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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 · Fantasi
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372 Chs

Reckless

Apollo's figure streaked through the sky like a comet in the air. The wind elemental could hardly even tell that he was coming.

A clear bang resounded.

It was only until Apollo pierced directly through, did it notice.

"HAHA... Kiekekie."

Apollo held onto the side of his face with his free hand. Well, what was left of it anyway. Almost all the skin covering his body had been torn off. But it wasn't actually from the collision with the wind elemental itself.

It was because Mark hardly held back in pushing Apollo forth, even if that meant his body would break down in the process. That didn't mean crashing through the wind elemental meant no injuries, however.

Many of his bones cracked while his flesh had clearly distorted. On the other hand, the wind elemental had only lost a bit of its shape, distorting slightly in the process.

The relative damage was quite disproportional, but Apollo still had the ability to regenerate.