The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Chapter 86

The billowing sword light exuded an intense killing intent, and the surrounding Lawrence family members retreated as they were instinctively terrified.

One of the elders on the high platform abruptly stood, and he showed a surprised expression. “Ashton mastered the Raging Soul Swordsmanship until this level?”

Behind the veil, Jamie’s eyes flickered with nervousness, worry, suspicions, shock, fear, and such emotions. She tightly gripped on her armrest until her fingers went pale.

“Tut…” Omas raised his hand as he chortled.

Slap!

A ball of fire exploded on the Flame Sword, and the billowing sword light dispersed instantly.

Ashton only felt a strong force following his shoulder to his arm. Then, it shook his entire body until he went numb, and he watched as his Flame Sword escaped his hand.

“How’s that possible?!” Ashton roared in anger in his heart.

Not only him, the people around the arena, on the high platform, and behind the veil widened their eyes and mouth. They had never seen such a scene before.

”Didn’t you say you’ re great?”

When Omas’s voice came, Ashton also heard an ear-splitting sound.

The next second, a loud thud sounded, and Ashton‘s body flew out His right cheek was swollen, and there was also a bloody wound similar to his left cheek. He was instantly dumbfounded by the sudden pain on his cheeks. The Earth-Grade martial skill that he was proud of was easily defeated by his opponent’s willow stick.

”How is that possible?!”

heart surged with endless rage, and he roared as he glared at Edgar, “I won’t

You’re wasting my time! Do you know that!” Omas’s voice was louder than Ashton’s, and it

even took a step forward as he raised the willow stick in his hand, drawing

whipped Ashton randomly, but even the fifth-stage True Martial Realm Ashton was struck

a loud slap could be heard, and his arm bled. Ashton wanted to retreat, but his legs

he tried to turn around and escape, and his shirt tore open. Then, Omas whipped

my time, b*stard!” Omas did not plan to let go of Ashton, and he continuously hurt Ashton’s

stick and whipped at Ashton until his head was swollen. His face was so bloody and bruised that his handsome appearance

his ability to mock him back. At that moment, Ashton could not accept such a colossal blow, and after a few more whips, he forgot to

stupefied by what they just witnessed, and they

used to be the Lawrence family’s best talent. Needless to say, Ashton’s skill and strength were strong enough, but who would know that Omas’s ability was much better than Ashton, better than what

willow stick to whip at Ashton. However, Ashton did not even have the strength

turned livid. When he saw Ashton was once again whipped by Omas and whirled on the ring like a top, Keith could not hold it any longer, and he fiercely slapped the back of the chair

willow stick at Keith and threw it toward

Swoosh!

the wooden panel

s fractured tip, and it was evident that it

his hand and wanting to slap at the dazed Ashton, Keith could not remain his cool anymore. He ignored the competition rules, hurriedly stood, leaped onto

glared at Omas and shouted,

Ashton. The slapping sound echoed in the air. Soon, one could see Ashton spat out a mouthful of blood and teeth as he

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