Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

1200 Wed, Feb 25 B. Chapter 152 Chapter 159 The moment the whine pierced through the air every single gem is the rang stated a sture expose were taxed at senison, but not toward one another. They were all pinned at one person The prince Prince Caspian mood only a short distance away and inmead of preparing to defend tief te duply washed them w black, and bored expression His gaze swept over the group a dough he were chewing duster of intrauthing wer crumbs, amoying, perhaps, bar altarely muguiaau.

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Do not pay attention to him." I forced myself to look away from the prince and raised my sword box mite the ofen, 1 did notato ita fim I pored at the contesans standing around me instead A few of them noticed immediately, and their brows furrowed in confusion 'Hey, Mim Delicate" one of them called out mockingly, "You arepointing your sword at the wrong person. Pam Late prince. Even if you look meles, if we work together, we might be able to make him step down on his can" Another man nodded eagerly. Exanly. He is stronger than all ofits invidually.

You had better listen if your was no last more than two seconds in here." I looked at them quietly as they spoke, their voices filled with confidence and poorly hidden fear. The truth was my mind had always been simple. I was not someone who excelled a complex strategies or long discussions about matin. I ddaet enjoy debating plans or calculating probabilities. I simply did what I wanted to do. And right now, I wanted them out of my way.

If they were gone, then I could focus entirely on the fight I actually cared about I lifted my chin slightly and spoke clearly toward the host outside the ring. "If I push them all our of the ring would that stil count as them loving?" A ripple of surprise moved through the group, and the host turned her mention to me. She tied her head, her eyes gleaming with mischief as a slow smile curved her Eps. "Oh my," she said sweetly. "Did I forget to mention that? Yes, if you push any contestant cut of the ring day.

lose I gave a small nod in response, but I knew she was lying She was not the type to forget details, especially not details that could heighten the excitement of a match. She thrived entertainment, chaos, and unexpected turns. I had handed her at interesting possibility, and she had accepted because she wanted to see how this would unfold. She wanted to see whether a girl who looked like me could actual grown men out of the ring.

The men stared at me for a moment before bursting into laughter, completely forgetting about the prince, who was now leaning casually against the inner boundary of the ring as though he were watching a street performance. "Girls these days are too confident," one of them scoffed. Just because they are allowed to hold a sword, they think there equal 12:00 Wed, Feb 25 MB. Chapter 139 69% 65 vouctions Another smirked. "Everyone knows inen are biologically superi. They are stronger, faster, and better at everything. especially fighting" Their words did not anger me.

They simply confirmed what I alady knew about them. One of the men stepped forward, lifting his sword lazily in my direction. "Enough talking," he said. "It is better to show her than explain it." The others nodded in agreement as he swung his blade toward he without any real intention of finishing the strike. He did not take me seriously. He thought this was already decided.

I looked at him calmly and said, "Take this seriously, or you might die." The man looked at me mockingly, his lips curling as he prepared to throw another insult my way, but before he could say anything further, I lifted my sword and struck his blade directly le reacted on instinct, raising his weapon to block mine, and the sharp clash of metal echoed across the ring. A wave of laughter erupted from both the remaining contestants and parts of the audience, because from the outside it must have looked unimpressive, like a weak and meaningless strike from a girl who did not know her own limits.

The man snorted as he held his sword steady against mine and said, "gods, this is so stupid. I did not even feel that. You are so weak- He never finished that sentence. A strange vibration rippled through the air between our blades, and I felt it travel from my sword straight into his. His smirk faltered instantly as his weapon began to tremble violently in his hands. The vibration intensified in a split second, no longer confined to the metal but spreading up his arms and into his entire body.

His eyes widened in alarm as the trembling grew so fierce that the contestants nearest to him instinctively stepped back to avoid being caught in whatever was happening. "What is happening" he began, but his voice was swallowed by the force that erupted from the point where our swords. met. With a single push from me, the built-up force released all at once. His body was launched backward as though he had been struck by a battering ram. He flew clean out of the ring and slammed into the arena wall with such intensity that the structure cracked and shattered on impact.

Stone fragments scattered everywhere, and to make it worse, it was the exact same section of wall that Noah had destroyed the previous day with his protective spell, the part that workers had only just begun repairing. Silence fell over the arena. Many people froze, their eyes wide as they stared at the destruction and the man lying unconscious amidst broken stone. The laughter from moments ago vanished completely. The remaining contestants inside the ring immediately distanced themselves from me, looking at me not with mockery anymore, but with something closer to fear.

It was as if they were staring at a demon disguised as a delicate girl. I bit my lower lip, a flicker of worry crossing my mind. I had not meant to hurt him that badly. That was why I had warned him to take it seriously. That was the problem with my sword. Even the smallest strike could become lethal if the opponent underestimated it. I did not need to use my full strength in battle, because if I ever did, people would die. The force released by this blade was not something ordinary warriors could withstand. This sword was one of the most precious heirlooms in my family.

It was not a weapon that could simply be picked up and wielded. It had to acknowledge you as its master before it would truly submit, and in generations of my bloodline, it had only recognized one person before me. Not even my grandfather, who was revered as one of the strongest warriors of his time, had been accepted by it. Yet he treated the blade with utmost respect and, despite the objections of many elders in our family, he placed it in my hands. "The sword has chosen and it would not bow to a weak person," my grandfather told me once, his voice firm but patient.

"If it has chosen you as its master, then you are not weak. You are strong, even if you do not see it yet." 2/4 12:00 Wed, Feb 25 MB. Chapter 159 Back then, I had only nodded because I wanted to believe him. 69% 23 55 vouchers And now, standing in the broken silence of the arena with shattered stone behind me and fear in the eyes of the men around me, I was reminded once again of what that truly meant. I straightened my back and inhaled slowly. "I am not weak," I said under my breath, not to them, but to myself. Then I lifted my sword and pointed it directly at the remaining contestants.

"Get lost." My voice was calm, but it carried across the ring with authority. The men stiffened. Their gazes were no longer mocking or dismissive. The arrogance that had filled their expressions earlier had completely vanished. Now, there was calculation in their eyes, fear, and uncertainty. One of them opened his mouth as if to say something bold, perhaps something about honor or pride or how he would rather die than retreat. But before he could speak, the man beside him grabbed his arm and shook his head. "No," he muttered urgently. "I cannot die.

The prince is already terrifying, but this girl is just as dangerous. Staying here is like standing still and waiting to be slaughtered." His throat bobbed before he shouted loudly, "I forfeit!" Without waiting for permission, he turned and ran toward the edge of the ring. The others stared at him in disbelief for half a second, but survival instinct quickly overpowered pride. One by one, they echoed the same word.

"I forfeit!" "I forfeit!" "I forfeit!" "I forfeit!" "I forfeit!" "I forfeit!" They scrambled out of the ring in a chaotic rush, nearly tripping over one another in their desperation to escape. Within moments, the once crowded arena floor was empty. Except for two people. I lowered my sword slightly and let out a slow breath I did not realize I had been holding. Relief washed through me. I did not want to kill them. "You are too nice." The deep voice cut through the silence like a blade. I frowned and turned around.

Prince Caspian stood a few steps away, arms crossed over his chest, his posture relaxed as if he had been watching a mildly entertaining performance rather than a battle. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were sharp. 3/4 12:00 Wed, Feb 25 MOB. Chapter 159 "Maybe that is one of the reasons I have always hated you," he continued calmly. My fingers tightened around the hilt of my sword. I raised it again, this time pointing it directly at him. "Let us fight." There was no hesitation in my voice now.

69% 55 Vouchers He uncrossed his arms and stood up straight, rolling his shoulders once as though preparing for something inevitable. "You are right," he said indifferently, his gaze locking with mine. Let us fight, twin sister." The words settled heavily between us. This was no longer about the tournament. This was about us. 4/4 田 AD Comment Send gift No Ads Editorial board Editorial Board: Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.