神奇影院

Chapter 628 - The Shameless Mr. Barn

Alec looked at Mitchen arrogantly and sneered.

Did this fool really think that he could defeat him without a sword?

How naive!

Well, he would definitely teach the brute a thing or two about respect... Especially towards a dignified king such as his esteemed self.

Alec ran up to Mitchen at full force with one thought in mind: Kill!

He was going to kill the arrogant fool with his 3 Blade Style.

Upon seeing the blade get closer to him, Mitchen didn’t get fl.u.s.tered at all.

’Swish!’

Mitchen lightly jumped onto the blade like a monkey, and used his right leg to send a terrifying kick towards Alec’s face.

’Pah!’

Alec was pushed back a bit, but didn’t fall.

He just spun around and centered himself again.

He held his jaw for a bit and wiped the blood that was currently oozing out of it.

In truth, he felt like some of his teeth that already fallen out of their sockets just from that single kick.

What the hell?

Were this guy’s legs made out of iron or something?

But how would he have known that all of this was credited to the Shaolin ways, as well as the godly strength from the system?

He massaged his jaw for a bit and spat out a mouthful of blood in a manly fashion that didn’t seem to him look weak.

Tsk!

He had really underestimated this young blood in front of him.

Well, now he knew that he had to give it his all.

.

’Swish!’

’Pah!’

’Bam!’

’Ughhhhhhh!’

They fought for a bit with both sides getting hit at least once.

And so far, Mitchen received 2 minor slash wounds... While Alec on the other hand, had received over 9 blows, slaps and kicks now.

But funny enough, he had dodged the majority of them already.

Actually, the moment Alec had dodged one of Mitchen’s attacks and seen him split a rock into half... He immediately understood why he felt like his body had been through hell.

In fact, he even suspected that he might have some internal injuries already.

Which made him feel like he was about to die anytime soon from depression.

Dammit!

Why was this guy born with supernatural strength?

And why did such a good warrior belong to that unfilial son of his?

It was all just too depressing!

.

’Pah!’

’Bam!’

Alec had been given another force slap again.

Dammit!

How hateful!

He glanced at his foe who currently looked indifferent, and felt like rage bubble up even more

The fool had one leg crossed over the other as if he was drinking a cup of tea in a restaurant or something.

He seemed so lax in that position, that one would think that he was medicating instead.

Alec gripped his sword tightly and tried to calm himself down.

"Alright!

You’ve really forced my hand.

I was going to deal with you using my famous 3 blade style.

But since you’ve impressed me, I’ll bring out my ultimate move.

This is my newly developed move called the Sleeping Tiger.

Be happy that I’m using this move on you because it shows that you’re at least worth it.

I’ll have you know that none of my Commanders and only a handful of seasoned assassins can defend themselves against this move.

So take this as a parting gift from me.

Goodbye Fool!"

With that, Alec ran as fast as he could towards Mitchen and pretended as if he was going to target Mitchen’s waist.. before finally lowering his sword towards Mitchen’s neck instead.

The move was so fast that it seemed like his sword had magically curved upwards on its own... Which made it seem as if his word was made out of rubber instead.

This move was usually brought confusion, as people would try to defend their waists.

But before they realized it, their necks would’ve already been neatly cut off clean.

Alec revealed a c.o.c.ky smile on his face as he pulled out his move.

So what if Mitchen had supernatural strength?

At the end of the day wouldn’t he die just like the rest who had tasted this ultimate move of his?

In his mind, the fool before him was already as good as dead!

.

Alec ran towards Mitchen with his intimate move.

And just when the blade was just a few inches away from his face, Mitchen opened his eyes and used the leg that was crossed over the other to knock the sword up in the air with great force.

’Pah!’

From there, he did 4 backflips and finally caught the sword calmly.

’Crack!’

He had broken the largest part of the blade and as if it was nothing.

"Sigh...

Are you sure you really want to do this?

We can go on and on, but isn’t it obvious that you’ve already lost?" Mitchen said calmly while signalling for his men to get up.

"Lost?

No way!

I haven’t admitted defeat yet.

So I haven’t lost!"

"Hm?

Didn’t think that you would be the shameless type who valued his ego over his health.

Well, maybe I’ve been too soft on you before.

But I assure you that if we continue on, I’ll definitely break you.

So If you don’t want to admit defeat, then I’ll just have to beat you up until you do, won’t I?"

"Fine by me!

Do you think that I’ll ever accept it?

Keep dreaming!"

"Alright... it’s your funeral."

With that, Mitchen ran towards Alec at full speed while the surrounding soldiers only looked at Alec pitifully.

Poor guy.

If he knew that the Warden was holding back previously, how would he feel?

The men got incredibly excited when they saw their warden get serious.

Hahahahaha!

This was the show that they had been waiting for.

Sigh... Why didn’t they prepare popcorn and keep them in the carriages?

For sure, this battle would be a legendary tale that these soldiers would brag about and describe to their grandchildren for years to come.

It might even be added to Baymard’s history.

The Warden who took down a king.

’Bam! Bam! Bam!’

"I’ll never give in!"

’Bam!’

"Do you know who you’re messing with?"

’Bam!’

"Let go of me you lowly swine."

’Bam!’

"Ahhhhhhh!’

You animal!

How dare you?

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!"

’Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!’

’Crack!’

’Pah!’

’Bam!’

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Alec had been tossed around like a thin piece of clothing, punched, kicked and even had his face smashed against a carriage door several times.

He was sure that his nose was broken.

The beating continued for 20 minutes more before Alec finally conceded.

Maybe it was because of the guy’s supernatural strength.

But it hurt way worse than if he had taken blows or jabs from his men.

He felt like if he continued receiving any more blows from this guy, then a chunk of his face would literally fall.

Additionally, he felt like if he truly continued the battle, then he would be too weak to think of another way to escape.

F***!

It was better to concede and see what they had planned out for him.

Maybe he could even get the word out to his sons so that they would be able to send highly-skilled assassins to rescue him.

Yes, it was worth a shot, even though it was utterly humiliating.

"Stop you brute!

I concede."

"Oh?

That wasn’t too hard, now was it?

"F*** you!"

"Eh?

I’m sorry your majesty, but you’ll never have the opportunity to do so.

I’m straight."

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The heavens were truly unfair.