<h4>Chapter 43: Impressive!</h4>


    nk!


    Shling!


    In no time, the room was filled with the sounds of swords shing and furniture breaking.


    "I could have killed you right away, but before that, I will like to taste you nicely, Prince of Griven," the general said while attacking and defending himself from An''s sword moves. Although he was older, it could be seen that his attacks were swift and ferocious. He did not even look intoxicated.


    An was thinking about when did the Thevailes general realize his identity. Could it be that he had given himself away during the banquet, or worse, did Giles Seeiso already know that enemies infiltrated the fortress?


    "You will soon regret keeping me alive then," An countered as he continued to give a tough fight to the old general.


    Giles Seeiso was a skilled general who had served his entire life fighting with swords on the battlefield. Among the many shes, Thevailes had against Megaris; his troop was one of those that gave Megaris a headache. An knew he was not easy to deal with.


    On the other hand, An was the First Prince of Griven, and he had served in the military before he was officially appointed the Crown Prince. Not only that, as Drayce''s friend, he had sparred way too many times with the fiercest fighter of Megaris. Although An had less actual fighting experience, his swordsmanship was no less than the general''s.


    m!


    Smash!


    nk!


    The guest room was aplete mess.? There was no beauty in the way they fought; two didn''t mind climbing and jumping over anything to dodge each other''s attacks—the vases broke, the wooden furniture smashed, and even the antiques destroyed.


    The general chuckled. "I''ll make sure you regret evening into my sight once I make you bend in front of me."


    "I''ll make sure the general reaches the height of real pleasure," An countered as he dodged the general''s swift sword move by jumping along the wall. One of his legs kicked the general on his chest to make him move back and lose bnce.


    However, General Giles was quick to recover himself. "Young ones are really energetic, huh?"


    "Better than rotten old bones like yours," Anmented as he prepared to attack again.


    This time, the general dodged his attack and kicked An, heavy enough to make his back collide against the wooden drawer chest behind him. A few more things fell on the floor, only to smash into pieces.


    "Tough nut!" Anmented as he marched towards the general.


    With how messy they were fighting, An knew it was impossible to hope the whole fortress had not heard them fight. Soldiers must have been mobilized to surround the castle. He could only wonder if, at the very least, Drayce managed to reach Abetha''s Crown Prince before mayhem broke out.


    This time, An''s moves were swifter. He managed to close in with the general and hit his mouth with the fist that was gripping his sword.


    General Giles stepped back as he felt a light sting in the front row of his tooth. He spat out a canine tooth coated with blood. The inside of his mouth was covered with blood.


    The general wiped his mouth as he red at An.


    An gave him teasing and mocking smile. "Don''t be angry. Your mouth throws out more shit than your rear. What is bloodpared to shit?"


    "Enough of this child-y now!" the general growled in anger as he lunged towards An once again.


    The more furious this pig became, the more An liked it. But General Giles was not easy to handle, especially now that he was acting berserk due to anger.


    "Take it easy, old man. You might sprain your back."


    An teased, but the angry general continued to attack him with ferocity. An had no choice but to be more careful and evade those angry hacks. The des were shing so hard; they were emitting sparkles with each hit.


    Soon, An overpowered the general, taking advantage of his getting tired due to his reckless outburst. Making someone angry and then defeating themter due to their stupidity was An''s favorite thing to do.


    Thud!


    nkkkk!


    General Giles''s sword fell on the floor, its echo loud inside the enclosed room. The general lost his bnce, only to be kicked in the chest again, and his body crashed on the floor.


    "You don''t deserve to stand in front of me," An said as he pointed his sword towards the general. One reckless move, and he wouldn''t mind piercing his sword through his disgusting body.


    Instead of being worried at his defeat, the general chuckled. "Do you think you can kill me and get out of here? Your friends must have been captured by now."


    An chuckled back. "And do you think we didn''t expect these ancient moves from you? How obnoxious. Or should I call you a fool?"


    The general only nced at An, not saying anything.


    An continued. "No wonder. Your brain must be in that little soldier down there, a tiny brain that can''t think of anything useful."


    The general smirked. "Kill me and then see."


    "Not so soon, general. I have a better n for you." A wicked smile painted itself on An''s lips. "How about I get rid of your little soldier and leave you to get pleasure through your rear alone?"


    General Gilesughed like he heard the funniest joke.


    "You are good with words." Hisughter stopped and the look in his eyes changed into a mocking one. "However you try, you can''t change the fact that you will end up under me tonight."


    The general licked the blood from his hurt lips.


    "Guards!"


    The next moment, the door opened and four tall and robust soldiers entered the room, holding their swords towards An.


    The general looked at his soldiers. "Even if he kills me now, don''t let him leave alive. Bury him with me so that his soul will be disgusted even after death."


    An didn''t go to the general to take him captive as the general took that option away. He could only stretch his arm and prepare for a more thrilling fight.


    The general looked at the calm,posed and still so confident Prince of Griven. Even in the worst situation, the young prince didn''t waver or lose hisposure, as if he was not scared of anything.


    Definitely first ss!


    "Impressive!" the general eximed but his foul mouth couldn''t stop spurting out disgusting words. "Now, I don''t regret keeping you alive. Will be fun to take you to my bedter."


    "In your dream, you pig," An replied as his sight wandered around the door, as if he was waiting for something. Before anyone could react, the next moment, all four soldiers were on the floor as the blood dripped out of their bodies.


    Two swords moved so swiftly, not one of the soldiers knew what had happened before they died.


    One of the deadly swords belonged to the ever-confident An, while the other belonged to a familiar young man with brown hair.


    Unable to move from the floor, General Giles dumbly looked at the corpses of his soldiers, before his shocked gaze moved towards the tall man standing at the door, holding his blood-covered sword to one side.


    "Prince Cian?" the general spoke in disbelief.