The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

It was displayed on the dial that Caspian, who just left, lasted until the twelfth wave.

“Oh my God…” The disciple on duty swayed, almost fainting.

Asher already wailed miserably as if he died with just the slightest touch, and it was already impressive that Caspian could last until the fourth wave yesterday.

However, Caspian went directly from the fourth wave to the twelfth wave, and he also appeared to have energy left.

“Is he… Is he a monster?” Apart from the speculation, the disciple on duty could not think of any other possibility.

Caspian continued to come every day for the next few days, and the disciple on duty would be shocked each time Caspian left.

Twelve waves, eighteen waves, twenty-five waves, thirty-six waves…

The night before the Elenion match, Caspian left with a normal expression, and he set a record for the 50th wave.

The whole process only took Caspian seven days.

If calculated as an average, Caspian’s defense increased at a rate of seven more waves per day.

Although the disciples on duty did not know what Caspian was going to do with the Underworld’s Demon Flame, there was one thing he could be sure of… People with that talent, perseverance, and persistence could do anything better than others.

In that instant, Caspian became the disciple’s role model.

‘Even though I don’t have such a strong talent, I can make up for the gap with hard work!’ At the thought of that, the disciple was immediately filled with strength.

Without knowing it, Caspian influenced another person.

In a flash, seven days passed.

At that time, there was only one day left before the selection of Elenion, the City of Ruins, and everyone did their final preparations.

Some meditated and recuperated, adjusting their state to the best, or practiced their martial arts to become more proficient.

***

Asher bowed and looked at Adrian with

time, Adrian sat cross-legged in front of

brother, Asher acted like a servant, groveling, not

jade identification badge that represented his status as an elite disciple, a hint of jealousy

lowered his head, afraid of

passed by, and Adrian still

of sweat started to appear on his

to explode, Adrian opened his eyes

“Why are you here?”

standing here for so long, and I didn‘t even dare to breathe

you only

it, but he

you must help me

grief in Asher’s tone, coupled with the tears in

Adrian was not an ordinary person, and he was still

looked at

a few

immediately fell, and he started

as he wanted to take revenge on Caspian, and he even offered

anyone broke Caspian‘s hand or leg, he would

the night the news was released, Adrian broke both of Asher’s

that they were siblings at all

medicine afterward for a quick recovery, Asher still shivered

became

had to bite the

made his face show just

between sobs, “Adrian, I knew what I did was wrong, and

to you again? No matter what, we share the same

much with each other since we were young, we’re still

other aspects, you must help me this time as blood is still

immediately frowned when he

bottom of his heart, he did not want to have such a

bad things