Nicholas’s ruthlessness was fully displayed at this mont, promising Horn three chances was exactly that, down to the last second.
When the three seconds were up, the silver fist smashed straight toward Horn’s head, without the slightest hesitation.
The silvery flas, writhing like a venomous snake, made Horn’s scalp tingle; seeing the silver light closing in, his heart exploded with fear, and he could no longer bear it, screaming out the na of the mastermind behind the scenes.
Prince.
But the speed of the fist did not stop, it continued to close in.
Just as Horn thought his head would turn into minced at in the next blink, the fist suddenly whooshed to the side, with a bang smashing into the ground next to Horn’s head.
In an instant, the ground cracked.
The silver fla even lted so of the shattered stone plates.
The fighting energy scattered the broken stones in all directions, projecting them onto Horn’s cheek.
Horn’s cheek was hit by the scorching stones, creating countless wounds, leaving half of his face a bloody ss, exposing the white bones underneath.
Horn did not die; he only writhed endlessly on the ground in agony, like a maggot.
He didn’t even have the strength to scream, reduced to whimpers.
"Wouldn’t it have been good to be this obedient earlier?" With those words left behind, Qin Chu finally stood up.
Behind, Nicholas’s face was ashen.
Mr. Brave had directly pierced through this layer of pretense, triggering a direct conflict between two heavyweights.
Trembling, Nicholas only hoped that he wouldn’t be implicated.
Dead silence reigned all around, as a group of lesser nobles looked at each other, not daring to speak, well aware that they had heard sothing they shouldn’t have.
So of the smarter ones had already begun to sneak away, fearing they would be dragged into the ss.
A conflict of this level was not sothing minor nobles could afford to get involved in; damn it, they were caught in the crossfire while enjoying the spectacle.
Just then, the sound of hooves approached from not far away.
The noise of the hooves grew clearer and more frequent, and the dense crowd hastily scattered to both sides, soon revealing a figure riding a tall white horse approaching from the rear.
The warhorse charged right up to Qin Chu, then ca to an abrupt halt.
Eighteen attendants at the rear followed suit with uniform movents.
Both the warhorse and the attendants exhibited exceptional quality.
Atop the leading white horse was a young man in his twenties, dressed in a gold velvet suit.
He had a square face, with eyebrows like swords and eyes like stars, and a long sword hung from his waist.
While he had not spoken, he exuded a majestic presence.
Even without knowing his identity, his noble air was palpable.
Lance.
The Crown Prince of the Oville Empire, Wozworth’s eldest son, and the most likely successor to the next Emperor.
Although, to Qin Chu, Lance did not resemble Wozworth at all—in fact, had they been on Earth, Qin Chu would have strongly recomnded Wozworth get a paternity test to see if he’s not being cuckolded.
Even though Qin Chu was summoned by the Thirteen Sages of the Sky Do Continent to beco a hero destined to save the realm, Lance’s expression was still one of arrogance, without even dismounting his horse.
His brown eyes swept over Qin Chu with the cruelty of a wolf, his hostility and murderous intent towards the hero barely concealed.
His strength was formidable.
Though not on par with Rose Vesper’s level, he was nearing 80, likely even stronger than what Nicholas had inford Qin Chu.
"So you are Qin Chu..." His voice dripped with disdain coming from soone who bore the most noble blood of Oville, justified in his pride.
As it happened, during the welcoming banquet upon his arrival, many mbers of the royal family were present, except for Lance.
After all, the oracle of the Holy Court declared that the Holy Daughter was to beco the lover of the hero.
For Lance, who was smitten with Rose Vesper, Qin Chu must have been the last person he wanted to encounter.
Perhaps because the First Generation Brave appeared gentle and elegant, which to Lance seed non-threatening, he didn’t regard Qin Chu, a Second Generation Brave Warrior, as a significant threat, not really taking him seriously.
While Qin Chu defeating Horn did surprise Lance, it wasn’t enough to make him view Qin Chu as a rival.
The fact that the hero had only been in this world for a few days was highly deceptive; even with Horn’s sorry state right before their eyes, it was difficult to believe the hero possessed considerable strength. They would even look for other explanations, such as the hero’s sneak attack or Horn’s carelessness.
For Lance, who grew up prideful and pampered, this was especially true; he would never admit Qin Chu was his superior.
However, Lance seed to forget that even his father Wozworth had to be polite in front of Qin Chu.
Qin Chu was not angered by Lance’s rudeness; rather, the image of Lance laughing maniacally on the execution platform had already begun to surface in his mind.
Even though Lance was not the mastermind of the accusations against him, the very fact that Lance laughed the loudest ant Qin Chu was prepared to teach him a lesson.
The more this happened, the more gentlemanly the smile on Qin Chu’s face beca, "That would indeed be !"
"You and Rose Vesper left the Imperial City for eight days. What did you two do?" Lance’s eyes had narrowed into slits.
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