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?!”

and he roared as he glared at Edgar, “I won’t

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

he even took a step forward as he raised the willow stick in his hand, drawing it at Ashton’s head

and whipped Ashton randomly, but even the fifth-stage True Martial

to block himself. Soon, a loud slap could be heard, and his arm bled. Ashton wanted to retreat, but his legs were immediately

when he tried to turn around and escape, and his shirt tore open. Then, Omas whipped at his back twice, and the blood

plan to let go of

watchful eyes, Omas raised the willow stick and whipped at Ashton until his head was swollen. His

contempt for Jamie. However, Omas used 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 block himself. Soon, Ashton’s shirt was torn and tagged from Omas‘s attack, and

members present were stupefied by what they just

Lawrence family’s best talent. Needless to say, Ashton’s skill and strength were strong enough,

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

Omas and whirled on the ring like a top, Keith could not hold it any longer, and he

he aimed the willow stick at Keith and

Swoosh!

directly nailed on the wooden

verdant willow stick’ s fractured tip, and it was

a reality. When he saw Omas raising 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

and shouted, “Stop,

as if Omas did not hear Keith’s word, Omas directly pushed away Keith and slapped Ashton. The slapping sound echoed in the air. Soon,

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