Life After Prison by Silencieux
Chapter 1866

Chapter 1866

With his pupils glowing like lightning. Thorold licked the blood from his lips and directed a fierce grin at

Severin.

"Time for you to die!" he shouted, darting right toward Severin. The fluctuations produced by his aura as a level nine royal saint unleashed a terrifying wave of energy, shattering the shield that maintained balance outside the arena. Ferland was momentarily stunned by the sudden development, as the shed was incredibly important to prevent the spectators from getting hurt. Fortunately, he snapped out of his senses right away and promptly redeployed the shield to ensure that everyone else was safe. The shield's near-collapse elicited horror from many spectators.

"Is this Thorold's true strength?"

"Even the shield deployed by a supreme saint from the Grandiuno Sect is crumbling under the pressure!" "Severin's life is in danger,"

"Yeah. It's almost certain that Sevenin will suffer defeat. Thorold's Thunderbolt Constitution was very formidable to begin with, and he seems to be getting stronger the longer the battle goes on!"

Rourie became anxious when he witnessed Thorold's overwhelming aura shattering the arena's shield. Though he had only recently struck up a cooperation with Severin, the Choreaus fortune had taken a turn for the better in that short period.

As a small second tier family that boasted a mere level six royal saint, it was all thanks to Severin that the family made a name for themselves in Nortwo City and was able to associate themselves with more prominent families. Without Severin, the Chorteaus would likely remain an obscure second-tier entity. Rourie did not want to see Severin lose, much less die at Thorold's hand, but the monstrous aura that

Thorold had just produced seemed to suggest a bleak outcome. It was only natural for Rourie to be

worried for Severin.

Wuhlricht and the rest of the group wore a solemn expression, while Diane and the other girls were filled

with concern for Severin.

Inside the arena, Severin shook his head as he looked at Thorold's reckless charge. "You're asking for it, pal!"

Armed with the True-Sun Fist and the Gigantic Hand Crusher, he excelled when it came to close combat. Thorold had relied on the Desolated Thundercloud and launched attacks using thunderbolts-those attacks were somewhat tricky for Severin to handle as his arsenal did not include techniques that were

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combat might be better instead.

Severin brandished his sword as Thorold advanced, unleashing the Rose Petal Rain once again. At the same time, he charged forth like a tiger and used his fists to fashion a radiant seal that resembled the bright sun. The subsequent barrage of punches overwhelmed Thorold, who realized that his judgment

had been impaired by his overwhelming anger.

Each blow that Thorold exchanged with Severin left him feeling increasingly shocked. Severin's strength had surpassed all his expectations. Thorold's desperation continued to intensify as he sensed his waning spiritual power. He roared in desperation, "Die

Severin sneered at Thorold's despair. "Struggling is futile!" He then seized an opportunity to create a palm-

like print in mid-air and struck Thorold with it.

The impact was so strong that Thorold suffered an injury to his internal organs. His ribcage was broken,

and there was a noticeable dent in his chest. The next second, blood spurted out of his mouth as he was sent flying out of the arena. After landing on the ground, Thorold passed out and had no energy to continue the fight.