<h4>Chapter 886 - The Showdown</h4>
Winston smiled cruelly at Ulrich andunched a brutal attack on him.
Hah!
He could almost taste victory.
Ting.
"Brother, you didn’t think that I would be able to make it far, did you.
We were born just a day apart, so why are you father’s favourite?
What makes you better qualified than I?
Tch!
If father saw this scene now, he would finally know how mistaken he was to think that you could be better than me in any more.
You were just born ahead of me by a day, and that is and will always remain your only advantage."
Ulrich, who was acting weak, now straightened his shoulders and smiled before blocking Winston’s attack.
Ting.
"Well, in fact, I too think that in terms of raw strength, you’re slightly tougher than I am.
But when ites to using your head, not so much."
"You!"
.
Ting.
Both parties repelled each other, and Winston red so much that if it were possible, steam would’ve busted out of his ears and nostrils from pure rage.
Ulrich chuckled and smiled yfully.
"Do you really think that I’m surprised that you made it this far?
In fact, if you didn’t, then I would’ve been disappointed in you.
Unlike the rest, I expected you to be mystpetitor.
And just as predicted, here you are."
Winston’s pupils widened in shock: "You knew?"
Ting.
Ulrich blocked Winston’s attack again.
"Yes, brother, I knew.
I mean, throughout these years, it was apparent to see that you always wanted the crown.
So it was easy to conclude that you’d try pulling something today."
Ting.
"Hmph.
As you said, that’s easy to predict.
So don’t always assume that you know everything.
That’s one of the most annoying things about you!"
Ting.
Once more, they repelled each other, pushing themselves a bit further apart.
Winston felt like it was impossible for Ulich to know everything.
Did he know that he was the culprit that poisoned father?
Did he know that most of the officials were on his side?
Did Ulrich know that he had an army on the way here?
No, he did not.
Because if he did, he wouldn’t have been calm all this while.
He was only making small-talk to belittle him.
This was one of the many reasons why he and Winston were like fire and ice.
One had an extremely fiery temper, and the other was chilled.
And what he hated the most was that growing up, Ulrich would always seem well behaved to father and make him look like aplete fool.
Ulrich had been calling him ’idiot’ since they were little, and he had always wanted to prove that he was better than the bastard who thought he was more intelligent than him.
The guy was just too hateful.
There was no way he knew everything.
Yes, he only said so to intimidate him.
Thinking like this, Winston scoffed.
.
"Do you think that getting into my head will make me lower my guard?
Heh.
No matter what you say, the oue would be the same."
Ting.
"Yes, you’re absolutely right.
The oue will be the same with me killing you."
"SCREW YOU!"
"Idiot."
"Don’t you dare call me that!"
Ting.
"Why?
Aren’t you one?
Or don’t you want to recognize your faction anymore?
I’ve always said that you’re the king of idiots.
So why don’t you hold on to that crown so that after you lose, you’ll have something that makes you feel better in the end."
"F*** off!"
Ting.
"Language brother,nguage.
Is this how you were raised?
Tsk.
You’ve really disappointed me.
Oh well, I expected nothing more from an idiot."
"Ahhhhhh.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you."
"Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot."
Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting.
The duo shed their swords severally, with one person remaining calm while the other wanting nothing more than to chew the person before them into tiny bits.
Ulrich observed Winston’s reaction time and realized that the book was slowing down without even realizing that he was.
Good.
Soon, he’ll be able to end this once and for all.
His eyes flickered with a murderous light as he dashed forward and shed towards Winston’s head.
Swish.
Cold seat formed on Winston’s forehead after barely dodging the attack.
Why was Ulrich so strong all of a sudden?
He gritted his teeth and stepped back a little.
But how could Ulrich let him rx?
Like an unshakable force, he began pounding Winston non-stop.
Winston’s hands trembled whenever he blocked the attack.
And for the first time since they began the battle, he didn’t feel very confident in winning again.
Nheless, he refused to give up when he was this close to winning.
After Ulrich went down, won’t he be the victor?
.
Winston struggled and gave it his all.
But it was just that Ulrich had been prepared for this moment for too long.
The force from Ulrich’s attack was too great for Winston’s already trembling hands to bear.
Shwring.
Winston’s sword fell to the ground and Ulrich smiled victoriously.
"Brother, when you die, say hello to father for me."
With that, Ulrich lifted his sword in an attempt to finish him off.
But just as he was about to do so, something happened that knocked him and a few others back.
Ahhhhhhhhh.
A terrible, mysterious force sent those closest to the door flying backward, pushing the rest in a strong dominos effect.
Some ended up identally dying, taking up attacks that weren’t meant for them, while others thanked whatever saved them during these final moments.
In fact, from where Ulrich was, he didn’t feel the force and all this time, his attention had been on Winston.
All he knew was that some morons flew into him, ruining his chance to kill Winston.
Son of a b**ch!
This was not in his calctions.
Who were those responsible?
There were bodies on him.
One identally died from his sword, while the others were still alive.
They happened to justnd on the first guy who died.
What’s the meaning of his?
The feeling of having hisment rubbed from him made him so pissed that he became overly emotional that invisible tears almost streamed down his cheeks.
He wanted nothing more than to kill those responsible.
Who?
Who was it?
Who took away his moment?
Come out now!