Evil Samurai In Cultivation World

"W-what do you mean by your words, Senior Russell?" Ian turned towards him and asked with a smiling face, although one could see the smile slowly faltering if they looked closer.

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean, Ian," Russell stared at Ian and spoke with a smile on his face as he continued, "Don't live in a lie, Ian. Sooner or later, it'll eat you up." He then paused for a second, before devilishly grinning at Ian and said, "Oh, and the kid is my opponent, alright? I felt as though I should make that clear to you. Don't worry, I'll take care of him for you." He then turned around and started walking away, leaving a distraught Ian and his lackeys alone.

One of the lackeys tried to comfort Ian. "I-Ian, senior is probably just messing with y-"

"SILENCE!" However, his words were interrupted by a loud shout from Ian, who looked at the silhouette of Senior Russell leaving with hatred in his eyes.

'Is he seriously telling me that piece of sh*t junior of mine is better than me?' Ian couldn't believe the words that came out of his senior's mouth, still stuck in disbelief.

'Don't live in a lie, Ian…'

Senior Russell's words began echoing in Ian's head, playing over and over as if his mind was intentionally doing it to toy with him. 

"Ugh! What the actual f*ck?!" Distraught and discombobulated by what just happened, Ian sat down on one of the chairs that was next to him and clutched his head in pain, and his lackeys looked at him with worry in their eyes, but too afraid to go near him, fearing that he might get angry again.

Ian plugged his ears with his fingers in order to drown out the voices that he was hearing, but to no avail. 'You know exactly what I mean, Ian..' 

"No! You're wrong..." Ian began to mutter in a soft voice, as the voices inside his head continued to get louder and louder.

'It'll eat you up.'

'I'll take care of him for you.'

'The kid is my opponent, alright?'

'No, you won't..'

'Don't live in a lie, Ian!'

"YOU'RE WRONG!!" 

BAM!

All of a sudden, his saber manifested itself in his hand and Ian swung it onto the empty table that was right in front of him, and it exploded into countless pieces with a loud noise, startling his lackeys who looked at him with fear in their eyes.

"F*CK! F*CK! F*CK!" As his lackeys watched him with horrified expressions on their faces, Ian, who seemed as though he had lost his mind, started to swing his saber continuously on the destroyed part of the table, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

"You are wrong! You hear me? You are wrong!" He tilted his head up to the sky and shouted loudly as the raw strength of his saber strikes got more and more powerful. 

BAM!

The saber had cut through most of the table parts and began striking the floor, as Ian continued yelling. 

"YOU!"

BAM!

"ARE!"

BAM!

"F*CKING!"

BAM!

"WRONG!"

BOOM!

Ian shouted loudly as he raised his saber as high as he possibly could in the air and swung it downwards with all his might, resulting in a loud noise as the floor cracked open because of the impact and dust and debris began to fly all over the place!

….

Silence.

"hhh.. Hgghh!" Ian breathed in and out, as he began calming down. The lackeys watched him from a distance, still unsure whether Ian was back to normal or not. 

"Claude Rayforth, that brat..." Ian turned around and looked at his lackeys, who flinched as soon as they faced his piercing gaze. 

"Wh-What was that, Ian?" One of the lackeys mustered up his courage and spoke up to respond to Ian. "We- we didn't quite catch what you said just now. Can you repeat your words?"

"CLAUDE RAYFORTH!" All of a sudden, Ian yelled out loudly, which shocked the lackeys. Ian then tilted his head to the sky and continued, "I need you guys to tail him. I need to know where he is, what he's doing, and who he's with."

"Uh, oh! Of- of course, Ian." Another one of the lackeys nodded their heads and answered almost immediately, so as to not anger Ian. "Of course we can do that! You can leave it to us."

"Y-you aren't planning on doing something horrible to him, are you, Ian?" Just then, one of the lackeys looked at Ian and asked him with fear in his eyes. 

'Sh*t, what the f*ck, man?' The other lackeys cursed in their minds. They knew that Ian was pretty unstable at the moment, and they had no idea whether asking him anything would anger him or not, which was why they had simply agreed to his request without any sort of resistance. 

'But this idiot had to go ahead and ask a fu*cking question..' And to make the matters even more worse, this was a question about Claude, the person who was responsible for making Ian the way he is right now. Who knows if this would trigger Ian or not. All they could do was hope that it wouldn't.

"Are you a f*cking idiot?" Ian shifted his gaze to the lackey who asked the question and glared at him, who felt a chill run up his spine as a result. "What did you think I was going to do? Don't tell me that you thought I was going to kill him? Of course I'm not going to kill him, you f*cking donkey! Do I look like an idiot to you, huh?"

"N-no, Ian.." The lackey shook his head and he became flustered, which only frustrated the other lackeys even more. 

"Of course I can't kill him. If I kill him, then it's all over for me. I'll get expelled from the academy." Ian said as he began walking towards the lackeys. "I won't go back home like that. I just can't."

He then stood right in front of the lackey who spoke, who had lowered his head so as to not look Ian in the eye. 

"But just because I can't kill him doesn't mean I can't hurt him in other ways," Ian leaned forward and whispered into the lackey's ear, who began trembling in fear. 

Ian then turned around and walked to the front of the discussion room. "Like I said before, I need you to tail Claude Rayforth and I need you to find information about his daily activities. Try to find out if there's anything we can do to hurt him."

"Yes, Ian!" The lackeys nodded their heads and replied in unison, including the one whom Ian scared just a few seconds ago. Ian moved his gaze all over his lackeys' faces, scanning them before nodding his head, satisfied by the reactions. "Good! Now get out of here and get to work."

The group of lackeys walked out of the discussion room as soon as Ian finished his words and scattered off to do what they were told to do, leaving Ian standing alone inside.

"I apologize, Senior Russell.." Ian pulled up his hand close to him and began muttering to himself. "But I'm going to defeat Claude Rayforth and prove your words wrong."

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Meanwhile near the Training Grounds sector.

Claude stood in front of a giant block of a building that seemed weird and futuristic, staring at it from a distance. 

"I told you, didn't I?" A voice came from behind him, and Claude turned around to look at his servant Randall, who walked up to him with a smile and pointed at the building as he spoke. "I got young master a closed seclusion chamber as soon as I could."

"Yes, you did, Randall. Well done." Claude nodded his head and then shifted his gaze back to the building in front of him. "I assume all the necessary materials are inside the chamber?".

"Yes of course, young master," Randall nodded his head, confirming Claude's assumptions. "You just need to enter the chamber and prepare for the training. That is all you need to do."

"And the payment?" Claude asked, and before Randall could answer his question, both Claude and him turned around to see a figure walking towards them from a distance.

"The payment has been made under the name of your master, Mr. Claude Rayforth. You do not have to worry about a thing, as the payment shall be taken care of by him." The figure spoke softly as he neared Claude, revealing a middle aged man with a white goatee who stretched out his hand and said. "I'm Elder Sanchez. I'll be in charge of your chamber. Nice to meet you, young man."

"Likewise, Elder," Claude shook his hand and asked, "What do you mean by in charge of the chamber?"

"Oh no, I am not your guard if that's what you thought!" Elder Sanchez shook his head and explained what he meant. "It just means that I'll act as a witness for you entering the chamber in case of any… let's say problems occur." 

He then extended a document to Claude, and said, "I just need you to sign this, and you'll be good to enter."

Claude read through the documents to make sure that there wasn't anything suspicious in them and then signed the papers and passed it back to Elder Sanchez, who simply nodded his head and turned back around and left.

"Alright then," Claude turned his gaze towards the chamber and exhaled. "Let's do this."