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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasy
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372 Chs

Eyes Filled With Disbelief

Hex boldly reversed the question onto the black dragon.

As for the black dragon, it was confused.

Where did this little kid's arrogance come from?

Did he not remember what just happened?

The black dragon scoffed in its mind, letting a disdainful smile spread across his face.

It guessed that Hex had some sort of short-term memory problem. After all, the events that just transpired clearly showed their difference in strength.

Obviously, it was Hex that should be afraid, not it.

Apollo and Willow had been swinging at each other wildly. Neither person held back, using their full strength. Nearly every strike was either towards the other's vitals or was used to set up for a future attack towards the vitals.

Apollo and Willow hardly bothered to defend themselves. They were essentially fighting a life or death battle. Their conviction could not be shaken at this point.