The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power (by Emily Reed) novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373 A Challenge from a Brother

Prince Adam’s POV:

Father looked at Noah and didn’t speak right away.

A flicker of something strange passed through Uncle Niall’s eyes, but he quickly covered it with a smile. “That’s not a bad idea. But Prince Adam now holds a very important position. If anything were to happen to him…”

“Oh?” Noah turned to look at him, his smile turning colder. “Didn’t you just say you wanted to see my brother’s abilities?”

With that single sentence, he shut him down completely.

The firelight flickered across the square. I could clearly feel everyone unconsciously holding their breath.

Beside me, Cindy’s fingers tightened slightly. She had also seen how dangerous this situation had become.

At last, Father spoke calmly. “Stop before it goes too far.”

It was just one sentence, but he was giving permission.

Father was also waiting, waiting for us brothers to give a final answer between ourselves.

Only then did I slowly stand.

I first glanced at Father, then turned to Noah.

There was no anger in my expression, no mockery either. I simply looked at him with a cold, steady gaze, reassessing the younger brother standing in front of me, the one determined to gamble away his future.

“Are you sure?” I asked quietly, giving him one last chance to back out.

Noah grinned, showing a hint of sharp canine teeth. “What’s the matter, Adam? Afraid you might hurt me?”

I didn’t answer. I simply removed my cloak and handed it to the attendant behind me.

The center of the square was quickly cleared.

The music stopped. The laughter faded. Even the young nobles who had been dancing around the bonfires fell silent, holding their breath.

The open moonlight fell directly onto the field, stretching our shadows long across the ground.

We started in human form.

At first, many people still believed this was just entertainment.

I deliberately held back, my movements steady and controlled. Noah, on the other hand, was fast and aggressive. Each clash of fists and kicks landed with dull, heavy impacts that echoed through the night.

But after a few exchanges, the atmosphere shifted.

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