Kingdom’s Bloodline

After the watchman's voice fell, Zoneveld let go of the attack at the right time!

clang!

Thales took the first horizontal chop.

But Zoneved felt something was wrong.

The prince's eyes... seem to be a little floating?

At this moment, Thales was thinking about something.

Thanks to Mallos' explanation, the boy understood something.

No wonder, no wonder Zoneveld feels eerily familiar in his offense.

I see.

This is... a battle in the style of the Northland.

Thales exhaled a breath, filled with - what he thought he would never have - a faint nostalgia for those "beating lessons" in the Palace of Heroes.

In his not long life, but definitely rich combat experience, there are only three people who have really influenced his sword-wielding skills.

One woman and two men.

Among them is the black sword.

In reality, Thales adjusted his footsteps, guarding Zonavide's next sword in the senses of hell.

But his thoughts seemed to be running in another time, in the turbulence of the sin of Hell River.

Heijian, this mere mortal faced magic masters, disasters, inhuman existences like Ashida and Giza, and almost hopeless battles, but miraculously struggled to survive, even relying on his hands A strange sword in the middle cut out the chance of victory abruptly.

Looking back later, every decision, every choice, and every action Black Sword made in the battle, and the superhuman quality and amazing wisdom displayed in it, can deeply shock Thales.

But the opponents Hei Jian faced were too rare to be an example.

However, another person who influenced him deeply...

Thales struggled to block Zoneveld's thrust, and his muscles groaned in pain as the battle became more and more unfavorable.

Meteorites.

Thales thought silently.

right.

Seri Nikolai, the guy who was cursed by Thales thousands of times, can be said to have opened another door for him.

Thales witnessed the extreme bloody battle on the wasteland with his own eyes.

The Meteor, this man was at a disadvantage from the beginning to the end against the equally skilled and dangerous Deathcrow (perhaps Thales and Yodel were also added).

He was seriously injured, was on the verge of extinction, was at a disadvantage everywhere, and was on the verge of defeat several times.

But in the end, Exeter's former leader of the White Blade Guard still managed to turn defeat into victory.

Thales dodged Zoneveld's powerful vertical slash with a tacit understanding, shook the shield in his hand, and tremblingly resisted the opponent's attack coming along the way.

This made Zonavide feel a little discordant:

The prince's defense seems to have worked this time, and he is not as exhausted as before.

But Thales was still thinking.

Meteorites.

He did not win by strength.

It is patience, calmness, tenacity, observation and analysis.

On the most unfavorable battlefield, what Nikolai did was not a frantic and desperate battle with trapped beasts.

On the contrary, he received every shot of Monty's crossbow arrows with extraordinary patience and perseverance, tenaciously withstood the pressure of absolute disadvantage, calmly defended every inevitable attack of his opponent, and observed the dead crows in the nick of time. Unique combat and habits, analyze the most likely choice of the enemy in each situation.

In the end, the Meteorite succeeded in one blow and countered the opponent.

Maybe—Thales thought in a trance—maybe Nicolai got the nickname of the famous Westland, and he was among the top five generals of Exeter Xeon, not just because he was lucky enough to kill Horace Can star.

That's right.

Meteorites.

Thales suddenly realized that the person who influenced his fighting style the most was the person he hated the most—the Northlander.

Thales instinctively raised his shield to attack, and once collided with Zonavide's sword edge, he suddenly felt something, and subconsciously added the long sword, forcing the latter to give up an attack in surprise and defend with a horizontal sword.

No, more than that.

Not just witnessed that battle.

Also includes……

Thales recalled the past,

In every outdoor training class, Nikolai showed off his skills without reservation, bullying him triumphantly until his eyes were full of tears, and he could only be beaten but could not fight back.

Watching the star people gnashing their teeth, Selma couldn't bear it.

but……

But every time he faces the meteorite, whether it is for survival, face, or not to be beaten so badly, when he is struggling to survive under the opponent's clutches...

clang!

Thales' long sword clashed with Zoneved's weapon again.

But at this moment, Thales closed his eyes.

Zoneveld, who was so close to him, noticed this and couldn't help being shocked.

The crime of the prison river surged up the young man's body.

The senses of hell have become more and more sensitive.

Time seemed to slow down.

At that moment, Thales slowly realized it.

Zonaved and him, the point where their swords clashed.

The finishing power of the two sides surged up together, and they confronted each other at that point.

One side is endless, and the offensive is surging.

One side is firmly held, tenacious and tenacious.

Thales felt that no matter what he did: press forward, attack, withdraw his sword, retreat...

Zonaved's finisher powers will attack relentlessly, leaving no room for respite.

And he couldn't resist.

what to do?

what to do?

In that second, Thales still closed his eyes, relying on the feedback from his senses of hell and Hell River's sin in his hands, to feel all this.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

The boy understood.

He, Thales Canxing.

He is not a monster with a strong body, a genius with delicate skills, or a masterful method ("Come on, let the magic energy out and you can kill them all!" - the dark little Tyre who is punching and roaring deep in his heart S) hero of the chivalry novel.

He can't defeat the enemy with one blow like Yordle, he can't turn corruption into magic like Black Sword, he can't change quickly like Nicolai, and he can't control the battle situation like a punishment knight. .

But he still has at least one other advantage—although Thales himself is reluctant to admit it—advantage:

Take a beating.

Yes.

Although not very nice.

but……

Get beaten up a lot, and you naturally develop a pathetic instinct:

What kind of feeling will the fists and swords fall on you.

Which one is just painful but not serious, which one looks exaggerated but has mediocre effect, which one is extremely dangerous and may be fatal.

And these beatings.

Can let him see from the enemy, from himself...

more stuff.

Including... how to fight back to win.

Just like how the meteorites faced the Death Raven.

It sounds...somewhat familiar.

Thales smiled leisurely.

Right.

Isn't this...

The crime of prison river roared wildly in his eardrums, as if beating the drum of war, urging Thales to continue fighting.

But Thales turned a deaf ear to it. At this moment, scenes from the past flashed through his mind.

Among the abandoned houses, as a beggar, he struggled...

Vampire Manor, a close call for vampires...

In the palace of revival, political games in the hall of stars...

Isn't this...

Dragon Clouds City, the narrow escape in the shield zone...

In the Palace of Heroes, a decisive blow in front of the five princes...

Above the desert, at the bottom of the prison, he struggled hard in the dark...

Isn't this...

The corners of Thales' mouth became deeper and deeper.

Isn't this...

Isn't this the time since I came to this world, when I faced many disasters and obstacles...

He, Thales Canxing's way of life?

Get beaten first, survive.

Then upgrade to find a chance to win.

Finally... Pretentious?

Beaten, leveled up, pretended to be aggressive - Thales' three-step strategy?

Thales slowly opened his eyes, looking at Zoneveld with a surprised expression in the almost paused time in front of him.

He smiled inwardly.

No no no, seriously, this is battle.

Put another way.

Nicer way of saying it.

That is……

Meet the enemy.

Spot the enemy.

Conquer the enemy.

Thales' heart is clear.

The sin of Hell River boiled up, almost burning.

But in Thales' mind, that clue became clearer.

It seemed that he was getting closer and closer to a certain goal.

he knows.

This is his sin of Hell River.

His finishing power.

his fighting style.

Or, as Ricky puts it...

is himself.

It was Thales Canxing himself.

Or……

Thales turned his head.

This is just the...basic quality that every strong person possesses?

Meet the enemy, detect the enemy, and control the enemy.

In the next second, the crime of prison river in Thales' body exploded!

It's exuberant, exciting, and climbs to a climax.

Time seemed to return to normal at that moment!

The surprise on Zoneveld's face was fleeting, turning into seriousness and ferocity.

Thales felt that at the point where the two swords intersected, the opponent's finishing power also roared!

Zoneveld's offensive has seen a resurgence.

But the prince just stomped and turned his wrist.

His long sword drew a circle in the air, twisting in the direction of Zonavide's weapon!

The metal rubbed against each other, making an unpleasant sound.

On the sidelines, Doyle, who was watching, couldn't help but let out a "huh".

"This is……"

In the blink of an eye, the two swords separated, and Zoneveld's long sword struck with an indomitable momentum!

And Thales turned around gently, his long sword also flashed past, and slashed forward!

On the training ground, the figures of the two overlapped.

boom!

There was a bang.

The two stopped at the same time.

Only then did the watching guards let out a low exclamation.

Mallos stared intently at the field, not even hearing the urging from the people around him.

On the field, Thales was panting heavily, feeling the nearly exhausted Hell River rolling unwillingly.

He turned his eyes and found that at some point in time, the upper half of his shield had been shattered, leaving only half still attached to his hand.

And Zonavide's practice sword had already stopped on his shoulder, the metal sword was against his neck, and the touch on his skin was icy cold.

As for Thales' sword, it just barely missed Zoneveld's shoulder and stopped in mid-air.

It didn't work.

Feeling the soreness and numbness all over his body, Thales sighed.

He still lost.

The voices of the guards became louder and louder.

But right now.

"I lost."

In front of him, the neat knight in his thirties retracted his long sword gracefully and nodded respectfully.

Thales showed doubts.

"Although I have hit your vital point, Your Highness, it is because your practice shield has experienced many blows and cannot bear the strength."

Zoneveld showed a friendly smile, and pointed to the half shield left in Thales' hand.

He took a step back, sighed and touched his chest, a new scratch appeared on the leather armor.

"And before that, the edge of your sword brushed against my neck."

Thales was taken aback.

Zoneveld looked at Thales sincerely.

"Although it's just that the back of the sword is lifted a little bit," Zoneveld shook his head with a smile:

"But if I change to a real sword, I will lose."

There was an uproar from the guards.

Thales stared at him blankly.

A few seconds later, the boy shook his head, shaking off his perception of the previous battle, and came to his senses.

"No, you played well, and I have almost no power to fight back."

Thales sighed.

"In the end, you still have the strength to keep your hand—this proves that you are much better than me, and you should be the one who wins,"

Zonavide bowed, did not answer, just put down the practice sword with a smile, turned and left.

That's right.

Thales sobered up.

He knew that no matter Piloga, Kongmuto or Zoneveld, they were just training him, not to mention the difference in power status between them, let them all hold their hands and show mercy.

If you change to a real sword...

Thales felt the soreness and swelling of his arm, and looked at more than one bruise on it...

He has long since become Prince's brand cut cake.

in bulk.

The guards were discussing a lot, and Mallos turned his head to discuss something with Forby, the flag bearer beside him, and seemed to have no time to look back.

"He was obviously about to lose before, but why did I always feel that there was something a little..."

Off the court, Doyle looked back suspiciously, but Glover cut him off.

"Listen and predict."

The vanguard officer, nicknamed Zombie, clasped his arms tightly, his eyes were like a torch:

"Zonaved's offensive is blazing and unstoppable."

"Therefore, the kid learned the way of the logistics officer Piloga just now, using his defensive and counterattack style, and the concept of getting stronger when he meets the strong, to face the opponent who has no previous offensive."

"And find opportunities out of it."

Glover stared at Thales who was slumped down:

"It's just that the final strength is not enough."

"bad luck."

Doyle grimaced.

Piloga?

"Damn it, select materials on the spot and formulate a strategy?"

Doyle looked at Thales who was digesting his combat experience in amazement:

"So, your Excellency the Duke, your mind is turning pretty fast?"

This time, Glover just shook his head and didn't reply.

Amidst the constant discussions among the guards, Mallos finally came to his senses.

"So, who's next?"

The watchman asked lightly.

The guards, who were still chattering excitedly, fell silent for a moment.

Thales, who could hear the words, turned dark.

Again?

He's almost exhausted, okay?

"Lord Mallos!"

Thales spoke angrily.

"Hearing you speak so eloquently, you must have extraordinary skills," His Excellency the Duke rubbed the bruises on his arms, and gritted his teeth:

"Why don't you end up by yourself?"

Mallos smiled slightly:

"Because I'm not good at fighting in person, Your Highness."

Not good at fighting in person?

Thales was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered the figure of another watchman.

"Then why did they make you a watchman?"

Mallos' smile is still elegant:

"My specialty lies in battlefield observation, decision-making and scheduling."

Thales frowned.

"So what are you?" Thales snorted coldly, sarcastically:

"The magical version of Wang Yuyan?"

Mallos narrowed his eyes:

"King what?"

Thales coughed:

"I mean, even if you face a rookie like me, aren't you sure?"

Mallos smiled slightly:

"I've said it before, I'm not good at fighting, if I'm right with His Highness, then..."

Mallos looked at the guards around him and said with a smile:

"...50-50."

Thales rolled his eyes in anger.

But he was so tired that he needed to re-reserve even the strength to speak back.

"So," Mallos looked at a very young member of the guard, "how are you doing, Nehi?"

"Two hands with His Highness?"

But at this moment, before anyone could reply, a mature female voice came slowly along with the sound of high-heeled boots.

"Yo, is this what you call a martial arts class?"

The sound is clear, audible and powerful.

Mallos' eyes widened!

Hearing this voice, the guards were in an uproar again, and then all stopped in a strange way, and turned around silently.

For visitors.

Doyle saw the appearance of the person coming, couldn't help but uttered a low "Fuck", then quickly stopped his voice and lowered his head, hiding his figure behind Glover.

Thales turned his head, also stunned.

He stared blankly to the sidelines.

Looking at the mature, stable, and elegant middle-aged lady who came slowly from the porch.

Compared with Gilbert and Kessel, after six years, she is still graceful and graceful, with a charming face, black hair like ink, and picturesque eyebrows. Except for a few wrinkles, there are few traces of time.

Her high-heeled boots still tap the ground vigorously and rhythmically, no matter whether they are facing stone ground, lawn, tile or gravel, it is the same as before and never changes.

Thales looked at the lady obsessively.

Seeing her almost undiminished arrogance and sassy, ​​unrestrained and free.

I do my own way.

The members of the Star Lake Guard looked at each other, seemingly hesitant.

But after all, under the leadership of Mallos, they all bowed and saluted respectfully.

But the black-haired lady didn't seem to see it, she didn't care, she just looked around, her eyes were on Thales's body.

She hummed softly:

"Look, what kind of bullshit is this you're teaching."

The royal guard was awkwardly and eerily silent, and no one (dare to) answer.

"Ma'am, you may not understand," finally, the leader Mallos coughed softly:

"We are investigating information about the power of termination in His Highness, in order to better help him..."

"So have you finished your investigation?"

The black-haired lady interrupted embarrassingly, with an impatient tone:

"How long are you going to beat him?"

Mallos choked immediately.

The flag bearer Fubi behind him hurriedly came out to smooth things over:

"Actually, we have some clues, but we still need to..."

But the lady interrupted him again.

"Oh, so you are serious," she walked to the edge of the venue, looked around the crowd, and the contempt in her eyes was fleeting:

"Isn't it playing house?"

The guards looked at each other again.

Mallos was silent for a few seconds:

"Miss……"

But the middle-aged lady snorted coldly and interrupted him for the third time.

"you."

The black-haired lady turned her head coldly, and looked at Glover who was pointing at her inexplicably.

"No, it's not you, it's the one behind you."

"The heartbroken boy of the Doyle family, don't think I can't see you because you hide behind the big man."

Doyle came out from behind Glover with a mournful face, squeezing out a smile:

"Miss……"

But the black-haired graceful woman gave an order, her voice was decisive and powerful, without any delay:

"You, go up and practice against the prince."

"According to your leader: Investigate his finishing power."

Thales, who had been immersed in memories, was slightly taken aback.

And Doyle's complexion changed even more.

"Why, you don't want to?"

Doyle's eyebrows twitched again.

The woman said coldly:

"So, sparring with Prince Thales...does it humiliate your family?"

Doyle trembled when he heard this.

He didn't dare to answer any more, with a look of death on his face, he walked onto the training ground like a marionette in a daze, and was about to grab a practice sword, hoping that the bad luck would end soon.

But his good wishes were still in vain.

"etc."

The lady's words sounded leisurely, causing D.D to hang halfway in the air, not daring to move.

"Use your own sword."

As soon as this remark came out, the royal guards were in an uproar!

Mallos' face was cloudy and uncertain, and it seemed that he could no longer maintain his original indifference.

Doyle turned around in shock, ignoring the fear in his heart:

"Use, use... the real, real sword?"

The lady hummed a rising tone from her nose:

"Then why not?"

Doyle froze in place.

"Quickly, draw your sword and go up and fight him to death."

I saw the lady glanced at the guards coldly:

"Otherwise, you investigate the power of the end of the fart."

Thales was surprised when he heard the words, but his heart warmed up.

really……

six years...

she still...

Behind Mallos, Hugo Forbe, the flag bearer, had a gloomy face, and asked Piloga who hurried from behind:

"How did she get in here?"

Piluojia had a bitter face, and spread his hands helplessly: "Sir, you know, she belongs to His Majesty..."

"In short, no one in the entire Mendis Hall, even among our brothers and sisters, dared to stop her."

Fu Bi suddenly became angry.

Thales took a deep breath, looked at Doyle, who was so trained that he didn't dare to say a word, and took a step forward:

"Ma'am, I..."

But the moment he opened his mouth, the first-class court lady of the Fuxing Palace, his father's lover, and the initiator of his northern army's swordsmanship, Ms. Jenny Barkway interrupted him impatiently:

"Shut up, kid."

Thales choked for a moment.

"How many times have I said it in the letter? After you come back, I will test your real sword training."

Jinie walked up to him, watching Thales quickly catch up to her size, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes moved.

But the female officer quickly turned her head, niping the trembling in her eyes in the bud.

"And what are you doing now?"

Ginny looked away and said sternly:

"Toy sword? Play house?"

"Are you still seven?"

Jinie glanced at the twenty or so royal guards, and said sharply:

"Are you seven years old too?"

Mallos, the leader, was silent and did not answer.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

Ginny exhaled.

As if fed up, she turned to Doyle, who was trying to present himself as a pillar in the field:

"Go up, D.D, and slash him to the bone until he gets his finishing power out?"

Doyle raised his head tremblingly:

"I, I, ma'am, this sword of mine was passed down to me by my grandmother, so I can't use it easily..."

Ginny exposed him mercilessly:

"Bullshit, how many times did I catch old Doyle on Red Square Street when I was young?"

"Your grandma passed away a long time ago, and it's your grandpa who pays the bail every time!"

Doyle trembled when he heard the words, lowered his head and dared not speak again.

Jinie snorted coldly, her high-heeled boots clicked crisply, and walked past the members of the guards.

"Then you?"

"You? Or you?"

"With a real sword, go up and practice with him?"

No one answered, no one even dared to look up.

Ginny snorted coldly, and turned to the leader.

"It's just you, Mallos?"

The female officer said contemptuously:

"Aren't you a loyal servant of His Majesty? The kind that you can kill whoever he asks you to kill?"

Mallos was silent for a few seconds.

Finally, the watchman took a deep breath.

"No need, ma'am, our duty has been completed, we have already understood His Highness's finishing power."

Thales was surprised when he heard this.

understood?

What? The crime of prison river? What about the power of ending that Hei Jian mentioned, which is best not to be shown to others?

That's...understand?

"The martial arts class is over."

Mallos squeezed out a stiff smile:

"Ma'am, you can go on and teach your Highness an etiquette lesson."

"My fellow guards and I are taking our leave."

But Ji Ni didn't mean to go downhill:

"Oh? Really? You understand now?"

The female officer clicked:

"You don't need to slash with real swords, and you don't have to fight with real swords and guns, can you know the final power?"

Ginny pointed at Thales, her eyes turned cold: "What if you made a mistake."

"Should I hit him again?"

Thales' heart trembled.

Mallos coughed, as if he was used to making things difficult for Jini.

"Indeed," the watcher said stiffly in front of everyone:

"His Royal Highness's finishing power is very strange, there is no obvious characteristic style, and the improvement of various physical qualities is also limited."

Ginny narrowed her eyes.

Mallos raised his gaze and pointed directly at Thales:

"But he held on."

Thales took a breath and also showed curiosity.

"Three battles."

Just listen to the watchman say unhurriedly:

"Before he was injured, Piloga was an elite guard wing, and his counterattack stunts even hit the extreme masters."

"Although it is a guard wing, Ji'an is a police officer. The close-up skills learned in the streets are practical and effective, and he is good at knocking down enemies in unexpected ways."

"And Zoneveld has only recently changed from a penalty officer to a vanguard officer. One of the reasons is that his shooting style is too sharp."

The three people mentioned moved one after another.

"But His Highness persisted," Mallos said in an orderly manner:

"Losing, it's not too ugly to lose."

The watchman became serious, his eyes were like lightning, which made Thales feel a little uncomfortable.

"Your Highness, there is a very similar example in history of your finishing power."

Thales was slightly taken aback.

Historical example?

He immediately remembered the example Ricky had told him when he was still at Camp Dagger.

What Ricky said...

The ancestors who were guilty of the prison river also took on the so-called "mission of their time".

But what Mallos said next was beyond his expectation.

"Two hundred years ago, there was an incomparable genius in fighting and martial arts in the royal family of Canxing."

Canxing royal family?

Thales looked up in astonishment.

what... what?

Among those outlandish names that Ricky mentioned, is there any star?

Mallos cleared his throat and raised his voice in front of everyone listening carefully:

"The wizard of the royal family awakened the rare power of termination, which made him struggle for survival in countless desperate situations, and survived from death."

"Just like the strength of Prince Thales today, let him sustain himself in danger."

Thales blinked.

ha?

Mallos nodded:

"In the end, that wizard became an extreme legend of an era, with a great reputation that has been passed down to this day."

Ginny frowned.

"And that's..."

Mallos took a deep breath and looked at Thales:

"That's right, a free and unrestrained romantic prince, a legend of the century who has fought all over the Western Continent without encountering an opponent."

"Kayla Brightstar."

The watchman's eyes shine brightly:

"People call it 'Wolf Enemy'."

Everyone was in an uproar!

Thales was stunned.

legendary prince...

Kayla Canstar?

Wolf enemy?

Mallos raised his head, solemnly and seriously:

"And Prince Kaila's fame, the power to end the legend that shocked the world, is called..."

The watchman said softly:

"The raging sea."

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

At that moment, the entire training ground boiled up!

The royal guards whispered anxiously, many of them were excited and surprised, and many of them kept looking at Thales.

Jinny also thought deeply.

But the protagonist of the topic stayed where he was.

angry……

Thales stammered in his heart:

What are you angry about?

"I heard that the instructor arranged by the Northlanders for the prince was the murderer who killed Prince Horace - the Yankees deliberately used this to humiliate us."

Doyle, who sneaked back to Glover's side, stabbed his colleague in surprise:

"Now it seems that the murderer is really serious about teaching?"

In the chaotic noise of the crowd, Mallos took the opportunity to conclude:

"Sorry, Ms. Ginny, that's all for today."

"As for you, Your Highness, I will look up information about the 'Wolf Enemy' when he was alive," Mallos narrowed his eyes:

"In the future, your training will be more targeted."

Without waiting for a response from them, the watchman turned to the whole guard:

"Let's disband and return to work."

Mallos rolled his eyes:

"Unless...someone wants to catch up with the visiting Ms. Ginny?"

As soon as the words fell, the Xinghu guards scattered.

No one seemed to want to stay any longer.

Mallos turned his head and nodded slightly at Jini and Thales.

The palace female light snorted coldly, turned around and took a step:

"What are you standing there for, kid?"

"You still have to go to class!"

Thales shuddered, and then he recovered from the shock and bewilderment just now.

He turned his head, ignoring his appearance, and trotted all the way, catching up with Jinie's high-heeled boots in a hurry.

While the boy was trotting, he was muttering in his heart:

What are you doing?

In these six years...

Apart from being beaten and beaten all day long, with blood and sweat, tearful and gritted teeth against Nicolai, trying to survive in his terrifying and hideous shadow...

What else did he do to make his finishing power look like that...

Raging sea?

On the training field, which soon became empty, Mallos stared at Jini and Thales who were going away, his expression darkened.

"And you, Piloga, pass on the word."

Mallos stopped Piloga who was walking at the end.

"This time, it's not long since we were first established, and our responsibilities are unfamiliar."

"But next time, even if His Majesty himself comes."

Mallos focused on "I", which made Piloga nervous subconsciously.

The watchman turned his head slowly, his eyes flashing with an unusually dignified color:

"My guards are not allowed to let it go without any hindrance."

"do you understand?"

Piloga shuddered.

He suddenly had an illusion: the usually indifferent and relaxed Chief Tormund Mallos did not exist at this moment.

Piloga quickly nodded respectfully, turned and left.

Mallos looked at his back with complicated eyes and unpredictable thoughts.

After a moment, the watchman turned to the only person left beside him.

"Hugo?"

Hugo Forby, the flag bearer in the Duke's personal guard, walked up in a low-key and obedient manner.

"Have you recorded today's training, including the prince's finishing power?" Mallos asked lightly.

"Of course." Forbes' flag officer took out a notebook, his eyes suddenly became shrewd:

"The raging sea."

"There are also the details of Prince Thales' response and..."

But Mallos interrupted him.

"variant."

Fu Bi looked up, showing a puzzled expression.

"Add one to your record."

Mallos said softly, his expression and tone slowly returned to the previous indifferent state:

"Prince Thales' final power is a rare 'mutation' of the raging sea."

Fubby blinked and frowned.

"As for the specific direction and characteristics of the variant..."

Mallos exhaled, his face as calm as water:

"Unknown."

Fu Bi was stunned for two seconds.

"Variant, unknown... Sir, are you sure?"

He looked at his notebook and said doubtfully:

"This is for Deputy Captain Tarun to see, and he will report it to His Majesty and...if there is any unclear or inaccurate description..."

Mallos turned around suddenly.

"Yes, I'm sure."

He categorically interrupted Fubi's flag officer, his eyes were burning and aggressive:

"Absolutely."

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