"That...a little bit of writing, literary processing."

d.d stopped talking, showed an awkward and flattering smile, and waved his hand unnaturally:

"Hehe, if it doesn't happen next time, it won't happen next time..."

Only then did everyone turn around.

Thales breathed rapidly.

He stared intently at the royal guard logistics officer with a respectful expression in front of him, his opponent, Piroga.

The other party was obviously experienced and very particular about the strength. The pain only appeared outside the skin and dissipated after a while.

But……

Thales pressed his left leg angrily.

"It seems that you don't know the meaning of this lesson, right, Your Highness?"

Mallos' words sounded just right, his voice was as usual and his tone was calm:

"Although we are not as superstitious about force as the Yankees..."

"But a prince who is widely rumored to have poor martial arts skills and cannot touch a sword is the future of the Kingdom of Stars?"

Thales' hand holding the sword hilt couldn't help but tighten.

Damn it.

"This is not good, Your Highness."

Mallos looked a little cold.

"Not good."

As soon as these words came out, the royal guards looked at Thales differently.

"Or go all out," Mallos's words rang in his ears:

"Or, just don't touch the sword in the first place."

"Be a prince who is safe and sound in his carriage."

Damn it!

The prince's brows became more and more serious.

Damn Mallos.

Does this guy have a grudge against me?

And he happens to be my personal guard captain - for the sake of the sunset, what an international joke!

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, Thales breathed evenly and stepped on his left leg.

He stared at Piloga in front of him, knowing that in front of the full Star Lake Guards and under the words of Mallos, he had to come up with something.

Otherwise it’s not just Fuxing Palace…

Even the Mindis Hall...

Thales shook his head to get rid of distracting thoughts and turned his attention to the opponent in front of him.

Piloga moves very quickly, swings his sword very sensitively, and has his own way of dealing with frontal attacks.

Then...

Following his master's call, the sins of Hell River rose up from his body.

Thales stared at Piroga closely and felt the power slowly filling his body.

Use a twist of fate and a feint to lure him out of position, and then deliver the decisive blow?

Or use the finishing power of the Burning Knight to strengthen physical contact and attack hardness?

If it doesn't work... just try to use Sak'el's style, use his Chaos Army, try to observe Piroga's movements, and turn that into your own advantage?

Thales thought hard.

No, Thales.

The prince shook his head to himself in his heart.

It can't be too obvious.

Otherwise, how should we explain the twists of fate, the thousands of armies of chaos, and the sparkling finishing power of the Burning Knight?

Am I infected by them?

What's more, sometimes there are sins in the prison river...

Thales thought of the training sessions in the Palace of Heroes.

Sometimes, I can't control it.

Thales took a deep breath and made up his mind.

He only needs the most ordinary, preferably physical increase without any terminating power, and that's enough.

The sin of the Hell River spread methodically up his legs, arms and fingers.

Thales closed his eyes and let this power slowly cover his whole body.

Piloga narrowed his eyes and stared at the prince in confusion.

Amid the whispers of the royal guards, Mallos's expression changed slightly as he had been paying attention to Thales.

This is……

In Thales's body, the sin of the Hell River was like a beast that had not emerged from the gate for a long time, taking steps forward with a low roar.

Just some power, some speed, some precision, some control...

The prince tried his best to suppress the fighting spirit and impulse that arose, and at the same time stabilized his mind and body.

Just something that won't arouse suspicion.

The sin of the Hell River violently and dissatisfiedly impacted his body, just like a beast scratching at the cage, but the cage owner's mind was so firm that the beast could only follow Thales's call and move towards where it should go.

Be more uniform, more balanced, more comprehensive.

Just let him...

Thales opened his eyes gently.

let him……

The next moment, the gravel behind Thales' boots trembled and exploded!

Amidst the exclamations of the audience, the young man rushed out several feet away like an arrow from a string or a flood from a dike.

Appearing in front of a shocked Piloga!

Mallos's eyes lit up.

That's right, this is what you want.

little Prince.

Thales gritted his teeth, and the sin of the Hell River was excited in his body, roaring crazily.

Footsteps, shoulders, arms, sword tips.

The four points of his body are connected in a line, focusing on the most surging strength.

Eventually it turned into a flash of sword light.

Go straight to the opponent's chest and abdomen!

At that moment, it seemed like time slowed down.

"I--" Doyle stretched out his hand to resist the flying gravel and spoke in shock, but he could only shout out a single syllable in this stunning moment of sword movement.

Glover only had time to frown halfway.

The expressions of the royal guards seemed to be frozen, changing into surprise, doubt and solemnity at that moment.

But Thales, who had already experienced it, knew that this was just an illusion after he became faster.

And next.

Thales' eyes converged with the tip of his sword.

Point directly at your opponent.

And before his eyes, in the slowed down time, Piloga opened his mouth wide in surprise, and slowly, as fast as he could, he raised his arms and swung his sword.

Trying to resist the prince's attack.

To withstand this terrifying blow, the speed, explosion, strength, and accuracy have all reached a new level.

But Thales knew it was too late.

Piroga didn't have time to dodge, or even complete the blocking posture.
To be continued...