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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 403

Anderson was dumbfounded, and he swiftly yelled, “What… What nonsense are you spurting!”

The spectators also thought that Caspian bluffed.

Although Caspian had the upper hand and the advantage was evident in their previous fight,

Anderson was not completely defeated.

Moreover, Anderson brought out his weapon, and if he used the swordsmanship he mastered, his power would be doubled.

Under such circumstances, it would be remarkable if Caspian could draw a tie with Anderson.

How could it be possible for Caspian to defeat Anderson with just one skill and even wanting to beat him up until no one would recognize him after?”

Everyone started to think that Caspian was also about to use his weapon.

Since he returned from the Hopeful Woman Mountain, the news of his almost spirit tool spread among the Heavenly Stars Sect’s low-level disciples.

Furthermore, only Caspian had an almost spirit tool among the Heavenly Stars Sect’s apprentices, and Anderson knew that too.

The longsword Anderson used was only a seventh-grade weapon.

Even though it was already a high-rank weapon among the sharp weapons, it was just a pulp of paper against an almost spirit tool.

The downcasted feeling in Anderson’s heart was indescribable as not only did he not manage to kill Caspian, but he even shot himself in the foot.

However, Caspian suddenly said something that stunned everyone again.

“Don’t worry.

I don’t need to use my almost spirit tool to handle a guy like you.”

“What?!” Anderson and the crowd exclaimed at once.

“You‘re looking down on me!” Anderson straightened his body and yelled angrily, “I know that your strongest martial skill is the Strangulation of an Angered Dragon! With a weapon in my hand, you can’t even get close to me.

So, how are you going to defeat me without using one!”

“You’ll know if you give it a try.” Caspian smiled brightly.

Anderson felt his blood getting cold when Caspian smiled and showed his pearly whites.

From Caspian’s demeanor, Anderson was sure that Caspian had such confidence, but he was still puzzled.

Was Caspian that amazing?

“That’s impossible!” the next second, Anderson made a judgment, “You’re playing tricks!”

Everyone in the crowd was also in a heated discussion.

On the other hand, the middle-aged scholar flashed a smile that reached his eyes.

Then, he mumbled to himself, “You guys are seriously underestimating him… He can do it.

He is really able to do it…”

“You’ll find out soon,‘’ Caspian screamed and suddenly leaped just like a cannonball out of its chamber.

Soon, a loud bang sounded.

The air around him compressed and exploded as he rushed toward Anderson.

“Stop looking down on me! The Eagle-Sparrow Swordsmanship!” Anderson roared wildly.

When Caspian was near, he slashed his longsword at Caspian.

The brilliant sword light glowed from top to bottom, cutting diagonally.

In that instant, it was as if the sharp blade separated the darkness and light.

For the attack, Anderson secretly gave an evaluation.

“Perfect!”

At that moment, Caspian suddenly stopped running forward.

With that force, he turned his waist, and his large muscles and bones stirred and released in a flash.

Next, the power that exploded from Caspian was just like an erupted volcano!

“The Thousand Dragons Warfare!”

With a roar, Caspian kicked the sword light with his right leg.

Soon, there was an ear-piercing explosion in mid-air.

That kick was like the accumulation of billowing thunder, detonating together.

The surging airwaves formed a giant ball, spreading toward the surroundings.

Anderson was stunned as he watched Caspian.

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