Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End[1-200]

Chapter 43: Something I Have To Do

"Big brother Roel!"

"Die, die! I'll send you to the depths of hell!"

Creeping up on Roel from behind was a bloodied Bron. His suave face was already ruined from being smashed into the table, and there were wooden splinters embedded in his face. His sharp nose bridge, that was once a source of pride, had collapsed downward, and his reddened eyes reflected his berserk state.

Baffling baboons! I have already smashed his head into the table, and he's still able to climb back up?

Roel had underestimated the resilience of an Origin Level 6 transcendent. He didn't think that Bron would be able to recover so quickly from his concussion and silently sneak up on him to stab him.

A searing pain assaulted Roel as Bron plunged his dagger, which was around the length of a finger, into Roel's stomach. In this crucial moment, Roel quickly used Focused Burst to tighten his abdominal muscles while reaching out to hold the blade of the dagger in place.

"Miscreant, you dare use a dagger against me? Are you tired of living?"

"I've been thinking of ways to lure you out and deal with you, but who would have thought that you would come knocking of your own accord—and for the sake of this hideous woman? You sure have made things convenient for me!

"There are too many people here who have harmed you. Do you know what this means? It means that spells won't be able to pinpoint me as the culprit anymore! I'll be able to get away scot-free even if I slaughter you here! You are the sole son of the Ascart House. If I were to end your lineage right now, I'll be viewed as the hero of the Elric House!"

Bron roared furiously as he tried to push the dagger in with all his might.

On the other hand, Roel was doing his best to stop the dagger from piercing any deeper. Even though he had nearly depleted his mana and wasn't able to cast Spell Gloves anymore, he was gripping the dagger tightly in place through sheer tenacity.

A pair of golden eyes met a pair of green eyes, one impassively cold and the other ferociously vicious. Just like that, the two of them wrestled in this life-and-death tug-o-war.

As time went by, Roel's hands began to shake.

The earlier battle caused his left hand to be seared to the point where it couldn't be used anymore, and his right arm was bleeding profusely from holding onto the sharp blade. He couldn't sustain Controlled Breathing anymore, and his mana was down to the dregs. In comparison, while Bron was faring horribly too, his state was at least better than Roel's.

"Hahaha, you have run out of strength now, haven't you? I can feel your grip loosening by the moment!"

Bron mocked coldly as he grit his teeth and pushed the dagger millimeter by millimeter deeper into Roel's stomach, causing blood to spurt out yet again.

A victorious smile had emerged on Bron's face; he was so certain that victory was already within his grasp that he failed to notice the person charging forth from behind.

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This mustn't do. I must help big brother Roel!

The trembling Alicia thought frantically.

The battle had already reached its climax, and Roel and Bron were tussling with one another. In Alicia's view, Bron Elric had already gone completely mad. He was really intending to kill Roel and her.

She knew that she had to help her older brother, but she had no idea what she could do to make a difference.

Despite her powerful bloodline, she was still far too young. She was only at Origin Level 7 at the moment. There was far too large a gap between Origin Level 7 and Origin Level 6, be it in terms of strength, speed, or resilience.