him, which was a kindness if you counted humiliation as a lesson.
BOOM!
The ground shook as the attacks reached him, the platform destroying, debris turning to dust, a crater where a stage had been, and Ju Han's voice came down with a little regret in it, the kind of regret a thief feels for a vault he could not open.
"Such a waste to kill a genius like that, this competition is over, those who were lucky to enter the top ten, you shall choose the sects you desire."
Everyone burst into commotion, Kang Mu hearing his own name in the top ten and tasting nothing, Lou Yan's strained Heavenly Eyes still catching a future that had not ended, Dong Chi staring at dust as if dust could give a son back. Among the attackers Jiang Shi was still floating at the location where Patrick had been, having heard the challenge, that the boy would announce his loss and join whoever made him move, and although he did not believe it he doubted whether this Qi Condensation child would cause another impossible feat, because the last impossible feat was still lying breathless in seven seconds.
He turned to where the girls who had come with the boy sat, and to his surprise they were not slightly worried, no panicked faces for their man, still drinking wine, unbothered by what had just happened, Athena's golden hair catching the dust like it was beneath her, Anna's cup still full, Anastasia watching the crater the way a queen watches weather.
"Are these two really with this boy, they seem unfazed that we just attacked their man, and they are not even attentive to his well-being, maybe they don't care about him, haha, they shall be mine then."
The representative from the Puppet Sect spoke with an evil, lustful smile, thinking that since the women were not worried their man must be weak, and as he was about to head toward their seats they all heard a sigh from the dense dust, the person who was supposed to be dead after so many powerful attacks speaking as if disappointment were a cultivation method.
"Sigh."
"What a disappointment for the mighty sects and arrogant Emperor to not even push a Qi Condensation realm cultivator from his position, it's a shame."
The noisy crowd went into complete silence, the cultivators who had attacked all wearing panicked and astonished expressions, because one must account that over ten cultivators, all Spirit King realm and above, and even an Early Sage, had contributed to the rain, and this boy came out completely unscratched, remaining in his position except deep in the ground, which was not a step, it was a hole the continent had made for him.
His figure appeared as the dust settled, robe without a speck, himself fine as if he had not been attacked at all, and his appearance made many get from their seats, some even leaving out of fear that he might be a demon, a demon being the last thing people of the Broken World wanted to experience, and if the attacks of their powerful sects could not damage this person then they were doomed in the way doomed people always are, slowly, then all at once.
"Who are you?"
Jiang Shi asked, serious face, having used ten percent of his power and not even pushed the boy back, let alone injured him, his senses pondering whether to attack again or call for reinforcements, power climbing from ten to fifty percent because pride is a ladder that does not know when to stop.
"Since you all failed to push me from my location, then it's my turn to see how much you can hold my presence pressure."
The words made them more alert, defensive abilities and treasures blooming, they knew if their attacks could not damage him then his attacks must be strong, some even having the idea to run from sheer fear, and they were surprised when he said he would only use qi pressure, which meant nothing to them from a Qi Condensation realm, a joke, until the joke learned their names.
[Skill: Presence Pressure at the lowest is activated.]
Grace rang, and the next moment the atmosphere changed instantly, clouds gathering, surrounding qi going into disorder, the stadium completely still as no one could move, the powerful sect representatives and the Emperor all wearing despair, treasures and skills they had activated not protecting them from Patrick's pressure for a second before they turned to dust and vanished in thin air, decades of hoarded metal becoming a lesson in ownership.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
The flying cultivators began falling to the ground like raindrops, the Sage able to resist for two seconds before the pressure slammed him down, face full of fear as he tried to raise his head and look at this person, thousands of years since he had felt fear, in most cases when trapped he could use an escape treasure or talisman and be free, but this time talisman and treasure were completely useless, leaving him defenseless on all fronts, which for a Sage is a kind of nakedness the east does not have a polite word for. Spirit Kings were already passed out, those above that realm spitting blood like vomit, Ju Han's throne-hand still remembering the broken handle, Dong Chi's grief pinned to the brick, Kang Mu's absent mind finding a floor.
"What do you want?"
Jiang Shi asked with a worried face, trying to resist at one hundred percent, full Sage poured into a boy who had not taken a step.
"To be honest, I don't need anything from your broken planet, although it is the first cultivation multiverse I have visisted, it is only because of my wife, but your methods in this world intrigue me."
The struggling cultivators heard it, some unable to hold anymore and passing out completely, Jiang Shi listening attentively to unbelievable words, thoughts wandering a second before the boy spoke again, chin held, as if betrayal were a riddle worth tasting.
"What have the demons promised you for you to betray your people and your world, I don't care, I am just enjoying the drama that's playing, I mean betrayal."
He floated from the debris to ground level with Jiang Shi, ending the question holding his chin, wondering what the answer could be, and Jiang Shi struggled with his words because only core elders like him and the sect masters of Heavenly Rain knew that information.
"Y..yo..you, how do you know such information, only the core elders like me and the sect masters in the Heavenly Rain Sect know this, are you from one of the Sacred Families, if you are, then that would explain your knowledge of our cooperation with the demons."
He guessed Sacred, which would explain the strength and the weird cultivation methods, a pocket of immortals looking down on a stadium, and Patrick laughed mockingly, already knowing every aspect of the Broken World, including the Sacred Realm where those families lived.
"You mean those who control you guys at the bottom, hahaha, you make me laugh, if I was from the Sacred Realm, what would I be doing in a mortal realm like this?"
The Sacred Families were three powerful houses with more than ten Immortal cultivators, monitoring the mortal realm by residing in a pocket connected to the Immortal Realm, called the Sacred Realm, that way receiving Immortal qi to cultivate, having done this for thousands of years after the demon attack, and having managed to associate themselves with the demons, which was the kind of peace that smelled like a deal. When Jiang Shi heard Patrick's words he became truly afraid, thinking the boy must be from the Sacred Realm or the Immortal Realm to know all this, and if not Sacred then only Immortal was left, and judging from his strength he was not Qi Condensation, he was hiding, then what realm, the question coughing blood as the Sage tried to raise his head, pale, mighty presence gone.
Patrick looked at him on the ground.
"Are you waiting for backup from your sects, don't worry, they wouldn't know even if I killed you all or even if I wiped out the entirety of the Ju Empire, but that is not my goal."
After speaking he used his right index finger to raise all the cultivators from the ground, they still passed out from the pressure, the crowd remaining quiet, afraid he might be a demon, but from his conversation with the Sage he was from a different world and did not need what the Broken Planet had, some resuming their seats as they calmed, although some were still shocked from how a Qi Condensation realm had locked out over ten cultivators including a Sage.
Before all of them had been knocked out, the black-robed man from the Devil Sect had substituted his location with a shadow that assumed his clone and cultivation realm, the pressure knocking the clone, Elder Mo vanishing from the stadium heading for the Devil Sect, and Athena and Anna had already noticed, so had Anastasia, so had Patrick and Grace. Patrick knew the Devil Sect would not miss such an opportunity to rule the Broken Planet, knew they collaborated with Heavenly Rain to work with the demons, expected members of Heavenly Rain to appear, and had allowed the shadow exchange because adventure likes guests.
"Hmm, it seems my plan worked by allowing him to use his shadow clone exchange technique, now, let's wait for the arrival of the powerful sects, ohh, it seems the guardians from the Ju Empire are also making their move, things are getting interesting."
The raised cultivators began waking as he canceled the pressure, releasing them from the constraint, Jiang Shi first to stand, using qi to reassemble the stage as it once was, a Sage's pride doing carpentry, the sect cultivators and the Ju Emperor all standing in fear, some even afraid to breathe aloud.
"Young friend, why don't you give me face by letting this matter go."
A voice from a distance, a figure in the air, the crowd's attention and the sects' turning, Ju Han the gladdest because he knew that voice, one of the guardians of the Ju Empire, the second, weaker than the first, an older man floating with a walking stick in his right hand supporting him, blood-stench riding the wind the way a butcher rides a market. Patrick resumed his expressionless face, the presence annoying him, smelling the stench of blood from this old man, slowly rising to the same level while speaking authoritatively, refuting him.
"What makes you think you deserve my respect?"
The question caught the old man off-guard, but he remained calm.
"It is normal for young blood to be arrogant and disrespectful, especially you, you have proven that you are not from this realm, and your strength alone was able to suppress these kids, but I advise not to be too arrogant as that will be your downfall."
"You are not worthy to be on the same level in the air with me."
Patrick floated higher, making the old man look up at him, and the guardian remained unaffected, not floating to match, speaking without looking up, which was a kind of dignity that still had to tilt.
"What is it that you seek with all this commotion you are causing?"
"This will surprise you, but I am just having fun with all this."
Again the old man was left speechless, looking up in a weird way, because what Patrick said was not an answer anyone would expect, and he tried to probe origins with qi sense and could not reach an inch. Space, somewhere above the reassembled bricks, began to think about cracking.
"Ahh, now the expected guests have arrived, shall we begin?"
Patrick spoke as space cracked and opened, from the opened space coming powerful auras in the Sage realm and above, the people he had waited for before he began, Devil and Heavenly Rain and whoever else thought a stadium was a board, and then Grace's voice rang out, combat the way other people said prayer.
[200 Enemies Detected. Activating combat mode.]