Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire
Chapter 295 - 195: Hell’s Son Beating up Everyone_2

Chapter 295: Chapter 195: Hell’s Son Beating up Everyone_2

The battle did not last long, as the Half-Elf Knight was eager for victory and, in a moment of carelessness, was seized by the Bone-armored Giant and pulled down from the air to the ground. When he hit the ground, the battle was declared over.

"Anyone else?"

Releasing the now semi-paralyzed Half-Elf, Hulk lifted his head, looking down at the brilliant talents before him. Although he hit hard, he didn’t deal a fatal blow. Nevertheless, the eyes of the members of the Silver Moon Knights blazed with fury.

However, Hulk’s defeat was inevitable. Even though he possessed the bloodlines of both Hill Giants and Devils, the power of these combined bloodlines did not make him invincible or unstoppable.

At the moment of his defeat, a power stemming from the darkness of the shadows began to envelop him, attempting to take away the spiritless, bleeding giant.

However, the Silver Moon Knights had grown into a well-rounded force, with fewer than twenty members but covering various professions. Immediately, a shadow-savvy Wanderer countered.

"I knew someone would come to assist. I’ve been waiting for you!"

A cold laugh, and a petite girl vanished from the spot, followed by an explosion of combat in the shadow realm.

"Will anyone else come? I’ve heard the Judgement Knight’s Order is quite sizable!"

Although there was more than one member of the Knight Order who could fight in the shadows, no one prepared to interfere in their comrade’s battle. It was both their arrogance and their weakness as geniuses. Their cooperation with each other was almost nonexistent.

"Sigh! You guys really know how to cause trouble for me! I clearly warned you all!"

The light from the Sun had unknowingly dimmed. When realizing something was amiss, and lifting their heads abruptly, they discovered a vast cloud had already obscured the Sun.

It seemed as though night had fallen, yet without any star or moonlight shining. Amidst the dimness, a teenager in black stood in the arena, standing upon the fallen giant’s back.

He seemed to merge with the darkness that had descended upon the earth, omnipresent. The powerful oppression made everyone feel suffocated. Without a command, but prompted by instinct, all members of the Silver Moon Knights drew their weapons or tightened the grips on their magic wands.

The nobles’ guards and the city defense army, who had been watching the spectacle, also immediately tightened the grips on their weapons because the suffocating presence of the suddenly appearing man was too overwhelming, as if plunging into the deep sea.

"Are you Wayne, the leader of the Judgement Knights?"

A glimmer of Dawn Light sparkled in Parvati’s hand. As darkness descended, she became the only source of light.

However, the only hope, upon seeing the person behind the scenes finally emerge, showed no hostility or malice in her eyes—only curiosity and delight—as if a lonely eccentric had suddenly found a similar kind.

"Indeed, it is I, esteemed Princess. Would you allow me to take these two misguided subordinates away? They are not bad people and have not taken the lives of any innocents."

Wayne was slightly startled by the gaze from the famed princess across from him. This gaze was both familiar and strange to him.

He had seen such a light before among relatives who depended on each other. His sickly sister showed that light in her eyes when the brother who worked himself to the bone just for some food returned.

He had seen it many times, yet he never expected anyone to cast such a look upon seeing him, let alone the most noble princess of Atlas Kingdom and the entire Central Earth.

"An illusion? Or a misconception?"

Even for the Hell’s Son, extremely confident in his own perceptive abilities, the noble presence of the one born above all things made him question his own eyes and waver.

"Of course, they are not demons. However, you must first agree to a condition of mine."

Parvati settled the identity dispute over the members of the Judgement Knight Order, endorsing them with her reputation.

Indeed, this was because there was no issue with the members’ identity within this Knight Order.

"What condition? A duel? Little sister, I must remind you, I’ve recently broken through the barriers of the Great Realm. Even with the blessings of the All Gods, you might not be my match."

Putting aside the thought that had just emerged, Wayne displayed his poor attitude under the watchful eyes of everyone—this was his nature,

"You don’t care to be spanked in public like I discipline my sister, do you?"

He was no gentleman but an orphan who grew up in scorn and slander. Even though the Tifflins who raised him treated him kindly and provided a very comfortable material life, it did not fill the void in his spirit.

"Outrageous!"

"Arrogant!"

"Impertinent scoundrel!"

The words had scarcely escaped Wayne’s lips when they provoked the Silver Moon Knight Order’s members to anger. They were all geniuses subdued by Parvati after being personally defeated by her. To disdain Parvati was to belittle them.

"I will battle you!"

A swordsman leapt up at once, piercing the clouds that overshadowed the heavens above with a fierce sword light, making the shrouded Sun shine once more, though regrettably, the golden sunlight was fleeting.

"I believe I’ve made it clear enough. Although focusing on the sword is necessary for your kind of profession, it wouldn’t hurt to use a bit of brain, would it?"

Wayne extended his palm, the fair skin shimmering under the darkened sky, more delicate than the hands of many well-maintained socialites. Yet when such a hand descended, the youth who had dominated five cities was pushed into the ground, sword and all.

"We aren’t even in the same realm anymore. Who gave you the courage to swing your sword at me? The Holy Dragon?"

"Extreme Intent?!"

The atmosphere froze instantly. No one had anticipated that the founder of the Judgement Knight Order, who appeared so young and similar in age to them, could be this powerful, breaking conventional expectations.

"Don’t be afraid. He has only just broken through. He can’t control his power yet. The clouds in the sky are proof—his power is continuously leaking."

"Let’s all attack together. He may not be a match for us."

Soon enough, the youths, who dared to face challenges and boldly wield their swords against the mighty, became enthusiastic. Under Wayne’s surprised, then resigned gaze, these guys actually formed a formation to surround and attack him.

"Geniuses, truly different indeed!"

As Wayne sighed, he took out one youth at a time with his palm,

"Speaking of which, this is my first time bullying weaker peers of my age!"

"Your punches are too soft, lacking vigor. Was this taught by a woman?"

"What kind of spear technique is this? A suicide attack? There’s no variation. Did you learn this from a beastman?"

"Shadow Jump? And you chose this spot to attack me? Do you think this is my weak point? If your master saw your performance, they’d probably feel so ashamed they’d commit suicide."

While Wayne was thrashing the geniuses, he also didn’t miss a chance for sarcastic remarks. Although he directly pointed out their weaknesses and inadequacies, it hardly inspired gratitude but rather anger in every defeated challenger who glared at him.

"Little sister, do you have anything else to say?"

Strolling leisurely, Wayne approached Parvati, and in just a few steps, all the Silver Moon Knight members who had attacked him were already embedded in the ground.

"You haven’t given me the chance to speak, nor listened to my condition, and then you went ahead and defeated all of my followers."

"Uh?"

Wayne was momentarily stunned, instinctively asking,

"What was your condition?"

"I initially wanted to invite you for a cup of afternoon tea, but it seems somewhat inappropriate to bring up such a request now."