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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 663

Charles’s gaze was profound as he stared at Caspian.

“But I didn’t expect that you’d learn a defensive technique.

The body of a body refiner is inherently strong.

How afraid of death are you?”

“Only if you’re alive you can continue your attack,” Caspian smiled, “ Just like now.”

Caspian’s words hit the sore spot in Charles’s heart at once, causing his eyes to rekindle with anger.

“If you think that a mere defensive technique can stop me, aren’t you too naive?” Charles grinned and waved his arms as if nothing happened.

Charles’s arm exploded like a tree bark when his punch met Caspian’s.

At that moment, the skin and muscles of his forearm were all torn apart, and the bones could even be faintly seen in the wound.

Moreover, blood kept gushing out, making his entire arm appear bloody.

Nonetheless, Charles still clenched his fist tightly.

The muscles of his arm were like tough steel bars, making a creaking sound and twisting suddenly.

In an instant, the wounds on his arm started to close and stop bleeding.

“The Eight Extremities Mysterious Polaris Physique is more powerful than you think, and I’ll kill you with the next punch,” Charles grinned.

As soon as he said that, Charles immediately shook his head again and added, “Wait… I’ll break your bones first, but I won’t kill you because I want you to see with your own eyes how I killed the ones behind you.”

“Charles, didn’t you notice?”

Charles saw Caspian smiling at him, and the confidence flashing in Caspian’s eyes made Charles frown.

“Notice what?” Charles asked back.

“You‘ve made six mistakes so far.” The smile on Caspian’s face made Charles even more uncomfortable.

Caspian did not care about Charles’s feelings, and the more uncomfortable Charles was, the happier he was.

Hence, the smile on Caspian’s face grew wider.

“In a battle of life and death, making one mistake is enough to plunge yourself into the abyss of doom.

However, you’ve made six mistakes that you haven’t even realized, so you’ll be the ill-fated one.”

“What a shameless brag!” Charles shouted.

He did not know why, but he was inexplicably irritable when he heard Caspian’s words, and he could not wait to smash Caspian’s hateful smiling face.

“I’ll let you know what’s a supreme power!” Then, Charles raised his fist again with a roar, “Scarlet Blood Devil’s Arm!”

Boom!

A large airflow rotating at high speed like a huge spiral rolled directly toward Caspian.

The ground along the way collapsed, forming a thick and long ravine.

Whizz whizz whizz whizz whizz whizz!

The airflow swirled violently, and even a big tree would be instantly smashed into sawdust and powder if it were sucked in.

The raging wind blew Caspian’s long hair everywhere, but Caspian did not intend to dodge the force of the punch at all.

Instead, he said, “Charles, since you don’t believe me.

Let me fill you in on what mistakes you made.

First…” Then, Caspian smiled, showing his pearl spear, the lights in his eyes were as bright as the galaxy.

In that instant, Charles’ heart skipped a beat.

“What I’m best at isn’t using a sword, but a spear! The Firmament’s Ghoul-Locker Spear!”

With a flick of Caspian’s wrist, the black light was like the shaking robes of the god of death, spreading out instantly.

In the blink of an eye, the long spear that seemed to bring eternal darkness appeared in Caspian’s hands.

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