Chapter 63: Wolf vs dragon (2) (1/2)

<<Third phase: Godspeed>>

What did it feel like to be hit by a punch at the speed of the sound?

Sol just tasted the answer.

BOOOOMMM!!!!

Rumble!!

The entire Colosseum trembled as Sol was propulsed like a rocket before hitting the wall and becoming embedded in it.

*Cough* *Cough*

Even as his vision was obstructed by the debris of the wall and his mind slightly blacked out, he didn't know whether he should be amazed by the fact that Setsuna reached sonic speed or the fact that he didn't die under that hit.

'Sigh. My situation is becoming increasingly worse.'

He debated using his mirror dimensions but ultimately decided against it. This was a trump card he wanted to use for truly dangerous matters. Like the war for example. Keeping it a secret was for the best.

'Well, since she used magic then I guess I can use intent now.'

Exhaling a little, he firmed his resolve. His own intent was still a little weak and not complete because of his lack of experience, but it didn't matter. After all, he had something else to support him.

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*Rumble*

The crowd fell silent as they observed the debris under which the prince was under. At first, they thought that he would come out blazing, but as time went past, it seemed incredibly clear that he was out cold.

They didn't know whether they should cheer for the Gladiator queen or cheer for the display of power the prince showed just after awakening.

But, just as the referee was about to give the signal, they all felt it.

Something dangerous was about to happen.

This was their primal instinct screaming from the bottom of their hearts.

Flee.

Don't look.

But none of them listened to this instinct. Some because of their curiosity, others because of the confidence in their skills.

It was then, a hand came out of the debris before the prince, covered in dirt and blood came out.

Despite his rather embarrassing situation, no one was in the mood of joking.

Because they could all hear him clearly murmur as mana filled his voice.

<<Tyrant intent: Dragon Fear.>>

Intent was a will. A determination to reach a certain result. People could use different intent at very low levels, but to truly bring this intent to the maximum, they had to understand and experience.

Killing intent needed the user to be used to killing.

Sword intent needed the user to reach an mastery of sword art.

As for King's intent, the user must have the experience of standing above the mass.

For Sol, even though he was the crown prince, he didn't have the demeanor of a king. This is where his dragon blood intervened.

Dragon fear was a kind of intent every dragon possessed. Though Sol as a hybrid couldn't use the power of Dragon fear easily, by fusing those two intents he reached a surprisingly good result. A mutation of sorts.

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The moment Setsuna heard those words, even though she didn't understand the effects of the intent Sol was using, she already decided to attack him first. But,

[You mongrel. Bow in front of the king]

It was like the voice of a god above commanding her, stalling all her movements.

She was already about to kneel before understanding what was happening. Even more so, the very idea of refusing his order made a deep fear attack her heart. She felt as if she would die the moment she refused.

Right now, Sol wasn't a benevolent king who would sacrifice himself for his subjects. He was a tyrant who would use them for his selfish needs.

The sole result of fighting back was-death.

'Incredible!'

Setsuna gasped in amazement. As she felt the effects of this Intent.

'Even though it's weaker than that man, the potential behind it is out of the norm.'

Fighting back against the need to kneel, she stood back with difficulty, her breath ragged. Even keeping her Godspeed seemed way harder than normal.

'Even though I can fight against the order, all my abilities are basically restricted. I can't even use more than 70% of my full strength.'