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.

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bowed and looked at Adrian with respect and

sat cross-legged in front

acted like a servant, groveling, not even daring to take a

saw Adrian’s jade identification badge that represented his status as an elite disciple, a hint

he hurriedly lowered his head,

by, and Adrian

and fine beads of sweat started to appear on his forehead, but he still did not dare to

about to explode, Adrian opened his eyes and glanced

“Why are you here?”

and I didn‘t

you only asked me

say it, but he did

he said, “Adrian, you

few words and the incomparable grievance and grief in Asher’s tone, coupled with the tears in his eyes, countless people would immediately give him money if he were to kneel on

was not an ordinary person, and he was still angry at

looked at his

lesson a

immediately fell, and he

out an order as he wanted to

Caspian‘s hand or leg, he would

was released,

he did not consider the fact that they were siblings at all as he broke Asher’s hands

precious medicine afterward for a quick recovery, Asher

suddenly became weak, and he almost

the

fear in his heart made his face show just the

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

you again? No matter what, we share the same

I’m older than you and we didn’t mingle much with each other since we were young, we’re still

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

frowned when he heard

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

bad