I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 120

Chapter 120

Episode 120

The main mansion of the Dark Maga.

A particularly splendid and large room within the magnificent mansion, as if showing off the prestige of the Barron family.

It was Ashed’s residence.

“…….”

A heavy silence fell over the room.

In the past, all kinds of minions would come and go, bustling about, but now no one came to Ashed.

‘Damn it, because of that Christian guy.’

Ashed was gritting his teeth.

The reason he was so isolated was because of the trial.

Although he lost the hearts of the people by showing his ugly side, Ashed blamed everything on Christian.

‘There’s not much time left. It’ll be over if I cut off Christian’s head during the referee duel today.’

Most of his followers have turned their hearts toward Christian.

But you’ll find out soon enough.

That they made a foolish choice.

‘Christian, I will never kill you kindly.’

Ashed repeated eerily.

I wasn’t nervous at all.

He’s a 4 star.

He is a 5 star.

You can win by playing with bugs.

Finally, the long-awaited sound was heard.

“Your Majesty, it is time for the duel.”

“okay.”

Ashed stood up from his seat.

I followed the servant through the hallways of the mansion and arrived at the duel venue, the martial arts studio.

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Countless mines had already taken up positions in the training ground.

The sentry, Mine, announced the protagonist’s appearance.

“This is Prince Ashed!”

Sigh, the training ground became quiet.

Ashed wiggled his eyebrows.

Originally, it would have been followed by cheers like a firework.

But now, everyone was just giving me cold stares.

‘Everyone will regret it.’

Ashid bowed briefly to Marquis Langham, who was sitting on the judgement seat above, before entering the arena.

Then he raised his sword high in his hand as if to show everyone.

A pillar of darkness rising up like a fireball.

The audience in the stands were shaken by the black iron that was displayed ostentatiously.

I saw with my own eyes that Ashed had truly ascended to the Elder class.

‘This is not a 5-star Jin who has mastered the Black Sword in a half-hearted manner, but a real, proper Elder Class.’

‘Can Prince Christian really win?’

The minesmen thought with dark expressions.

Most of the people in this place were rooting for Christian.

At the last trial, Ashed abandoned those who followed him, while Christian protected those who were his enemies.

How can one not cheer for such a great person?

But no matter how positively I thought about it, the odds of winning seemed slim.

There were even people who thought like this.

‘If Prince Christian is in danger of losing his life, I will intervene even if it means breaking the law.’

These were the people whose lives were saved by Christian during the trial.

Of course, it was a felony for an outsider to intervene during a referee duel.

But a life that almost died because of Ashed.

I survived thanks to Christian, so I want to help Christian in some way.

At that moment, a soft voice was heard.

“Is Christian here yet?”

Everyone was startled and stood up from their seats.

“Meet the lord!”

Nogaju has appeared.

Marquis Langham, who was on a high throne, also came down and knelt.

“What about the master?”

“Kekeke, don’t worry about it. This old man just came to look around.”

Nordian added a word.

“This is a duel between disciples that I recently acquired, so shouldn’t I come and see it?”

“!!”

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The intestines were filled with shock.

Are you the disciple of Gaju?

who?

At that moment, the mines saw Ashed.

But soon everyone shook their heads.

There was no way it could be Ashed.

‘Then, could it be that Prince Christian is the Master’s disciple?’

‘This is the first time!’

There are many who have received Norse teachings.

However, not a single one was recognized as a disciple, because no one met the strict Norse standards.

The men nodded, thinking that Christian was worthy of being Nordian’s disciple.

‘Prince Christian is definitely worthy of the Master’s attention.’

‘From talent to character, everything is perfect.’

Meanwhile, Ashed’s face turned red.

‘That damn Christian.’

actually.

As a child, Ashed wished to become Nordian’s disciple.

But the Norse took one look at Ashed’s qualities.

‘You are not worthy of my teachings.’

After that, Nordian never looked back at Ashed again.

Maybe it was from that time.

An inferiority complex took root in Ashed’s heart.

Ashed gritted his teeth and said something he would never have imagined.

“Your Majesty, may I ask you for one favor?”

“What is it?”

“If I defeat Christian today, will you not accept me as your disciple instead?”

Everyone in the room looked surprised.

Even if you are Ashdra, how dare you ask such a favor of Nogaju?

“Hey kid.”

“…Please speak.”

Norse is indifferent.

So I spoke in a voice that sounded even colder.

“You are being too greedy.”

“!!”

A rejection that doesn’t even look back.

Ashed’s face turned pale.

“More than anything, I believe that the winner of this duel will become my disciple, so your story is not worth considering.”

“…….”

The Norseman went up to the top seat, leaving Ashed behind.

Ashed hung his head in shame and shook his fist.

‘fu*k. Christian, I’m not going to let you stay still.’

Soon it was time for the duel.

But everyone looked puzzled.

It was still Christian.

‘what?’

‘Why aren’t you coming?’

When such doubts are spreading.

“It’s late!”

Christian appeared, out of breath.

Everyone looked surprised.

Christian’s appearance was not usually serious.

“Confucius? Are you okay?”

“Blood?”

Of course, there are no exposed parts to the clothes.

The torn cloth was covered with hideous wounds.

Hardened blood here and there.

His face was pale as if he was on the verge of collapse.

It was only natural that he had come right after fighting the demons at the border and fighting Sherard without any rest.

Meanwhile, the people who didn’t know that Christian had been to the border tilted their heads.

‘What on earth did you practice?’

‘It seems like you’ve gotten stronger than before.’

‘Among the 4 stars… no, closer to the top. And you’re raising the achievement again in just one month?’

The discerning minions looked astonished as they noticed that Christian’s level had risen yet again.

‘But it’s still too much. There’s no way that someone like that could be a match for Prince Ashed, who is an elder class. Especially when he’s so tired.’

Ashed, who had made a similar judgment, smiled bitterly.

“How is it? You look tired, but if you want, I can delay the time.”

“No, I don’t need it.”

Chris shook his head and entered the arena in a pitiful state.

“I’m good enough to deal with someone like you as I am now.”

Ashed’s face hardened.

“You’re out of your mind because you want to die.”

“Oh my, it’s noisy.”

Chris spat out coldly.

“You don’t have the confidence to swing a sword because you’re a fake Elder class that was created through human sacrifice? Stop talking nonsense and rush in like those Union guys.”

“!!”

Ashed rushed towards Chris roughly.

A thick black cloud rose up.

The darkness of destruction descended upon Chris.

“Me, me?!”

“Why don’t you avoid it?!”

The people in the stands shouted in surprise at the sight of Chris staring at the attack without moving an inch.

however.

Chris took up his sword.

A black sword that rises like a flame.

It was a pitch-black black sword with such a pure magic that it was truly admirable.

But it was shabby compared to the black rain pouring down from above.

“Are you thinking of stopping it? That’s reckless. Get out of the way!!”

The only thing that can stop the Black Dragon is another Black Dragon.

No matter how great the Black Sword was, it could not withstand the Black Ganggi.

When everyone was expecting catastrophe.

Bang! Bam!

A loud explosion rang out.

It wasn’t the sound of a black sword breaking.

It was as if two powerful energies had collided head-on.

The unresolved energy spread out around in the form of a circular wave, and everyone in the audience opened their eyes wide in disbelief.

“…Did you stop it?”

“Black steel with a black sword?”

Chris was seen standing there, unharmed.

The sword was neither broken nor injured.

Ashed frowned and shouted.

“What kind of trick did you use?”

“Leftover talent?”

“Yeah, if it weren’t for your talents, there’s no way you could stop the Black Dragon!”

Chris chuckled.

“You don’t even have eyes to see. Well, that’s probably why you had to sacrifice yourself to barely make it to the Elder class. You have no ability or talent, and you’re just greedy.”

“!!”

Ashed swung his sword with an angry face.

As if to not give Chris a chance to use his remaining skills, countless sword strikes fell in the blink of an eye.

A series of sword strikes with both speed and power.

At one time, it was a fierce attack worthy of the most powerful candidate for the Grand Duke.

But once again, the unbelievable happened.

Chris’s black sword swept away all the black energy pouring down like rain.

Without any shaking.

Firmly.

“Wow, is that nonsense?”

“how?”

Everyone looked at the sight in astonishment.

A face that looks as if one is seeing an illusion that cannot exist in reality.

Only a few high-ranking minions noticed the cause of this strange phenomenon.

‘The will contained in the black sword is so strong that it can overwhelm Prince Ashed’s black sword.’

The high-ranking minions were even more shocked when they realized this fact.

In the first place, the black sword cannot have a will.

It’s astonishing that he accomplished the impossible, but how about strengthening the Black Sword to the point where it rivals the Black Steel?

How strong of a will is that?

‘No, it’s not just about equal. Rather, it’s gradually overwhelming!’

Ashed’s complexion was becoming increasingly pale.

The more I clash with Chris’s black sword, the more internal injuries I accumulate.

Something you can’t believe even if you see it with your own eyes.

“this…!!”

When Ashed gritted his teeth and tried to pull up a stronger black energy.

Chris suddenly dug inside.

“Tell me why your black magic can’t beat my black sword?”

Pfft!

He swung his sword.

Ashed’s arm snapped back.

When he swung his sword again, Ashed was pushed back two steps.

A look of being significantly pushed back.

Chris spat in a contemptuous voice.

“Because you are a fake elder class.”

“!!”

FALSE.

It’s half true and half false.

Ashed’s accomplishments are real.

The black dragon is not fake.

But the core was missing.

“What on earth are you determined to do?”

Chris grumbled.

If Ashed had made up his mind firmly.

If it was a properly done elder class, it wouldn’t have been pushed back so badly.

“No, have you made up your mind? What do you have besides terrible greed?”

Ashed’s eyes became bloodshot.

“Shut up!!”

Hwaaaaak!!

The black dragon exploded like crazy.

The vision of the dark magic unfolds next.

Dark magic, type 5.

Chain Black Spear.

A torrent of lightning struck Chris from all sides, as if it were javelins.

Those who were watching opened their eyes wide in surprise at the intense momentum.