The Black Market - Chapter 185

‘This guy is strong and he should be as strong as the Beast King. Too bad that this amount of power is nothing in front of the current of me.’ Cale muttered in his heart as he created a distance between him and Amro.

He then performed the Second Sword Movement of his Devil Arcanum Sword Movement, the Thousand Sword Slash under the stunned eyes of Amro.

One thousand clones with similar appearance as Cale appeared out of thin air.

Amro was shocked at the sudden turn of events. He wasn’t there during the battle against the beast tide, so he didn’t know the limits of Cale’s strength. He thought that Cale might have won due to a stroke of luck or it must have been a moment of negligence on the Beast King’s side. He never would have thought that Cale had the strength to overwhelm him.

With the materialization of Cale’s countless clones, Amro didn’t know how to respond. He just hovered in midair with a dumbstruck expression on his face.

“What the hell is this kind of skill?! Which one is real?!” Amro shouted with a multitude of emotions. He felt fearful, bewildered, and he also felt slightly regretful.

“If death is the only road for me, then I might as well drag you to hell together with me! Kill!” Amro roared like a severely injured wolf at the end of its rope! It was also at this moment that the beasts would reveal their most vicious fangs!

Cale’s expression did not change after seeing Amro’s current raged state. A dying wolf was still a wolf at the end of the day and it could never kill a dragon…

A thousand clones attacked at the same time, creating a shockwave that almost split space. An earth-shaking sound reverberated within Blue Cloud City and even the neighboring cities heard it from afar.

The army of the Celestial Sword Empire and the Blood Shadow Army covered their bleeding ears with contorted expressions on their faces. Just the resulting shockwave of Cale and Amro’s fight caused the low-level experts to be slightly injured!

Amro tried his best to deflect most of Cale’s strike, but he still received heavy injuries.

He clutched his sword tightly while gritting his teeth in pain. He was now in a sorry state with dozens of sword cuts all over his body. ‘F_u_c_k!’ He cursed in his heart as he cast a wary glance at Cale.

Cale indifferently stared at Amro while slowly hovering towards him.

Amro was now shaking in pain, but he did not release his grip on his sword. He pointed his sword’s tip towards Cale while looking at his movements with ragged breathing.

Cale then disappeared from his spot and reappeared behind Amro like a ghost. The latter felt Cale’s presence behind him, so he slashed his sword towards the direction where he felt Cale’s presence.

“Whoosh!” His sword strike slashed an empty air, and there was no shadow of Cale at all. He then felt a strong hand grasping his right shoulder tightly, making him freeze in shock.

Amro felt that he could not extricate himself from the grip and he could only turn his head slowly at him.

Amro saw Cale’s indifferently calm expression as the latter grasped his shoulder firmly. His face turned into that of horror and he even temporarily forgot the pain all over his body.

“Third Prince, you could have made the Celestial Sword Empire an even stronger force with your talents and wits, but you made the worst decision in life.” Cale coldly stated as he looked at Amro squarely.

“Duke Cale, I have never regretted everything I did! As I grew older, I realized that my ambitions were far greater than what I possessed at that moment! And in order to achieve my ambitions, I have to sacrifice some things! Everything should have happened as I had planned, but you… You!” Amro could not continue his words as he spatted mouthfuls of blood. His silhouette swayed in midair as his elemental essence slowly decreased.

“So just because of your ambitions, you’re willing to sacrifice your second brother? You even poisoned your father and caused major losses to the Celestial Sword Empire by stealing a lot of things from the imperial treasury!” Cale spoke in a slightly louder tone.

“Of course! Sacrifices are necessary if you want to achieve something greater in life! If you don’t even know how to make sacrifices, then you can only stay forever in mediocrity!” Amro shouted with a ruthless look on his face.

His words resonated deeply inside Cale’s heart. He was right. If one could not even make sacrifices, then attaining what you d_e_s_i_r_e could only remain as a dream.

He had also done the same in his past life. He sacrificed the time meant for himself and used all of it to practice his skills in order to kill more of the Avran people. He rarely socialized with the people from the Earth Alliance and instead went to finish countless missions concerning the Avran Race.

“You’re right, third prince. But you’re also wrong… You have been blinded by your ambitions, making you sacrifice the wrong things…” Cale shook his head coldly.

Amro’s eyes shook as he heard Cale’s words. He then turned his head to look at his father who now had graying hair and a tired look.

He was the strongest expert of the Celestial Sword Empire who had struck fear to countless experts of Shura, but he now looked weary and exhausted despite his calm facade. For once in Amro’s life, a seed of doubt was planted in his heart. ‘Was I really wrong?’

“You can regret everything in your next life, third prince. For now, you should rest for a long time or perhaps… it might be a perpetual rest…” Cale muttered silently as he pointed his sword towards Amro’s heart.

“Puchi!”

Cale’s Void Wolf Immortal Sword pierced Amro’s body effortlessly. Thick amounts of blood gushed out of his body as he glanced at the sword that pierced him with a surprised look. He then turned to look at Cale with great difficulty and he flashed a weak smile before his head hung low with no signs of breathing.

Amro Doomblade, the third prince of the Celestial Sword Empire died at Cale’s hands on the first day of his revolution towards the empire.

Emperor Aventus who hovered at the distance tried to remain calm, but he still felt a slight pang in his heart. Amro was, after all, the product of his blood.

“Rest now, Amro.” He muttered.