Chapter 117 Men's Battle



Harry and Hugh glanced at each other, both eyes glinting sharply in menace.

"That was a cool trick," said Harry, his voice hoarse and painful.

They had exchanged some more fists and there was no progress, nobody had even died once after the first.

But Harry was obviously the one at a disadvantage since he had a needle stuck in his throat and he was far slower than Hugh too.

The man's attacks were always away from his throat too, Hugh knew that Harry might let him beat the shit out of him to remove that needle.

That needle was too painful, Hugh knew the pain since he had trained with it inside him before and Harry just came to know what it meant to swallow pins.

It hurt like hell.

"But you still stand and fight, Null Prince, why don't you accept defeat?" Hugh asked, his voice calm and princely, his golden gaze unflinching.

Harry chuckled, and said in a hoarse tone, "You disgust me too much for me to lose to you."

"Do you think you have a chance to win?" Hugh asked with a dangerous growl, and then added: "I can already see many ways to defeat you already."

"Then defeat me."

Hugh didn't waste time and took three needles out.

Harry's eyes sharpened, the First Prince's gift to increase the speed of everything was a very dangerous ability.

Even his jade skin wasn't capable of holding it off since it was a focused and highly penetrating attack. It was like compressed water.

He just threw it at him and increased its speed, making it too fast to be dodged and too strong to be guarded.

'How can I stop this gift?' Harry thought, 'And what if it gets stuck in my brain next?'

That would be dangerous. It will make him incapable of going through with all his plans, especially if he went unconscious after that.

'Fine, it is time I put an end to this farce anyway.' Harry sighed inside at the lost chance of training and looked at Hugh.

"Are you going to use those needles?" He asked.

Creeped out at the obvious question, Hugh asked with a dry chuckle, "Are you afraid?"

"I see," Harry's eyes changed color and Hugh immediately closed his eyes.

But sadly for him, DreamWalker didn't work using gazes.

It was not Itachi but Harry.

Hugh's mind turned chaotic and he became stunned. Harry ran to his side and taking his head by the jaw, twisted it cleanly off.

Blood gushed out like a shower.

Harry's whole princely attire and body got washed in the blood, but he didn't mind and went back a bit, the sticky blood moved away from his body and went back into the first Prince's body — cleaning Harry in the process.

Hugh healed himself and stood up, and his face filled with a bit of fear, he looked at Harry.

That ability, it was too much like DreamWalker.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked with a calm tone.

Hugh gritted his teeth and said, "I am."

Harry's eyes turned multicolor.

And the audience watched on as the same thing happened again, Harry went and snapped the first prince's head off.

Then walked back.

The audience turned silent.

Hugh healed again and looked at Harry in pure fear.

That Ability was almost as overbearing as DreamWalker too, it was just that its influence was weaker.

DreamWalker would have kept him blank for a minute.

The audience started murmuring too. "It is too much like the DreamWalker," someone said.

"Is the Royal Family going to have another gift on equal terms with the three Great gifts?"

The ministers on the side had grave eyes.

And the concubines were also rather nervous.

But the princesses in the Pajamas had wide smiles; as long as that scum of a man, the First Prince suffers, they were happy.

If they could, they would have killed his monkey too.

Some of them glared at the monkey in hatred.

The Monkey's face though, was focused on the battle, on the repeated deaths his master was going through, every time, its eyes shining deeply inside with a blue light.I think you should take a look at

It didn't care about some furless women.

1 death, 2 death, 3 death.

The count of Hugh's deaths kept adding up and the audience had long turned silent. But the stunned disbelief was clear on their faces.

From hidden corners, one by one, the Stage 5 monsters started to come out.

Their suppressed aura and great momentum made the whole place a pot about to reach the boiling point.

An old woman entered the audience stages near the princesses, her eyes black and face filled with wrinkles. She said, "He is indeed a Blasphemous Child."

Another person appeared on her side, a woman with long purple hair and amethyst eyes, and said: "Indeed, and he seems to be on our side."

A little girl walked out from the shadows of the purple-haired woman and said in a childish tone: "And he has already absorbed his mother's, and sister's Gift. I even think he has already absorbed Valeria's."

"He completed their first Disaster thingy?!" Asked a small man who suddenly appeared.

All three women turned to look at the top of the old wrinkled woman's head; seated atop her was a 1cm tall man, a true Born-Dragon.

ραΠdαsΝοvel.cοm "Yes, my Grandson had indeed completed that sacred ritual," came a voice, domineering and echoing.

Everyone, including the audience, looked towards the entrance into the Arena, standing there was a woman of intricate maturity, born and bred through war.

Valeria Lust. The 5th Stage 5 of the kingdom other than the king and queen.

The old Born-Dragon man looked at Valeria and said, "You have a lot to explain, Valeria."

"Shut up you old wench," Valeria spar in disgust, this man was a girl, she was her own sister, yet look at her now, in some random Old Man's appearance.

Disgusting.

The Man turned woman chuckled and said in an effeminate tone, "You know the reason, my dead Vale."

Valeria ignores her and snapped a finger.

Immediately, the audience forgot every confidential thing they talked about here and after a brief silence, the whole crowd fell unconscious; excluding Lilly, Emma, Anna, and the Blueflame Twins.

The Purple Haired woman looked up at the sky and murmured, her voice heavy, and the five listened with rapt attention, "The things in the shadows seem to be moving, the air seems to be heavier, and an acrid scent of death looms close, and I smell great fortune from your Grandson, but his fate seems hidden, I cannot foresee."

Valeria squinted her eyes, and said, her voice calm, "Celeste, can't you even say when the next Disaster will arrive for him?"

Celeste closed her eyes and then opened them. They shined in amethyst brilliance, "All I see is nothing as if he is not even alive. It feels as if I am inside a dark, deep ocean, in the midst of a deathly stillness."

Her nose started bleeding, but no one cared about that, her lifespan was nothing important to them.

Sacrifice it as much as she could and they won't mind.

Only Valeria was not like them, she silently went near Celeste and patted her back. Celeste sighed "Don't worry...Old friend, I still have a long time to live."

Valeria didn't reply and looked towards the battlefield, "Thirteen deaths, The Monkey brat deserves praise, to last 13 deaths, he has determination."

The Man-Woman chuckled, and said in a taunting tone, "Nevertheless, it was your grandson who won."

Valeria nodded.

...

Harry stood there on stage, looking down at Hugh who had a pale, bloodless face and a fear-filled face.

Hugh shivered and said, "Your Gift is DreamWalker."

Harry was too tired of the bullshit and looked straight into the eye to go for another kill.

But Hugh shivered and exclaimed, "I lose, I LOSE!"

Harry looked at him calmly, coldly even, and asked, "Where is my Gu?"

Hugh gritted his teeth in shame, and said in a weak tone, "It's in my monkey's hands, take it from him."

Harry calmly walked back and reached the audience walls, Hugh Vincias looked at his back with deep eyes, yet real fear was in them clearly.

Harry didn't mind and climbed on it, there were holds to go up, and soon, he was up and Lilly gave him a hand, he took it and climbed up.

Once in the seating area, he smiled at Lilly before looking at the black-furred monkey, and with a calm tone, he said, "Give me my Gu."

The monkey threw him a jade ball.

Harry looked at it and nodded, then asked Lilly, "Should we go back to our room and continue our work?"

Lilly nodded with a red face.

The elders at stage 5 only looked on and didn't say anything or try to stop them. The King will be the one to question him, not them.

And the king was not here yet.