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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 68

Marsha managed to dodge Albert’s attack three times continuously.

In an instant, she was surprised, doubtful, joyous, excited, and angry at the same time.

Then, she glanced at the hourglass, 20 seconds!

Albert’s opponent met her expectations, and she was sure that he would only be better than before.

After all, each time Albert knocked Marsha down, he stood up and showed obvious improvement than before.

The first time Albert knocked him down, he stood and avoided one hit.

The second time Albert knocked him down, he stood and avoided three hits.

As her opponent, Albert could feel his growth, and at the same time, she was stunned by it.

Nonetheless, Albert did not know that Marsha was secretly incessantly complaining as he only mastered until the third footwork of the Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows, Alioth.

For the sake of dodging Albert just now, he used Alioth to the extreme.

If he were to avoid another attack, it would be tough unless he could comprehend and master the four-star footwork now.

Nonetheless, that would be impossible for Marsha as his current state was not enough to do that.

‘Forget it.

I’ve already bragged, so I might as well resist a few more blows!’ Marsha gritted his teeth.

As Marsha used the Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadow to avoid Albert’s attack, he felt that he had a better understanding of the footwork under such intense training.

At the same time, it also got easier for him to do it.

That was completely different than when he was practicing alone in the Tower of Life.

Marsha also treasured this opportunity and hoped to train more under Albert’s intense pressure.

“Let’s continue!” Marsha growled as he stared at Albert.

Albert’s eyes flashed with excitement, admiration, and slight anger.

Those emotions could not stop her from rushing toward Marsha again.

The white silhouette was like lightning in the dark, instantly appearing in front of Boneng.

Instead, Marsha felt as if the surrounding air was squeezed out, forming a vacuumed zone.

A tiny fist with a groundbreaking strength came at him violently.

”The Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows!” Marsha took a breath and swiftly moved aside.

24 seconds!

Bang!

The next second, Albert’s arm swept him across the room.

There was intense pain coming from his arms, causing Marsha to groan.

However, this also made his thinking more agile.

This time, Marsha did not fall to the ground.

Instead, when he was just about to crash, he turned his body and stepped on the wall with both of his feet.

Then, he leaped.

Borrowing the bounce, he steadily landed on the ground.

Albert secretly praised, ‘Amazing!’

Soon, she ran to him again.

Marsha peeped at the hourglass.

28 seconds!

Marsha’s strategy was obvious.

He would use the Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows to avoid his opponent’s attack and fight back.

Then, if he were desperate, Marsha would use his body to resist the blow.

By doing so, Marsha could surely last until the final few seconds.

Moreover, he could also exercise the Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows in actual combat.

Albert seemed to have noticed Marsha’s plan.

Hence, she immediately accelerated her attack speed.

Marsha immediately felt that Albert’s attacks were getting overwhelming, and he was almost out of breath.

At the same time, the massive pressure and his strong urge to win also fully stimulated his potential!

His previous hard training and efforts in strengthening his body were integrated at that moment.

Hence, despite Albert’s nonstop attacks, and Marsha was also hit a few times, he did not fall.

Marsha was just like a lonely boat in the sea during a thunderstorm.

Although it appeared as if it might be hit by a strong wave and crushed into pieces at any time, he managed to stubbornly break through the waves each time the huge waves churned.

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