Miracle Doctor, Wild Empress: Genius Summoner

Chapter 167 - Killer Prince Ming

Translated by Luxican

Edited by Leighann

The mercenary assessment was over, but the storm caused by it had just started.

A spell scroll that could be sold for thousands of gold coins, while the cost of a blank spell scroll was only 80 gold coins.

With such a profitable deal, there were naturally a large number of people who wanted to have a slice of this.

However, it was soon discovered that the spell scrolls which were purchased were impossible to transcribe.

Once the scroll was ripped, it would immediately spontaneously combust and be destroyed. It was certain that the person who made this spell scroll had anticipated that someone would rip it, and had drawn an anti-copy fire magic array on the scroll.

In this way, the battle during that B-rank Examination at Inaba Mountain became even more mysterious.

Those who had purchased the scroll saw it as a capital to show off, and these days, the most common question that Inaba Mountain's mercenaries asked when they met wasn't an everyday topic such as the weather or what mission they had accept, but instead whether or not you had bought that recording spell scroll.

And then, no one cared anymore about the losers of assessments, Black Guardian.

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Under the starless and moonless night, outside of the Inaba Mountain Mercenary Acropolis, on the wild and boundless plain, where only a few crooked-looking short trees stood.

Hei Er and Hei San knelt on the ground. In front of them, stood a famous man.

The man had his back turned to the two, so, they couldn't see his appearance clearly, but his muscular body emitted a deathly cold, so much so, that the wind of the wild plains became eerily cold.

In the man's hand, he held an open spell scroll, it was a copy of the B-rank Assessment match that transpired two days ago in Inaba Mountain Arena.

As the summoner of Phoenix snuck close to Hei Si and cut off his hands, the man grunted and closed the spell scroll in his hand with a snap.

"That wasn't a remarkable battle technique, it's just a medical technique, the other party is using a doctor's manipulation technique," the man's tone was cold enough to freeze water. His voice fell on Hei Er and Hei San's ears, causing them to shudder.

A doctor's blade handling technique. They were warriors of the Hou Blessing Empire's Dark Battalion, and they had actually lost at the hands of a doctor!

Hei Er and Hei San felt like they had been slapped twice in the face. Their eldest brother was dead, and the fourth was also dead. They didn't even have time to take the corpses with them, they just hastily brought this recording spell scroll with them, in order to find out the identity of the summoner.

They thought that the other party would be some remarkable and famous person or a secret agent sent by the Great Zhou Empire. Who would have guessed for her to be just a doctor!

"You have failed your mission and also exposed yourselves as Hou Blessing Empire spies. What comes next, there's no need for me to tell you, is there?" the man did not leave, and his words were Hei Er and Hei San's death sentence.

Originally, Hei Er and Hei San didn't have to die, but after their identities were revealed, and with this recording spell scroll, if they returned to Hou Blessing Empire, it would be the same as exposing the entire Dark Battalion, so they had to die.

"Prince Ming, please let us brothers go, we've already killed nearly a hundred of Great Zhou Empire's C-rank mercenaries, we already completed the mission given to us by the organization, please!" Hei Er and Hei San begged, trying to find a way to keep living.

It turned out that the man in black was the crown prince of Hou Blessing Empire.

Prince Ming of Hou Blessing Empire, who was famous among the five Great States, had a secret battalion under him, which was the most outstanding spy and assassination agency of Hou Blessing Empire.

Within the battalion, there were fifty first-rate warriors, all of whom were at Martial Sage stage or above, three hundred second-rate warriors at Martial Master or above, and one thousand third-rate warriors at Great Martial Artist or above.

The four Hei Brothers, although all of their cultivation was at no more than Great Martial Artist, were cunning and cruel. In the past four years, they had been aiming to rank up from third-rate warriors to second-rate warriors.

Losing four quasi-second-rate warriors at once was a headache for Prince Ming as well.

"Okay, I'll give you guys one last chance, I'll count to ten, during this times, you guys try to escape, if you're able to, I'll let you live," Prince Ming seemed impatient. As soon as his voice fell, Hei San who had been kneeling on the ground jumped up, running desperately to the open field in the south.

Hei Er, however, continued to kneel on the ground, like a fool and did not move.

Prince Ming didn't even blink, only his low voice counting to ten could be heard, "One, two, ...."

When he reached ten, Hei San had already run thousands of meters away.

At such a distance, unless one was a magician, who could attack from far away, it was almost impossible to kill Hei San. But Prince Ming was a warrior.

A warrior whose cultivation realm was unknown and who had never show-cased his skills to even his own subordinates.

Suddenly, the wind seemed to blow stronger.

Kneeling on the ground, Hei Er didn't dare to raise his head even once.

He could only see Prince Ming's feet.

Suddenly, the feet wrapped in dark boots were gone, and Prince Ming's figure blended into the night.

In the distance, Hei San, who was struggling to escape, burst into a mist of blood as his body was torn in half.

Prince Ming's hand, a hand covered in fine scales, completely different from a human hand, penetrated Hei San's body. Both, Hei San and Hei Er, had been unable to see how he did it.

Even though Hei San had worn heavy battle armor, he was still completely defenseless in front of Prince Ming's attack and was directly torn apart.

Under the dark night, Prince Ming's eyes emitted a scarlet blood light.

His face was also revealed.

It was a cold, manly face with wild black hair.

Prince Ming was like a lone wolf. He casually tossed Hei San's corpse away like a scrap of paper.

"Why don't you run?" Prince Ming didn't immediately kill Hei Er. If he remembered correctly, Hei Er was the most attentive of the four brothers.

"The Crown Prince has successfully fused the blood of the Beast King. Under the universal sky, except for top existences, no one can escape from you, Crown Prince," Hei Er's face was pale, within a few days, he was the only one left of the four Hei Brothers.

Life and death didn't seem that scary to him anymore.

"You're clever, tell me a reason to spare you," Prince Ming's hands, soon returned to normal, a pair of elegant, noble hands.

"This subordinate knows that he has disgraced Hou Blessing Empire and deserves to die. But when this subordinate went to Inaba Mountain this time, he also met someone, he's sure His Royal Highness would be interested in," Hei Er licked his dry lips, trying to make up for his mistake.

"What person?" This seemed to have aroused some of Prince Ming's interest.

"Early Ju Empire's King, Shen Feng," said Hei Er, ripping open a wound on his forehead, a wound that had been left after he had been attacked with a rock in the arena a few days ago, a wound that still held some traces of elven magic.