Chapter 218
There were all kinds of criminals kept in the holding cells of the capital. Thieves, robbers, drunkards…
All of the cells, hundreds of them, were nearly full. Most of the criminals had been caught on that very day.
Since the capital was extremely busy those days, public security had become the most urgent issue. The dynasty had deployed thousands of soldiers to patrol.
As the captain of these soldiers, Gao Xiong had great authority, as well as heavy responsibility.
“Captain, the fights of the top twelve will start soon. So will the duel between the Third Prince and the masked man. Aren’t you going to watch?” his subordinates tried to get in his good graces.
“Yeah, I’m going to start my shift there with my team. Any problem if I leave you in charge of things here?” Gao Xiong said.
“Trust me, captain. Just go. I’ll take care of things here,” the deputy captain guaranteed him. Something occurred to him all of a sudden. He said, “Captain, the savage people we just brought here are all being kept in one cell. It’s too hot in there so they might faint. Shall we…”
The Third Prince smiled disdainfully. The fist power erupted again and smashed all of the flagstones into pieces. The masked man’s feet were trapped by his power.
“I’ll crush all of your hopes with one punch!”
At almost the exact same time, the Third Prince darted towards him. The power from his feet fractured the ground, sounding like thunder. His body moved like lightning. He went up to the masked man extremely fast.
“Fist!”
His raised arm carried tremendous power. A small light disk with runes that no one could understand appeared on his fist.
“Gorgeous!” the spectators exclaimed.
The holy yuan was all over his body. He didn’t have to convert it at all. This made his attack extremely powerful, almost irrepressible.
Bang!
With a blare, his fist punched against the masked man’s spiritual sword, which the latter hadn’t yet drawn out.
It was a class-four spiritual sword. The punch had dented it so it was shaped like a crescent moon. The blade and the sheath were stuck together, which made it impossible for the masked man to draw the sword out.
However, while the spectators were still in shock of the Third Prince’s punch, which had destroyed the class-four spiritual sword, they suddenly realized the masked man had managed to take this fist attack!
One of his hands grasped the handle of the sword, while the other was grasping the tip. The muscles of his both arms were bulging, his feet sunk into the ground. He hadn’t flown off the ground as others had expected.
“Impossible.”
The Third Prince was surprised. He had thought the masked man would have spit a gallon of blood after being punched by him, and he had planned to torture the latter after that.
He had planned to show those who hated him how they would end up if they opposed him, which, in his mind, was like opposing God!
He hadn’t expected the masked man to be able to take it.
It was like a large man had tried to punch a three-year-old kid, and the kid had stopped him with his slim arms.
“Third Prince, it’s time for me to kill you.”
This time, Jiang Chen stopped keeping his voice low, saying it in his normal voice instead.
“What?!”
The Third Prince was totally shocked, feeling like he had seen a ghost. He kept stepping back unconsciously.
“You! Who the heck are you?!” the Third Prince shouted.