The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 158

At that time, Jack appeared completely victorious, looking down at Nathalia from above.

In his opinion, there was no way that Nathalia could turn this around.

After all, Nathalia’s body exploded until flesh and skin were split open, and some of his wounds were even emitting light smoke.

Nathalia was violently spitting out blood.

According to the severity of Nathalia’s injuries, it was already a miracle that he was alive.

Jack might appear triumphant, but he secretly felt it was such a shame that he could not kill Nathalia even though he used the Talisman of Concentrated Vitality.

Nevertheless, using a piece of the Talisman of Concentrated Vitality naturally cost Jack a lot, so he wanted to humiliate Nathalia as much as he could.

That way, he could at least comfort himself.

Then, Jack walked toward Nathalia and laughed menacingly.

“Come on! You said that you want to kill me, right? I bet your hands are broken now, and your long spear is still nailed to the ground far away.

You can’t even stand, so how are you going to kill me? Using your words?”

The spectators from Evergreen Town who saw Jack‘s behavior immediately frowned deeply.

Initially, using the Talisman of Concentrated Vitality was already against the rules, which already brought in criticisms.

However, Jack even humiliated a fellow participant, Alder, under everyone’s watchful gaze, which was

shameless of him.

Seeing that Nathalia suddenly moved in the blood pool, Jack was so scared that he quickly took a step back.

Nevertheless, once he realized that Nathalia was not a threat, Jack finally felt relief.

“Alder, if you’re not going to kill me, I‘m going to get past the finish line! Once I’m accepted as the Dark Moon Sect’s disciple, I’ll return and give you my thanks! Hahahaha!”

Jack let out a burst of manic laughter, and he was going to purposely walk over Nathalia‘s body so that he could once again humiliate him further.

When the crowd saw this scene, they all understood that although Nathalia wanted to stop the group of warriors himself, and he even almost succeeded, everything ended up as a waste of effort.

The winner of the competition would be the last man standing, Jack.

At that time, Nathalia’s pursed lips suddenly smiled.

“Are you… Worthy?” His voice might be soft, but Jack heard it.

“Hmm?” Jack was stunned, and he instantly felt something was wrong.

After all, that voice did not sound as if it came from someone weak who was severely injured.

At that time, Jack suddenly felt a bright gleam of light shining in front of him.

It was as if the ray of light tore through the night, splitting the darkness and light.

Jack felt deep chills penetrating his soul.

When he finally reacted, he heard the crowd not far away screaming and exclaiming.

Before him, Nathalia’s hand was suddenly holding a machete.

“Lotus Leaves Chop! The Thousand Sacred Lotus!”

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Before Jack could even react, he saw both his arms and legs fly.

At that moment, Jack was immediately cut into a human figurine with no limbs.

Jack wanted to shout, but when he raised his head, he met Nathalia’s deadly eyes.

At that time, Nathalia was drenched in blood, yet he emitted an aura of a god of war.

His feet were steady on the ground, and his posture was so straight it was as if he supported the sky!

Next, the blade light appeared in front of lack, intertwining like a snow-lotus-like flower.

Swoosh!

With the last slash, the snow-lotus was completed.

The blade slid across Jack’s neck, and his indignance, fear, anger, and annoyance were all frozen on his face.

The entire process had so many twists and turns, and no one expected that Nathalia would be the last man standing.

However, everyone thought the situation was finally set, and Nathalia once again did a complete reversal!

At that moment, the head of the Yates family sat on the high platform, widened his eyes, and with a loud bang, he crushed the armrest.

He mumbled to himself, uttering, “Lotus Leaves Chop… It‘s you!”

The next second, the head of the Yates family‘s face was covered in a layer of frost.