Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

10:37 Thu, Feb 26 M M Chapter 160 Chapter 160 Caspian I have always hated weak people. 391%E E55 vouchers Since the moment I learned how to walk and speak, I could not stand being near anyone who lacked strength. Their presence irritated me in a way I could never properly explain. It was as if weakness were a disease, something contagious that could seep into my skin if I stood too close for too long. The mere thought of becoming weak made my stomach twist. I would rather lose everything, than allow myself to become that To me, weak people were nothing more than pests in society.

They could not protect themselves, yet they constantly expected others to shield them. They did not strive to grow stronger; they preferred to remain helpless and blame fate for it. It was like a curse they willingly embraced. And I despised it. My uncle, the Alpha, was the embodiment of strength. Ever since I was a child, I have admired him. There were no weaklings at his side. Every warrior he kept close was powerful, capable, and worthy. That was the kind of existence I wanted. If I was to stand where he stood one day, then I could not allow weakness to linger around me.

I had to cut it away without hesitation. And one of the roots of that weakness stood directly in front of me. My twin sister. Chloe. I remember overhearing the elders whisper when we were children. They said she almost died during childbirth because she was too weak to even come into this world properly. Even at birth, she struggled. When we were younger, she cried over the smallest cuts. She would run to me whenever someone bullied her. She always acted as though she were incapable of defending herself, as though she did not even want to try becoming stronger.

I could tolerate her being weak, but what I could not tolerate was her pretending otherwise. Even now, I believed the only reason she had gained a fraction of strength was because of the Light Blade. That sword had once been given to my grandfather by my uncle, and it was said to submit only to those it acknowledged. I never understood why it would accept someone like Chloe. A blade like that should have belonged to someone worthy. A weak person should understand their place. They should know when to step back, when to bow their head, when to survive quietly behind stronger shadows.

But Chloe refused to remain in that place. She insisted on standing in the light, on acting as though she belonged among warriors. It was irritating. No, it was more than that. It was offensive. I decided then that I would end this annoyance once and for all. With a slow motion, I reached into the inner lining of my coat and pulled out my weapon. The arena lights caught on the dark surface of the whip as it unraveled in my hand. It was black and simple at first glance, but along its length were sharpened edges, thin and deadly like the sides of a blade.

It was long enough to strike from one end of the arena to the other without difficulty. A murmur rippled through the crowd. "Woah, I have heard of that weapon before," someone whispered in awe. "What is it called?" "It is the Dragon Fang," another answered reverently. "It was forged from the fang of one of the most powerful dragons and 1/4 < 10:38 Thu, Feb 26 M Chapter 160 M 919 55 vouchers gifted to the prince by Alpha Damien himself." "And it is nearly impossible to block," a third voice added. "From what I have seen, no one can withstand it except the Alpha.

That girl might have some skill, but she is finished." Nods of agreement followed. Public opinion has never concerned me. The gasps, the whispers, the predictions of victory or defeat, they were all background noise to me. I did not fight for applause, nor did I care for doubt. The crowd could believe whatever they wished. Their expectations would not change the outcome. I let the whip extend fully, the sharp edges glinting as I flexed my wrist. The Dragon Fang hummed faintly in response, eager for blood.

It was almost amusing that we were born at the same time, from the same womb, and yet looked nothing alike. Her hair was brown, warm like autumn leaves, while mine was black as a moonless night. Her eyes were green, bright and expressive, whereas mine were blue and often described as cold. Even our temperaments were opposites. She wore her emotions openly, while I buried mine so deep that even I sometimes forgot they were there. To the outside world, she was barely more than a rumor. People knew the royal family had a princess, but she had not appeared publicly since childhood.

Most would not recognize her now. In this arena, she was simply another contestant. Chloe looked at me steadily, her grip firm on her sword. "Will you keep your promise?" I did not answer immediately. I simply watched her. "Answer me," she insisted. "Will you keep your promise never to harm Noah and Miles if I win?" I frowned slightly. "What makes them so special?" She hesitated, and this time she did not respond. I tilted my head. "I still do not understand why you care about them, especially that strange boy.

I have been asking you for a real fight for years, one where you would stop holding back, and you always refused. Yet the moment I threaten two people you just met, you agree without hesitation." I studied her eyes carefully. "Look at yourself. You even have killing intent in your gaze right now. If I dared touch what you consider yours, you would try to kill me without thinking twice Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword. "You let people in too easily, Chloe," I continued calmly. "One day, you are going to regret that." She did not argue.

Instead, she raised her blade and pointed it directly at me. "You are talking too much, brother." I shrugged faintly. She was right. I disliked excessive conversation. It was inefficient. "I will give you three strikes," I said evenly. "If you cannot land a single hit on me, then it will be my turn." Her gaze flickered past me briefly, and I did not need to turn to know who she was looking at. The boy. The one she trusted so completely. That blind faith in someone she barely knew irritated me more than I expected.

Without another word, she inhaled deeply and focused entirely on me, her posture lowering slightly as she prepared to move. 2/4 10:38 Thu, Feb 26 MM Chapter 160 The entire arena fell silent. Even the wind seemed to pause, then she charged. 91 55 vouchers Her movements were swift, far swifter than when we were children. She aimed for what appeared to be an opening near my left side, her blade slicing through the air with precision. Before her sword could reach me, my wrist flicked instinctively.

The Dragon Fang lashed out, the sharpened edge striking the exact spot where she had been standing a fraction of a second earlier. The ground split with a sharp crack. She had already retreated. She did not relax, however. The moment her feet touched the ground, she surged forward again, this time faster, her strike aimed higher, toward my shoulder. My whip moved before conscious thought formed. It snapped through the air with lethal speed, forcing her to leap backward once more as the sharp edge cut across the space she had just occupied.

She landed lightly, her breathing controlled, her eyes still locked on mine. Two strikes. And she had yet to touch me. She was breathing hard. I watched her chest rise and fall unevenly as she stood a few steps away from me. Her face had flushed red from exertion, and the hand gripping the Light Blade trembled despite her obvious effort to steady it. Sweat traced down the side of her temple, yet her eyes remained fixed on mine. That was the flaw of the Light Blade. Once its wielder formed the true intent to fight, the blade demanded contact.

If it failed to strike its target, it would drain the wielder instead, weakening them with every missed attempt. It was a weapon that rewarded resolve but punished inadequacy. And I wanted Chloe to feel that punishment. Even if we fought head-on without tricks, I would still win. I knew that. She probably knew it too. But victory was not enough for me. I wanted her to understand the gap between us. wanted her to feel how vast it was. I looked at her without emotion. "One more strike, Chloe." Her fingers tightened. "Do you not want to protect your people anymore? Once you lose, they die.

I will have two of them executed." A murmur rippled faintly through the arena, but I ignored it. "And it will be on your conscience, you will lose them just like you lost our parents. And it will be your fault." Her stare sharpened instantly. The softness that used to define her was gone. Her eyes darkened with something dangerous. Anger. Good. Chloe flicked her blade, and the Light Blade shimmered faintly response to her surging intent. "Anyone who dares touch Noah or Miles..." she began, her voice low and shaking with fury.

3/4 10:38 Thu, Feb 26 MM · Chapter 160 ས.91%u 55 vouchers She suddenly leapt onto the thin ropes lining the arena, her movements light and precise. Instead of charging directly at me, she ran along the ropes with surprising agility, closing the distance from above with quick steps. When she was close enough, she pushed off. Her body cut through the air, and she swung her blade toward my neck with determination. "I will kill them!" For a fraction of a second, the blade gleamed inches from my throat. My lips curled. I struck the Dragon Fang against the ground. "How unamusing," I said flatly.

"You are still so weak. You disgust me." With a sharp twist of my wrist, the whip lashed upward and coiled around her midair form with terrifying precision. The serrated edges did not cut; they restrained. In less than a moment, the Dragon Fang wrapped tightly around her arms and torso, binding her before her blade could descend fully. Her eyes widened. A gasp escaped her lips as her momentum was forcibly halted. I stepped forward and closed the remaining distance between us.

Before she could struggle free, I reached out and wrapped my hand around her neck, lifting her slightly so that her feet barely touched the ground. She clawed at the whip instinctively, but it tightened in response. I leaned closer, my voice low enough that only she could hear. "Weak people like you deserve to die, Chloe." 4/4 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.