The pulled Kana rolled on the ground and stood up, reaching out with his left hand to pull fiercely. The Mountain Warrior’s Sword was pulled back again, landing in his hand.
The Second Prince fiercely punched the werewolf who had just collided with him, picked up his weapon, and scrambled to his feet.
"You damn fool!"
"Sorry, sorry!" the werewolf shouted in terror.
He only wanted to save the prince, but who would have thought that in such a situation, the enemy would dodge like he had eyes on his back.
The speed of the werewolf’s charge was deadly, evading such an ambush was unexpected.
"Trash, get up, kill him!"
The Second Prince commanded, and the werewolf nodded, extending his steel claws, staring at Kana.
"Two against one? Didn’t you just think you were quite strong?"
The Second Prince didn’t reply, only glared at him intensely.
"Accept transformation. Did you think you gained invincible power? Beco ugly, beco disgusting, devour flesh, drink blood.
Paid so much, yet the power you gained is even weaker than the younger brother you once despised the most.
Now you need a sewn-up werewolf like a slave to rescue you, and fighting with numbers against one.
Didn’t you say you will beco a mighty warrior, an unbeaten general? Is this how you show your prowess? Begging for a slave’s rescue?"
As he clarified who was in front of him, Kana instinctively pieced together the fragnts of mories in his mind with this person.
The words he spoke forced the Second Prince’s defenses to crumble.
"Shut up! You worthless trash, you damned failure, shut up!"
The Second Prince roared furiously, charging forward with his weapon.
Completely forgetting how he was nearly killed by Kana just monts ago.
The nearby werewolf could only follow suit.
Already cursing the prince’s recklessness in his heart.
"Hmph." Kana chuckled softly.
With a swift shake, the blood on the Silver Sword was flicked off.
It appeared as pristine as if it had never been used.
He slashed the sword against the back of his hand.
His arms reddened, veins bulged, his legs likewise.
Charging directly at the rushing Second Prince.
With a light jump, he pulled the blood in mid-air.
Dodging the attack, he achieved a double jump.
His foot kicked the Second Prince’s face, twisting his face directly.
The powerful force sent him flying to the side, crashing onto the ground.
Kana spun around, fiercely slashing down with the Silver Sword in his right hand.
Facing the charging werewolf, this sword slashed down, the turning easily evading the attack allowed the Silver Sword to cut the werewolf’s neck.
The descending force almost severed half of his head.
The Silver Sword’s power, mingling with lightning, left the werewolf with little chance to retaliate, turning into a corpse.
A creature like this could be considered a minor foe, even elite ones. Under Kana’s hand, they barely lasted a few rounds.
In the ga, these monsters were in a datafication status, yet hitting weak points with attacks would also cause critical hits.
Given such circumstances, players naturally sought efficiency in fighting monsters, trying every thod to hit the enemy’s weak points.
Kana naturally developed this habit; his attacks always aid for the enemy’s neck, their heart, and the like.
Combined with his weapon, which was sharp enough, strong enough, paired with Kana’s power, even a beheading could produce dramatic effects.
This resulted in Kana being a at grinder when killing these creatures, few could match him, even those slightly stronger were ineffective.
The Second Prince, wanting to get up after being sent flying, was hit on the head by a fallen puppet and knocked back to the ground before he could rise.
At this mont, the Second Prince felt powerless, his whole body seed crippled by sothing.
Looking up, he realized that large amounts of blood were flowing from his wounds, forming a chain of blood that bound him.
He noticed, he was unable to overpower this control over blood.
"How can it be? You haven’t even transford, where did you obtain this power?"
This ti his voice was filled with confusion and fear.
"You just realized? What a fool."
"You’re too weak." Kana shook his head.
Compared to the Second Prince two or three years later, the current Second Prince was indeed too weak.
He couldn’t uphold the power of a boss.
Continuously humiliated by Kana, the younger brother he had looked down upon.
Having paid a price, transforming for the strength he gained, while his brother achieved it without doing anything.
And was even stronger.
It would be understandable if it were soone else, but it was Kana, the waste he had always looked down upon.
Still being constantly humiliated by him.
Anger, hatred, jealousy, these extre emotions were about to burst through his head.
"I refuse to accept, I deserve power!!"
The Second Prince shouted fiercely, and truly sothing seed to be starting to distort on his body.
Kana sensed sothing.
"Damn!"
Without hesitation, he dashed forward. This ti his whole body was red-tinged with bulging veins.
Kana had never exerted himself so fully, instinctively using all the power he could.
In the mont he rushed forward, he swung forcefully without hesitation.
The Second Prince’s head flew high.
The feeling dissipated, Kana let out a heavy breath.
"How did you have that thing now?."
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