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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 589

After listening to Xander’s words, the image of a young man gritting his teeth, desperately trying his best to cultivate every day, appeared in everyone’s mind.

“There‘s a sense of injustice in my heart.”

Omar used his behavior to interpret the sentence.

The ice crystal fog gradually dissipated on the ring, and Omar still stood on the edge of the arena.

As long as he took a step back, he would fall off the ring.

However, Omar‘s figure was still as he held the Blade of Wind with a faint smile.

Even if his clothes were torn apart, even if his body was covered in blood, Omar gave others a feeling of an invincible stalwart.

In the direction where the sword’s edge pointed, the ground cracked open as if it was dissected by some sharp blade at once, forming a split of more than dozens of meters.

At the end of the crack, Trevor fell to the ground, staring blankly ahead.

His pair of sharp claws were still on his arms, but there was blood oozing out of the gaps between them.

Omar’s slash just now caused him a severe injury.

Winston’s face suddenly turned extremely ugly, and the surrounding stands were also instantly quiet.

Omar’s attack turned the table?

In everyone’s hearts, such an incredible thought appeared.

“He… Won?” Maya murmured, but she got no response from anyone.

She looked around and found that everyone stared at the arena without blinking.

There were two people in the ring, no one fell off, and no one admitted defeat.

Hence, there was no way to judge the winner or the loser.

However, from Trevor’s increasingly displeased face, everyone could vaguely sense that he had a nervous breakdown.

After all, he possessed a strength that far exceeded the same level, and he could even easily surpass the disciples of the higher level.

Yet, with the victory in hand at that time, Trevor was knocked away by a disciple in a lower realm than his own, and he was even injured.

Hence, his mood was indescribable.

Doubt, bewilderment, anger, sadness, disappointment, and all kinds of negative emotions flooded into Trevor‘s heart, causing him to be stunned like a fool.

Naturally, his current state could not escape the eyes of all the cultivators present.

Immediately, the faces of the Blue Feather Sect disciples turned pale, whereas the people on the Heavenly Stars Sect showed uncontrollable joy.

Soon, the shouts of the other four sects became louder and louder.

Everyone could see that it would not need a cultivator to push Trevor as even a child could defeat him now.

Trevor’s emotions completely collapsed, and he could not recover for a while.

In that state, he had no resistance at all.

“That Heavenly Stars Sect disciple just needs to move a finger, and he’ll win!”

“I didn’t expect that the Heavenly Stars Sect could even win two matches.”

“After four games, they’re leading 3-1.

The result is something that no one would have imagined before the game.”

There were a lot of discussions from the spectators.

The Heavenly Stars Sect side also stared at Omar with great anticipation.

“Omar, strike him once more, and we’ll have a three-to-one lead!”

“Good job, Omar!”

Everyone waited for Omar to end the game efficiently.

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