Jacob from the Dark Realm Returns novel Chapter 101

Blood splashed everywhere!

A deep scar appeared on Patrick's chest, with blood spattering! And spectators could even see his bones through the wound.

This change instantly silenced all the spectators!

Many people present had held incomparably firm confidence.

Patrick's punch just now was simply too shocking.

However, he was no match for one cut from Miyamoto!

"Why?"

Many people found it hard to accept this fact.

Not to mention the spectators, even Patrick himself found it hard to believe when he saw the bloody wound on his chest.

"As I said, China's martial arts are just like a paper tiger. You can't even bear a single move from me. What a loser!"

Miyamoto seemed to be extremely arrogant, but his eyes were constantly flashing with light as he blattered.

Patrick looked at the presumptuous Miyamoto. He slapped on the ground and he soared into the air again. He ignored the injuries on his chest and headed towards Miyamoto again.

This time, Patrick directly used his strongest final hit.

No matter for the Scarlet Flame Fruit, or for the dignity of China's Martial Arts, he would never concede defeat.

In an instant, a violent Aerial Force raged on the martial stage.

Some of the spectators sitting at the front even felt their faces hurt from the Aerial Force.

Everyone saw that Virtuoso Ray had once again used a move that was several times more powerful than before. Immediately, they once again had great confidence in Patrick.

He must beat that arrogant Miyamoto!

"Do you want to die?"

A cruel smile appeared on Miyamoto's face.

Facing Patrick, he used this incomparably powerful move. With much strong Aerial Force, he didn't seem to care it at all.

He raised the Katana in his hand and waved it. The Aerial Force before him instantly dissipated.

Then, Miyamoto took a move. Facing much ferocious Aerial Force, he headed towards Patrick.

Moments later, Patrick suffered a few more injuries. He was seriously injured!

Blood splashed all over the martial stage!

"You lost!" Miyamoto had a cruel smile on his face. "Now, leave behind three top-grade Reinforcing Panaceas. Admit that you are a loser and that China's Martial Arts are nothing. Then you can leave!"

When Patrick heard Miyamoto's words, he looked extremely gloomy.

The spectators were irritated again!

"Miyamoto, you're bullying him!"

"Our Virtuoso is not to be humiliated!"

...

Hearing these words, Miyamoto spoke with Aerial Force, which sounded thunder grumbling and resounded throughout the venue. "China's Martial Arts are just nothing. Those who refuse to accept it can come challenge me!" Miyamoto said.

His face was filled with disdain!

Then, he looked at Patrick again.

Patrick's expression changed again and again. He managed to stand up and said, "I lost. I admit that my martial art is inferior to yours. The three Reinforcing Panaceas are yours. However, in China, there are many capable talents. I am just no one who doesn't deserve a place on the Virtuoso Rankings. How can I allow you to humiliate our Martial Arts?"

After saying that, Patrick turned around and was about to leave.

Miyamoto's strength was completely beyond his calculation. His injuries today were so serious that it had almost damaged his health!

However, Miyamoto stopped him with his Katana and said coldly, "The Reinforcing Panaceas are not enough. Today, you must admit that China's Martial Arts are nothing. Otherwise, you haven't done this challenge...."

The threat was overflowing in his words!

If Patrick had no guts to admit it, Miyamoto would kill him!

Everyone felt disgusted with Miyamoto's action!

"That's going too far. Too far!"

Evelyn was extremely annoyed. She pulled Linda aside and said angrily. "If I were a Virtuoso, I would go up and kick his ass!"

Linda was so angry that she flushed with anger.

Every spectator was the same.

They all wished that they had the power to go up, challenged Miyamoto and kicked his ass.

Hearing this, Miyamoto mocked.

"The weak need to have self-knowledge!"

Miyamoto shouted.

Then he looked at Patrick again and said, "Do you want to say it or not?"

The moment he spoke, everyone could feel his killing intent.

"Miyamoto, how dare you! You know nothing about China's Martial Arts."

Immediately, another figure dressed in Chinese garment jumped onto the martial stage.

His speed was so fast that most people couldn't see clearly how he appeared.

Seeing the old man in Chinese garment, someone recognized him right away.

"Raymond Booth, Leader of Eight Trigrams Sect!"

Immediately, those who recognized Raymond started to breathe quickly.

Raymond was an unrivalled top Virtuoso, ranked ninety-sixth on the Virtuoso Rankings.

In Eight Trigrams Sect, one of the sects of the Martial World in China, the incumbent Sect Leader had cultivated the Eight Trigrams Palm to the point of perfection.

"Virtuoso Booth, kill him."

"He has the guts to belittle China. Teach him a lesson!"

Instantly, sound after sound rang out in the venue.

When Miyamoto saw Raymond, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and he laughed.

"Alright, there's finally someone who may have something." Miyamoto nodded in satisfaction. "If you want to challenge me, take out your thing first. I'll see if I'm satisfied!"

The old man in Chinese garment looked cold as he took out a thumb-sized item.

"Genius Gold?" When Miyamoto saw the item in the old man's hand, his eyes immediately turned hot.

Genius Gold was a treasure for sharp weapon. If it was refined into one's weapon, it might make the weapon more powerful.

As for Miyamoto, he was an expert in saber martial arts.

It was useful to him.

"Come on, I only need three moves to defeat you!" Miyamoto was incomparably arrogant.

"Raymond, I’m counting on you!" Patrick wiped the blood from his lips and cupped his fists at Raymond.

This time, Miyamoto did not stop Patrick.

After Patrick turned around and jumped off the stage, Miyamoto revealed a cold smile.

Then, he took out his Katana and attacked Raymond.

Each slash went along with an incomparably sharp Saber Light.

Raymond had to be careful.

He flipped his palm.

Then he clasped his palm, drilling, chopping, raising, or crushing.... He showed people the basic palm technique of the Eight Trigrams Palm.

Every movement even displayed some strange vision.