The Lost Prince
CHAPTER 172 THE FIGHT IS OVER

The traaang...! The traaang...!

The sound of metal objects clashing against each other was quite deafening when a pair of Hendry's swords hit the iron stick belonging to the Devil Poison Female.

The blow of Hendry's pair of swords was no ordinary blow. Rather it is being channeled by a high inner energy. And not just that time, but many times.

While the two hands of the Demonic Poison Female began to tingle. Signs of his inner power began to be defeated by the power in Hendry.

Plus now it has begun to rarely attack, even at most he fended off Hendry's attack. Until without feeling the beautiful grandmother began to be desperate.

Meanwhile, Zafer began to urge the wiggle room of Black Little by Little. His sword moves more agile and whipped, his movements faster.

So that the Black Golok must follow the rhythm of the Black Hood's swordplay. Otherwise his life would have been quick to drift. Zafer's sword had several times almost stroked his body or greeted his neck.

While Mr. Regulus is really desperate at the moment. His wiggle room was already confined by Aziel's rapidly growing circle of sword intent and his whip swung.

The attack has been dead since. All that could be done now was to fend off and continue fending off. It also has to be done quickly. Otherwise his life had been lost since.

But some of Aziel's kicks and blows lodged in his body were inevitable. As of this moment, Aziel's curved sword swung with a whip. But it can still be repelled by him. As a result, the following cleaver his hand crashed to the right side.

Aziel's movement did not stop there. Quickly his left palm slid into the chest of Mr. Regulus.

But Mr. Regulus was still trying to fend off by raising his left hand crossed in front of his chest.

But what a bitch, Mr. Regulus' left hand just deflects the wind. Because Aziel quickly pulled his palm back. While the sword that was still in the air slid quickly slashing off Mr. Regulus' left hand.

Craaass!

"Akh...!"

Just so Mr. Regulus screamed stifled. Fresh blood flowed straight from his hand. His hand fell straight down.

Aziel did not stop attacking. After breaking Mr. Regulus's hand, his left leg immediately rose rapidly to the chest of Mr. Regulus.

So as to make Mr. Regulus lined up behind a few steps while again screaming stifled.

While Aziel, while Mr. Regulus was lined up backwards, he immediately bounces while swinging his sword up high.

Once it was within range of the attack, the sword was swinging down rapidly about to split over Lord Regulus.

But apparently Mr. Regulus did not just walk away. Tilting his head to the left, he lifted his machete overhead, deflecting the swing rate of Aziel's sword by exerting all the remnants of his inner strength.

The traaang!

The truck!

"Akh!"

So strong was the impact of Aziel's sword, making the great machete Mr. Regulus broke in two. While the sword continued to slide down and split the left shoulder of Mr. Regulus, until the sword Aziel collapsed into the body of Mr. Regulus.

Making Mr. Regulus shock following immediately stiffly stood still while widening his two eyes. While the machete piece that was still clasped in his hand just slipped away with his right hand drooping down.

A few moments later Aziel instantly drew his sword firmly while pressing down. As a result, the tip of his sword tore the length of his chest up to the hull.

Then he pounced hard on the old man's chest until it was thrown back quite far. As soon as his lifeless body fell onto the grassy ground, it toppled several times, then fell silent forever.

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While Zafer seems to be about to finish his fight against the Black Golok. Because the current Black Gauge was already pushed hard by Zafer.

The moustached and thick-bearded old man had already received several kicks and punches from the Black Hood.

While on his body there are already 5 incision wounds and Zafer sword scratches are quite severe. Thus making his body movements no longer agile in fending off or avoiding every Zafer attack.

Until one day Zafer's sword swung strongly and quickly slashed at the neck of the Black Golok from the left.

But despite the painstaking black Golok still trying to lift his machete fend off the deadly attack. His body and fist were pulled back.

The prass!

So strong and hard hit the sword Zafer to make the Golok Hitam cut into two parts. While the speed of Zafer's sword did not stop, it continued to swing until the tip of his sword scratched a bit of the throat of Black Gizzard.

And Zafer just kept spinning fast like a cycle while swinging his sword. So this time the neck of the Black Golok was not only scratched, but completely cut off.

Craaass!

"Aah!"

Black Golok could only sigh shortly as a farewell to the luxuries and pleasures of the world he had left behind. After that he was silent.

But before long his body immediately fell. His head was not far from his body. Fresh blood immediately poured out profusely from the cuttings of his neck.

While some distance away from Zafer's fight against the Black Golok, Hendry's fight against the Demonic Poison Feminine was still ongoing.

The Demonic Poison Female did seem desperate. Not much else did he attack. Instead, more survive.

However, Hendry was quite difficult to defeat the Devil Poisonous Feminine. You see, the beautiful grandmother had a dangerous attack that if Hendry was not careful, he would definitely perish.

The attack was in the form of purple smoke vapor that came out from the mouth of the wolf head statue that was at the end of the staff of the Demon Poison Female. Obviously the steam is a very dangerous poisonous gas.

Plus the left palm of the Demon Poison Female which was indeed poisonous. Just a little bit of the old woman's palm was hit by Hendry, it would definitely be bad.

While every time Hendry was about to slash the left hand of the beautiful grandmother, always protected with a wolf head stick. After that he threatened to remove the poison in his wand.

What an annoying fight! It had already urged the opponent, but it had not been able to kill him yet.

However, Hendry did not give up hope to continue to find out how to defeat the beautiful grandmother without being exposed to deadly poison.

Until one day Hendry fought using only 1 sword, which is his long sword played in his left hand. Also his fighting style and method were changed.

Of course the Demonic Poison Female wondered inwardly, what did that good boy mean to fight using 1 sword?

Hendry's sword swung violently against the Demon Poison Female's iron rod. Almost at the same time his right palm that had been overlaid with magic energy broke into the open chest of the Demon Female Poison.

So the palm of Hendry's hand was half-moving, quickly his left palm greeted Hendry's right hand while smiling triumphantly.

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However, the Devil Poison Female must swallow the bitter poison of disappointment. He was consumed by Hendry's trap.

Because not the beautiful grandmother suspected Hendry very quickly withdraw his attack. Almost simultaneously his sword instantly swung down with a strong, fast, whip. Until finally....

Craaass!

"Aakhs!"

The Demonic Poison Female immediately screamed stifled from the pain, out of disappointment, out of annoyance, out of indignation. He was fooled by a handsome young man whom he had fantasized about dating.

But he did not lose his guard. He quickly thrust the head of his wand with the intention of spitting poison gas into Hendry's face.

However, Hendry who had read the attack immediately swung his sword again to fend off the demonic wand of the Female Poison strongly and quickly. So the stick is tilted to the left and the poison gas is just hitting the air. After that it disappears.

While Hendry, after fending off the Female Poison Demon stick, he turned to the back of the beautiful grandmother quickly while swinging his right hand.

I do not know when to take it in his hand it has been grasped by his short sword in an inverted position. And the sword continued to move until its tip pierced the left back of the Demon Poison Female until it penetrated into her chest.

So this time the Demon Poison Female really could not dwell anymore. Instantly he stood still like a statue while glaring his eyes.

As for Hendry, after pulling his sword from the back of the Demonic Poison Female, his left leg forcefully poked at the nape of the poor grandmother until his bones broke.

While the grandmother tossed in front of him with a swift without screams without life. And fell to the ground in a prone position.

"Phoihi! Finally dead too you, pervert granny!" henry snorted while gushing his saliva. "Almost your poison is ruining my handsome face!"

Almost simultaneously the fight between Hendry and the Demonic Poison Female ended, the fight between the Poet Swordsman and the White Poet was also about to end.

Not too difficult for Gibson in the face of the White Poet. Because he had already faced off against his disciple whom he had sent to the afterlife.

There are indeed additions to those depraved male styles that are not present in the Flower Picker Poet. But he could handle it easily.

Now the White Poet is desperate. There were countless incision wounds and Gibson sword scratches on his body. His clothes were now no longer white, but were already dirty by his own blood.

While the movement is no longer agile and fast. While the tip of Gibson's sword continues to add incision wounds and scratches on his body.

It looks like Gibson accidentally slashed his biological father's body to torture him. Of course, the White Poet is getting more tormented. It made him more afraid of death.

"My son, my son, stop!" said the White Poet with a weak voice in a clear tone. "Punish your despicable father! I promise you I'll make amends and I'll be good to you all my life."

On the verge of his death he still seduced the Poet Swordsman with his charade. But Gibson, who has been grudged with a rusty grudge, would forgive the old man?

"Haha...! Why are you on the brink of death just asking for mercy, Old Man?" gibson said, laughing with anger and grudge. "Where have you been all this time?"

"Know! Even if you ask forgiveness to vomit blood, I will not forgive!"

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After that Gibson swung his sword about to slap the chest of the White Poet. But the White Poet was still able to fend it off even with great difficulty. As a result, his sword immediately slammed to the side. Then regardless of grip and thrown.

While Gibson continued to swing his sword, piercing the old man's right and left shoulder blades. Then the sword moved down and severed the right left knee vein of the White Poet.

Making the depraved poet scream in pain as he fell sagging to the grassy ground. Then he sprawled helplessly, unable to do anything other than just being able to imagine his death.

Gibson took off his sword just like that. The next moment the yellow radiant sword disappeared. Then the handsome young man stared for a moment at the White Poet. Then said cold.

"Now you have been paralyzed, White Poet. Can't do anything anymore. May you then contemplate your sins and ask forgiveness from the Lord of Heaven...."

"I'll take you to the noble lady you once smeared" he continued. "Your fate depends on the woman's generosity...."

"From now on, pray for the poor woman to forgive you."

The White Poet could not say anything as if he were suddenly mute. Can't do anything because other than his whole body hurts, nor can he be moved.

He could only stare at Gibson with a strange glare.

Soon enough, Dhafin, Aziel, and Zafer and Hendry came to Gibson.

"Hey, why haven't you killed him yet?" asked Hendry as if reprimanding.

"I'll take him to someone" Gibson said, trying to calm down. While the pain of his heart still roars.

"Now what, Central Prince?" zafer asked for a decision.

"We go back to the palace first" Dhafin said. "We report first what the saints talked about to His Majesty and the courtiers."

"After that we devised a plan to attack the Black Golok College and the Sakti Palm College" he continued.

"But we finished Gibson's business first."

"What family business?" hendry did not understand.

"You don't have to bother to help me" Gibson said subtly. "I can still take care of it myself. Besides, I didn't take long, just handing the bad guy over to someone."

"You don't say that, Poet Swordsman" said Dhafin. "We are like your brothers. Your problem is our problem too."

"Young Master...."

"Here you go, don't think much" Dhafin said quickly cutting Gibson's speech. "Now bring the White Poet! We just left this place."

After Gibson kept the White Poet in his magic dimension, the five handsome young men left the place.

The night will soon be over. Time is on the brink of dawn.

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