Evil Samurai In Cultivation World

Chapter 133: Fear Striken

"Why don't you start looking on the bright side? We'll finally get to leave this job tomorrow, when the contest takes place. I'm pretty sure the kid probably died in the mystical realm." Brenden looked at the closed seclusion chamber and nodded his head. It was right then!

BOOM!

A loud explosion was heard from inside the closed seclusion chamber, which immediately alerted the five lackeys, who assumed their combat stances in an instant! 

"What the hell was that?" Brenden, who was staring at the chamber, asked loudly. "Oh sh*t! Don't tell me..." Link muttered under his breath as he gulped down his saliva, as the doors slowly began opening, revealing a young man standing behind it.

"Well, well, well Look at what we have here!" The young man, whose eyes were glowing like fire, stared at the lackeys who had surrounded the closed seclusion chamber with an amused expression on his face. He was, of course, Claude Rayforth, who had successfully completed his closed cultivation training inside the mystical realm!

'Damn it! It really is him!' Brenden gritted his teeth as he stared at the young figure who was standing in front of the entrance of the chamber, smiling at them as if he didn't even consider them a threat. 

'Did he really have to come out of the chamber right now?' Brenden wanted to yell out his frustrations, but in the end, he still chose to keep it in his own mind. He couldn't help but cry about his misfortune.

He had seen Claude take down Ian and his lackeys back in the inner disciple division. As he wasn't a part of Ian's most trusted lackeys, Brenden didn't get humiliated by his monster of a junior. However, because of the beating his then lackeys took, Ian had decided to increase the number of supporters he had on him, which was how he got roped into this whole mess.

And now, seeing as the young man had exited the closed seclusion chamber, it probably meant that he had successfully completed the closed cultivation training. Which in turn meant that he was most definitely stronger than before!

"What the hell did I get myself into?" Brenden murmured under his breath as he lowered his head, unable to look at the mostrous talent in front of him in the eye.

"You know, I had thought that senior Ian would have a grudge against me since I humiliated him when I beat his a** back at the inner disciple division." He paused for a second, and all of a sudden, extended both his arms forward, causing the lackeys to flinch, and continued his words. "But to think he was actually nice enough to actually arrange a welcoming ceremony for me! I must say, I am touched!"

After finishing his words, Claude then started to walk down from the entrance of the closed seclusion chamber, which prompted the lackeys to pull their weapons up and point at him!

Slick!

As the sound of the blades cutting through the air was heard, Claude, who still had a calm expression on his face, continued walking forward, which made the lackeys, who were intimidated by their enemy's lack of fear, reluctantly take a few steps back.

"Oh? What's the matter?" Claude let out a snicker when he saw the five men, who were obviously his seniors, take steps back as he moved forward. "Why are you walking away, seniors? Don't tell me that you're afraid of me?"

'This b*stard' Link, who was infuriated by Claude's words and yet felt helpless, turned his gaze towards Brenden, who shared the same feelings. 'He's playing with us.'

"J-Junior brother..." Unable to take his disrespect any longer, Brenden decided to step up and talk to Claude instead of forcing a fight. Claude, who saw him move forward, raised his eyebrows in surprise, who was obviously not expecting any of these spineless losers to have the courage to talk to him. His lips then widened into a grin as he stared at the 'senior' who was standing in front of him and asked, "Oh, at least one of the seniors isn't afraid of talking! Yes, senior? What is it that you wish to say to this junior brother?"

'This f*cking b*stard why is he still putting on the innocent facade?' Although he was pissed beyond belief, Brenden couldn't show it to Claude, so he sucked it up and decided to reply with a smile on his face. "Ehem Listen, junior brother Claude. I understand that you've had quite a difficult relationship with your senior, Ian. But you cannot resort to violence, as our Headmaster has instructed us to not take part in any unnecessary fights against each other that may result in seriously injuring any one of us. I hope you didn't forget his words, junior brother!"

"Of course I did not forget it, senior brother! Why on earth would I have forgotten it?" Claude tilted his head as he stared at his senior, looking at him with a confused expression plastered across his face, which caught Brenden and the rest off guard. 

Wait, wasn't this kid about to murder us all?

"Y-You mean to say that you weren't planning on attacking us right now?" Link, who had gathered up the courage to speak up, stepped forward and asked, and Claude shook his head with an innocent expression. "Of course I wasn't! Why on earth would I willingly go against our master's wishes and endanger the lives of my fellow faction members? Especially when we are getting ready for the Golden Crown tournament? That would simply be me digging my own grave."

'Well then, don't walk out of your closed cultivation training room with a menacing aura! You had us scared for a moment there, kid!' After hearing Claude's words, the lackeys couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. They felt as though they had just escaped death.

"A-Ah! Oh, yes! Ha ha ha ha! You're absolutely right. I should've thought about that earlier. Sorry about that, junior brother!" Senior Brenden acted as though he had made a mistake and let out a loud laughter as he scratched his head embarrassingly, but he was cursing at Claude from the inside of his mind.

"You seniors sure do have a vivid imagination! Ha ha ha ha!" Claude joined in on the laughter, and he placed his hand on Senior Brenden's shoulder.

BOOM!

All of a sudden, they felt a tremendous invisible force pushing them down as they were all stuck in one place, unable to move as if the time around them had stopped.

"H-huh? What the hell?"

"W-what is this?! Why can't I move? What's happening to me?"

Although they all desperately tried to move, even emitting out spiritual energy to dispel the force that was pushing them down, but to no avail.

With their faces now turned pale, they turned to look at the person who they thought was most likely responsible for what was happening to them.

Claude Rayforth stood in front of Brenden, his body exuding a massive amount of crimson coloured aura, as he smiled sinisterly at the terrified lackeys.

They were terrified at the tremendous amount of power possessed by this young man. 

'This is he really only our junior?'

Brenden, who was right in front of the young man, realized that Claude's power was tremendous. He remembered back to the time when he had experienced Ian's burst of aura, and he was sure that the aura emitted by the youth standing in front of him was even more powerful. Just by being in close proximity, they could feel the difference in power. 

"Just remember one thing though.. The Golden Crown tournament is inevitably going to end!" Claude said with a smile, and every single one of the lackeys felt a chill run up their spine.

Gulp! They were afraid.

"Alright then!" Claude nodded his head, satisfied with the reaction that he got, and he immediately pulled back the powerful aura that he was exuding, and the lackeys felt the force that was pressing them down leaving them and let out a sigh of relief yet again. Claude clapped his hands, focusing the attention on him yet again and said, "You can go ahead and tell your owner that I've returned. I don't want him to make up any excuses the next time we fight!"

Claude then turned around and walked away, leaving the five lackeys in a state of shock and disbelief.

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Inner Disciples Division.

"Well, I guess I'm in a difficult situation!" Claude muttered under his breath as he stared at what remained of his residence.

"They'll get you a new residence. You don't have to worry about that." said Senior Beldon, who was standing next to him, and Claude nodded his head.

"And what about the people who did this?"

"Well, they didn't technically break the Headmaster's promise, so I heard they got away with a disciplinary fine." Senior Beldon replied, and then looked at Claude and asked, "What are you planning on doing about it?"

"Only a disciplinary fine, huh..." Claude muttered to himself before shifting his gaze to Senior Beldon and asked, "Do you have any information about Ian Jefferson's family?"

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