The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Although Omar and Benedict both used swords and mastered swordsmanship, Benedict used a single sword, whereas Omar wielded two.

Two longswords, one was red and the other blue, as red as fire and as blue as ice, showing impeccable force.

“Xander, are you saying that Omar has hidden skills that he never showed?” when Maya heard Xander, she looked surprised, “Ones that he never showed before during the spiritual apprentice list ranking competition?”

Xander nodded.

“We coincidentally met at the Immortal Soldiers Arena, and from then onward, we exchanged information about each other.”

Then, Xander paused as if he recalled the scene that day before adding, “If Casper wants to win, he should force Omar to show the skill as soon as he can.

Otherwise, he has no chance of winning.

Moreover, if he can’t win against Omar today, then he won’t be able to defeat me even after three months.”

Xander was the most prestigious figure among the apprentices, and from a certain point of view, he could be said to be their seniors.

Even Omar, Maya, and the rest were convinced by him.

Hence, when Xander told that, then it would not be wrong.

Maya looked at Caspian, who was in the arena, and mumbled, “I don’t even know who I should support in this match.”

Even though Solana did not interact with the two, her gaze was always on Caspian.

In her eyes, there was a trace of eagerness that no one noticed.

The match soon began.

“Casper, you better watch out!” Omar smiled and withdrew his swords.

“Fierce as Fire!” Omar swept his longsword across with a loud thud, and a hot airwave instantly rushed toward Caspian.

Then, the surrounding air seemed to be boiling, and they danced like golden snakes.

“Inscription!”

Caspian focused on Omar’s sword, and he finally realized why it was different from ordinary sharp weapons.

That was the power of inscriptions!

That was a type of flame inscription, which Caspian learned from the Flame Sword in Evergreen Town.

Nonetheless, it was apparent that the rank of the inscription on Omar’s longsword was much higher than the one of the Flame Sword!

appeared, Caspian could sense

each breath he took would hurt his lungs so bad as if they

and stabbed at

instant, billowing winds filled the surrounding, and the bright spear light was like a Grim Reaper’s sickle, slashing

raging flames

second, it was torn

Caspian’s spear skill, and they

Earth Grade martial

was confident

out he mastered

with one slash, Caspian stepped out with the Ursa

was like lightning and ghost, turning into dozens of phantoms in

and it was hard to tell which

those phantoms all rushed toward

“What an amazing technique!”

even catch up with his

out to be

when I lost to him

that the gap

ring

Even Maya was wide-mouthed.

stronger than he was when we last

train? Is he

Crackle and rattle!

astonished, the stone slab on the ring

the rubbles hit Caspian’s phantoms,

the countless shadows of spears were

the ring seemed to be stirred, rolling like the stormy waves and

a powerful

“Cold as ice!”

the vortex of shadows of the

suddenly gleamed, appearing out

sound, it cut a gap in between the shadows of the

hole, like ink dripping on paper and instantly smearing

his strength by destroying his opponents at their weak spots, pushing violently with

this way, Omar can still restrain

a difference in their realms, and Casper definitely can’t win

if to confirm Xander’s words, the red sword light suddenly shone

metal and stones