Reborn as the Genius Son of the Richest Family

Chapter 257: Let Michael have his fun

”What the hell does this mean?!” Christian asked One angrily.

Stone-Cold One, the strongest out of their group, knew the meaning of the light fading out of the Life stones. It meant that they lost, plain and simple. However, he could not bear to disappoint the young master for the failure of his group.

Meanwhile, the Duke looked at Michael and saw no surprise from him. Michael expected this. He knew this would happen.

”Iʼve seen enough,” Duke Stelmane announced. ”Your elite soldiers failed in defeating the Dragonborns, it seems.”

Christian looked back at the Duke, opening his mouth and failing to say anything to refute him. This was completely out of the realm of possibilities in his mind. The Stone-Cold 6 were elite warriors brought up by his family! They were supposed to be at the top of the line.

”Looks like my original decision is correct. The true path that Angora City shall take is the one with the Reborn company right by its side.”

”This is unfair!” Christian cried out, stomping his foot on the ground like an angry child.

”Christian,” the Duke called out softly, trying to appease the boy. ”Even if the Dragonborns had lost, I still would have chosen them as my sponsor. It is not a matter of strength, but principles.

Your attitude tonight made me realize that if you were to become a sponsor of Angora City, you would treat my citizens and as your resources to conquer other territories. You would simply use our city to further your own goals of competing against the other companies.”

Christian crossed his arms angrily. ”But theyʼre doing it too!” he reasoned. ”Why can they do it, while I canʼt?”

The Duke approached Christian and ruffled the boyʼs hair, treating him as the same child that he was years ago.

”That is not the way your father taught you to handle business. He was a righteous man, and you should have followed in his footsteps rather than be caught up by bad influences.”

Christianʼs eyes started to well up as his emotions bubbled under the surface.

Anger, disappointment, shame.

These were the emotions that an eleven-year old child cannot yet handle properly.

”Get off me!” Christian shouted, swatting away the Dukeʼs comforting hand.

Then, he turned to Michael and pointed right at his face.

”You! This is all your fault! If you hadnʼt meddled in my business, then I would have had everything I wanted!”

Christian looked to his bald bodyguard and uttered the key phrase, ”Attack him.”

”Chris NO!” the Duke screamed, but it was already too late.

One took the sword out from his scabbard and rushed towards Michael. His arrival almost seemed instantaneous in the eyes of the normal guests. One second he was behind Christian and the Duke, and the next, he was in front of Michael, with the sword just inches away from his neck.

Just then, a prismatic shield appeared and fought against the sword, clashing with its metal blade and creating sparks all around.

”KYAA!”

The sudden explosion of murderous intent scared the guests witless, leaving them screaming and crying out in desperation as they tried to escape into safety.

The Duke guided the guests inside his castle, where they would be safe from harm.

”Damn it, whereʼs my soldiers?!” the Duke screamed in frustration. There seemed to be no one present in his castle but shadows in the night!

He took out a whistle from his pocket. Once he blew this, soldiers from all over the city would gather at the castle walls to try and subdue the criminal.

But just as the Duke raised the whistle to his mouth, he felt a sudden grip on his wrist.

Duke Stelmane looked down and saw a visible shadow taking hold of his arm. Following it, he saw the shadow connected to a strange hood-wearing violet blob of slime in front of him.

”No need for that,” Fudge said casually to the Duke. ”Let my master have his fun.”

The Duke eyed Fudge with confusion. ”That guyʼs at the peak of the 5-star cultivation!”

His concern was valid. Who wouldnʼt worry after seeing an eleven-year-old boy get attacked by a superhuman soldier trained to kill his targets in the most efficient of ways?

Yet, Fudge assured the Duke. ”Just watch my master. He learned something good recently and he wants to try it out.”

Duke Stelmane could only watch with concerned eyes as Michael faced off against the Stone-Cold One.

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One exerted extreme force to his sword as he tried to penetrate through the protective shield around Michael.

However, the [Absolute Unity Defense] around Michael counter-acted the Fire and Earth mana inside the metal itself to push it further away.

If One wanted to push even further, he would have to risk his sword getting turned into metal slag.

”Tsk. That strange defense again,” he muttered under his breath.

As One struggled, Michael took this time to observe the opponent right in front of him, sensing the mana contained around his body.

Thereʼs lots of Water and Air mana in his cores, which means heʼs powerful in the Ice spells.

Heʼs wearing a variant of the Icy Blue armor that Five wore in the arena, with this one having iceberg-like shoulder guards that didnʼt impede his sword movements. This equipment is made with magic power in mind, not purely physical power.

He looks like the strongest 5-star fighter Iʼve ever faced…at least, before myself, he concluded.

And a moment later, he was proven right.

One retracted his sword and chanted, ”[Hephaestusʼ Chilled Flames]” before using his finger to brush the blade from the base to its tip, with his touch leaving a blue fire that seemed to emanate a cold mist.

The absence of Fire mana in those flames fascinated Michael. It was made out of pure Water and Air mana, imitating the structure of Fire to achieve actual flames!

”[Frozen Dragon, One Strike]!” he shouted, swinging his sword in graceful stances that left a trail of icy blue flames in the air.

Michael felt as if he was watching a Chinese cultivation donghua!

As One slashed the air, a pattern emerged from the trailing flames.

A long and thin stretch of body moved across the air, like a snake slithering in its lair. Yet, this snake had icy blue fiery scales and clawed legs near its tail and shoulders.

Soon, a head formed at the very top, with a long protruding mouth filled with sharp teeth and two long shrimp antennae near its nose.

Its jaws unclenched, roaring directly at Michael.

This was a dragon! But not the one that looked similar to western fantasy, but one closer to the depiction of Chinese mythology!

Michael was so entranced at the appearance of the blue-flamed dragon that he almost welcomed its descent towards him.

At the very last second, he used [Flight] and shot up tens of meters up in the air, dodging the dragonʼs lunge.

As the dragon hit the ground, the stone brick flooring exploded into rubble and icy flames, turning the castle grounds into an almost hellish landscape. Stones burning with blue flames fell from the skies and hit the ground, spreading a deadly frost that turned everything into an icicle.

Michael looked down from the skies, amazed at the power of the dragon.

[Magic theory acquired] ChatJK4ʼs voice echoed in his head.

Just then, as the mist from the explosion subsided down, he saw the reformed Dragon rush towards the sky.

One rode in its head, with his sword pointed directly at Michael.