Alpha Damien’s Trouble Maker Novel

Chapter 162 Chloe I froze. I simply stared at him, unable to even blink. There was unwavering confidence in his gaze. Not pity, or doubt 71% 10 vouchers Trust. He trusted me. He wanted me to trust myself. A small, broken sound escaped my throat, half laugh, half sob, and I felt a tear slide down my cheek. They were right. Noah. My grandfather. My uncle. If there were people who believed in me, why was I letting the words of those who belittled me carve me open from the inside?

Holding onto their insults was like pressing knives agains my own skin, pushing them deeper and deeper until I bled out from wounds no one else could see. "Do you yield?" Caspian's voice cut through my thoughts. I turned my head toward him. My throat was still trapped in his grip, my air still scarce. "F-" His brow lifted slightly. "What?" I met his blue eyes and smiled. It hurt to force the words out with his hand crushing my throat, but I did it anyway. "Fuck you, asshole." He froze. For the first time since this match began, true surprise flickered across his face.

I had always been polite, soft-spoken, and careful with my words. Not anymore. Before he could recover, I tightened my grip on my sword and poured everything I had into it. Every ounce of fear. Every ounce of doubt. Every ounce of anger I had swallowed for years. "Light Blade," I whispered hoarsely, "help me. Lend me your power!" The weapon trembled in my hand, its surface glowing faintly. "I am not doing this to prove them wrong anymore," I muttered my gaze locking onto my brother's. "I am doing this for myself." And this time, I did not feel weak.

1/3 1413 Sat, Fet, 28 # # # * Chapter 162 As soon as the words left my mouth, the Light Blade responded 71% 10 vouchers A brilliant glow burst from its edge, so bright it swallowed the arena lights and painted everything in white-gold. The energy surged through my art violently, like lightning forcing its way through fragile veins, and for a split second I thought it would tear the apart from the inside. The Dragon Yang loosened. Caspian's whip recoiled from my body as if burned, the sharp edges peeling away from my ribs and arm, and I did not hesitate.

1 swung my blade at him with everything I had left. This time, he was not lazy, and there was no indifference in his eyes. He moved back immediately, his expression sharpening because he understood something very clearly, if that blade touched him, even he would not walk away unharmed. The moment the strike left my body, my strength left with it. If the ground hard. The impact knocked the air from my lungs, and blood spilled from my mouth, warm and metallic against my tongue.

My fingers loosened around the hilt of my sword as my vision swar The Light Blade dimmed, its glow fading as though it had taken the last of me with it. My breathing slowed, shallow and uneven. My limbs felt heavy, distant, like they no longer belonged to me. It was reckless to pour all my energy into a single strike. It could kill me, but I did not regret it. If I had to choose again, I would do the same, because the look on Caspian's face when he realized I had broken free, when he realized I was capable of that, was worth it.

The arena, which had been holding its breath, exploded into noise. "Woah! She's the first one to escape the prince's whip!" "That was insane!" "She's actually powerful!" Their excitement was wild. To them, this was entertainment, and spectacle. "Kill her!" "Finish it!" "She didn't yield!" The chants grew louder. They wanted blood now, and a conclusion. I forced my blurry gaze upward and found Caspian staring down at me. His eyes were different. The contempt and anger was gone. In its place was something assessing.

He tilted his head slowly and raised the Dragon Fang again, the Blade-edged whip glinting under the arena lights. He did not speak, and neither did I. There was nothing left to say. I knew my body was at its limit. I was either going to lose consciousness... or die. I tried to turn my head, to look at Noah one last time, but my muscles refused to obey. My vision doubled and blurred. I just hoped he was safe. 2/3 1413 Sat Feb 28 at ** Chapter 162 I hoped Caspian would keep his prome Please don't touch them.

I prayed faith Don't hurt Noth, and les 6711 The whistle of the whip slicing through the air reached my or closed my eyes and braced for pain, but it never came Instead, the crowd gaped louder than before, all with all Confused, I forced my eyes open and froze Standing in front of me was Nand His posture was relaxed, and lazy, as if he had simply stepped into block the sunlight rather than a lethal strike. He looked the same as always at first glance, but he was not the same. A sucating aura rolled of him, pressing against the arena. The air felt heavier. The hairs on my arms stood on end.

Even the cafest warriors instinctively stepped back To make it worse between two of his fingers, he was holding the Dragon Rang Caspian's whin the legendary weapon said to be unblockable, ne trapped effortlessly between Noah's fingers as though it were nothing more than a ribbon Caspian stared at him, genuine shock breaking through his composure. His grip tightened on the handle.

"You-who are you?" Noah tilted his head slightly, his expression calm but his eyes cold in a way I had never seen before "That is enough "Touch her again," he continued, his gaze locking onto my brother's "and I will kill you." I blinked. Noah was different. He did not look calm anymore. Beneath that lazy exterior was something terrifying and ancient. He was angry.

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