The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The billowing sword light exuded an intense killing intent, and the surrounding Lawrence family members retreated as they were instinctively terrified.

One of the elders on the high platform abruptly stood, and he showed a surprised expression. “Ashton mastered the Raging Soul Swordsmanship until this level?”

Behind the veil, Jamie's eyes flickered with nervousness, worry, suspicions, shock, fear, and such emotions. She tightly gripped on her armrest until her fingers went pale.

“Tut...” Omas raised his hand as he chortled.

Slap!

A ball of fire exploded on the Flame Sword, and the billowing sword light dispersed instantly. Ashton only felt a strong force following his shoulder to his arm. Then, it shook his entire body until he went numb, and he watched as his Flame Sword escaped his hand.

"How's that possible?!” Ashton roared in anger in his heart.

Not only him, the people around the arena, on the high platform, and behind the veil widened their eyes and mouth. They had never seen such a scene before.

"Didn“t you say you' re great?”

When Omas's voice came, Ashton also heard an ear-splitting sound.

The next second, a loud thud sounded, and Ashton’s body flew out His right cheek was swollen, and there was also a bloody wound similar to his left cheek. He was instantly dumbfounded by the sudden pain on his cheeks. The Earth-Grade martial skill that he was proud of was easily defeated by his opponent's willow stick.

"How is that possible?!”

Ashton’s heart surged with endless rage, and he roared as he glared at Edgar, “I won't let you go!” “Do you only know how to brag? Hurry up and admit defeat. You're wasting my time! Do you know that!” Omas's voice was louder than Ashton’s, and it was deafening.

Not only that, he even took a step forward as he raised the willow stick in his hand, drawing it at Ashton’s head and face.

It seemed as if Omas attacked and whipped Ashton randomly, but even the fifth-stage True Martial Realm Ashton was struck each time. He could not avoid it at all!

Ashton raised his hands, wanting to block himself. Soon, a loud slap could be heard, and his arm bled. Ashton wanted to retreat, but his legs were immediately whipped until they bled.

A swooshing sound came when he tried to turn around and escape, and his shirt tore open. Then, Omas whipped at his back twice, and the blood trails on his back formed an X.

“You're wasting my time, b*stard!” Omas did not plan to let go of Ashton, and he continuously hurt Ashton’s ego.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Omas raised the willow stick and whipped at Ashton until his head was swollen. His face was so bloody and bruised that his handsome appearance before was completely gone.

“Wasting my time!” was initially Ashton’s contempt for Jamie. However, Omas used his ability to mock him back. At that moment, Ashton could not accept such a colossal blow, and after a few more whips, he forgot to block himself. Soon, Ashton’s shirt was torn and tagged from Omas's attack, and his body bled everywhere. In the end, Ashton appeared worse than a beggar by the street.

All the Lawrence family members present were stupefied by what they just witnessed, and they felt their minds went blank.

No matter how they put it, Ashton used to be the Lawrence family's best talent. Needless to say, Ashton’s skill and strength were strong enough, but who would know that Omas's ability was much better than Ashton, better than what everyone imagined.

Currently, Omas only needed a willow stick to whip at Ashton. However, Ashton did not even have the strength to fight back.

Keith's face turned livid. When he saw Ashton was once again whipped by Omas and whirled on the ring like a top, Keith could not hold it any longer, and he fiercely slapped the back of the chair as he screamed, “Your willow stick is problematic!”

Omas burst into laughter. Next, he aimed the willow stick at Keith and threw it toward him. Swoosh!

It directly nailed on the wooden panel between Keith's feet.

There was still some fresh fluid on the verdant willow stick’ s fractured tip, and it was evident that it was just plucked not long ago.

Keith's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, but he still could not accept such a reality. When he saw Omas raising his hand and wanting to slap at the dazed Ashton, Keith could not remain his cool anymore. He ignored the competition rules, hurriedly stood, leaped onto the ring, and blocked Ashton behind him.

Keith glared at Omas and shouted, “Stop, you b*stard!"

Omas remained indifferent, and as if Omas did not hear Keith's word, Omas directly pushed away Keith and slapped Ashton. The slapping sound echoed in the air. Soon, one could see Ashton spat out a mouthful of blood and teeth as he flew out like a long javelin. Finally, he fell outside the ring. No one would have expected that their family's trials would end in such a way. Furthermore, Ashton, the most promising genius, did not even have the strength to fight back, but he was beaten and flew out of the ring just like that. His tragic end was worse by hundreds of folds compared to Yoel! Keith quivered with anger, and he pointed at Omas and roared, “Why must you hurt him?! I asked you to stop! Why did you hurt him?!"

Omas's expression gradually became solemn, and he turned to Keith. “If I'm not mistaken, Ashton said he wanted to kill me.”

"He's just saying, and he’s not going to do that, but you hurt him! You continued to hurt him when I asked you to stop!” Keith flew into a rage, and his face was twisted.

"Am I supposed to wait until I'm killed before I wait for you all to seek justice for me?” Omas stared at Keith with an icy gaze, and he uttered word by word, “Will you do that?”

“You! You dare to talk back! There must be a problem with you! I get it now! There must be a problem with you!” Keith appeared as if he realized something, and he pointed at Omas as he shouted, “Tell me! Who ordered you to hurt Ashton! Ashton is an actual fifth-stage True Martial Realm warrior, so how could you win against him! You must have taken some type of drugs, or perhaps someone arranged for you to hurt the Lawrence family! Someone, come over and capture this man! I want to torture and interrogate him until he admits who's the mastermind behind him!" Keith's continuous roaring immediately made several people leap into the ring from below. The leading man was Yoel's father, Frank.

As his resentment multiplied from what just happened, Frank looked at Moana fiercely. “Moana, there must be something up since you defeated the fifth-stage True Martial Realm Ashton! Don't blame us for being merciless! Everyone, attack!”

Under Frank's command, those family members who were usually close to Keith ignored James and the elders, and they all rushed toward Jamie.

“Ha!” When he saw them running toward him, Omas was still smiling. However, there was a layer of frost in his gaze. “Is Ashton the only fifth-stage True Martial Realm warrior? I think your brain must be malfunctioning. You have not seen an actual fifth-stage True Martial Realm warrior!”

Omas shouted the last few words. At the same time, a violent wave of air escaped from his body like a dragon flying to the sky and like a god descending into the world.