Chapter 57 Adonis' Hellish Training

Within the Shade Stronghold

Adonis' Estate

The young born king sat within his room, and before him sat the number sixth ranked Assassin throughout the whole of humanity, Sixth.

They both had ugly expressions. Especially the young born king, Adonis. He sat before Sixth, not knowing what to say, and just sat there in tense relief.

There was no way they could not be tense in their current situation. "Is there... really no other way out of this? Is our path of escape so narrow?" Adison asked.

"..."

Sixth kept quiet and just minded his own business, but his expressions was dark and ice cold. It was obvious even he could not see through their current cataclysm.

An Alpha Wolf. Multiple subordinate Alpha Wolves at the same level, yet different in terms of combat power and potential.

Numerous Beta Wolves, numerous Delta Wolves, numerous other wolves that also stepped into the First League Realm.

And worst of all, more were still being called forth by these monster pack, showing no signs of holding back at all.

And by now, Humanity was losing in terms of combat forces. So far, only a few had succeeded at entering the First League, and none had yet to become a Second League Combatant.

Adison thought about this, and from his idea on people's potential when it comes to leveling, people were a month or so away from truly becoming Advanced Professions.

Let alone becoming Master Professions within the Second League. Basically, no human had yet to become an Advanced being, yet beasts and monsters were already traversing through the Second League.

The difference was as large as day and night. It was unstoppable. As far as he saw the situation, it was not reversible.

"Sir, what do you–" Adison was about to say something, but Sixth's ice cold glare made him hold his tongue and tie it into knots as fast as he could.

"..."

He kept quiet, and lowered his head in fright. But the killing intent only climbed up, and almost made him wet his pants in fear.

Then an ice cold voice soon followed, "Look at me. Right now." It demanded, then added, "Straight in the eyes."

Adison did not dare do that. He knew that death was but a given when he raised his head, hence he kept it down, and trembled in fright.

"Raise your head." The voice followed in annoyance, and the killing intent became thicker and thicker. "And look at me in the eyes." It added, anger mixed within.

"..."

But Adison cherished has life, and continued to keep it down. His trembling became even more chaotic, and he almost fainted in fright.

"Senior Sixth, that's about enough." Then to his rescue, was the angelic ice cold voice of Ninth, that lessened the terrifying pressure and killing intent by great magnitudes.

Sixth clicked his tongue and stopped focusing on Adison, adding with a whisper, "Some natural born king you are. You're just trash." Tone full of annoyance and irritation.

"..."

Adison kept his head lowered, and did not dare raise it up. But tears were already wailing in his eyes, and his teeth were grit to the extreme. His fists clenched tightly.

Sixth just do happened to see this from the corner of his eyes, and scoffed at him. "What? Do you think I said something harsh? Am I not speaking the truth?"

He threw questions at him, and Adison just kept gritting his teeth and bared with the humiliation. Ninth did not speak, and only looked at Adison.

Hidden expectations within her eyes. Unfortunately, they were both disappointed as Adison kept quiet and bared with the humiliation he was thrown with.

"...Tsk." Sixth clicked his tongue in annoyance then said to him, "Tomorrow morning, exactly at 5am, it's me and you at the training field. We will go at it until I say stop. Is that clear?"

Adison kept quiet for a while longer, took a deep breathe and nodded his head. He could not fight against these people, and promised that he would just suffer the humiliation.

When the time comes...

"And you better come." Sixth added, then left in a flash. Ninth watched everything take place, and helplessly shook her head.

She also vanished out of the room, leaving behind a barely audible message. "An Emperor is born from a King. And a King is born from fortitude and tough times."

"..."

Adison barely heard those words, but to the current him, they meant nothing more than the words of pity and sympathy from one's who could kill him at any given moment.

But he would still take them nonetheless. His life... rested in the hands of these blood thirsty, top class, number one assasins.

The next day.

Early in the morning, exactly at five in the morning according to their hour glass, Adison appeared within the training field, and there, stood Sixth with two swords.

He stabbed one sword down on the ground, and pulled back four to five meters, then stood idly with his sword, yet his eyes were cold.

Adison forced himself to keep walking, his head lowered to look at the sword, and not directly at Sixth. The fear of death was still apparent even at this moment.

Once he took his sword, and stood ready, Sixth snorted and a burst of killing intent spread out.

It came as a rush of ice cold breeze, that got him freezing on his knees, and trembling in fright. He subconsciously looked up, and to his fright, saw a wild hideous beast snarling at him.

He was not sure if it was him, an illusion or genuinely a beast, but a gigantic polar bear full of killing intent and anger gazed at him with a gaze of pure brutality and madness.

"..."

The young man froze right there on the spot, and helplessly looked up. The sword in his hands slowly sliding down to the ground, his knees giving in and him kneeling down.

His gaze was blank. He was not even trembling at this point. For he even doubted whether he was still breathing or not.

"Pathetic." Such a comment woke him, and the next thing he knew, the world was back at its center. The beast was just like an illusion. Or so the young boy believed.

"..."

His breathe returned, and he found himself breathing in large puffs of air just to keep himself at ease. Sweat raining down his forehead like a heavy storm.

But his nightmare was just beginning, for not even ten minutes had gone by, until everything took place. "Again." Was the beginning of his nightmare.

...!!!

The young man looked up, and a gaze full of bloodlust met him. It was stern, and cold. And he knew that there was nothing else he could do, nor say to escape this.

And the young man's torture sessions began. Day in, day out. He would be trained in dealing with pressure, facing killing intent, strengthening his will, challenging higher authorities and the likes.

Every training was not something young nobles and young master go through. Not even full fledged warriors and commanders, would go through such gruesome mental training.

It was strange and out of place. Especially for the young Adison. Everyday, he felt himself change because of this training. Mentally wise.

He was not getting stronger too. No. He was just getting annoyed, and irritated. Especially at Sixth. Sometimes, he would just disagree to the latter's commands just for the sake of going against him.

Of course, followed by fear, and begging of his life. But that also became less and less often. And at some point in the near future, this young natural born king, might not even fear devils and gods.

For his trainers were much worse.

And because he was... him.

Unfortunately... that day was not now. Nor was it going to come anytime soon. Because...

Bang!!

He crashed down heavily, and coughed out a mouthful of blood. He was all bruised up, and could barely stand up, nor twitch. He was beat up black and blue.

"That's about enough for today." Sixth said, and left the training court expressionlessly, not minding the beat up Adonis. It was evening. Five at noon.

He went through twelve hours of being beat down, black and blue. No rest. No lunch. No I'm between for him.

Moments after he left, Ninth secretly appeared with a medic kit. She began treating him silently, and when he was better, she left. Adonis, who was beat up, sighed.

He did not understand this duo.

One treated him like shit, and the other treated him with care. Of course, he could claim that Ninth was interested in him, romantically wise.

But he did not believe he was that handsome. At least, not THAT handsome.

Even if he barely knows how Ninth looks like due to her gear, which was a ninja-like outfit, he at least knew she was beautiful enough.

She was definitely out of his League, and her healing him was for the sake of her mission. 'I have to be kept alive to be of use after all. There's no other explanation than that.'

He thought, and after a moment, he stood up and limped all the way to his room. His personal training ground was where no other servants could go in and out.

Hence they never saw such a scene of him being beat up, and left for dead. And he would make sure they never never come across such a scene. Ever.

As for the wolves, their threat was still within his mind, but they were not to the point where he never ate or slept due to stress. He could, so far, bare with the mental stress.

Not the physical one though...