Chapter 86

Within Paradise Palace in Arcadia City

'Three, two, one... now' while counting in his mind Kleever moved at high speed and grabbed the first guard near by his neck and slashed his carotid artery. Blood sprayed in the air as the guard held his neck and went down on his knees. The blood spraying scene was enough to send alarm bells on the minds of the guards as they quickly took out their swords from their waist and looked at the naked abomination holding his sword and dashing towards them.

The first guard circulated his Qi around his sword making it have a silver glow and he dashed to meet the enemy head on. The corridor was not big enough for two people to stand side by side and swing their swords and hence the other guards had to watch the fight and be ready to give back up in case things went awry.

"Ding, ding ..." the sound of sword clashing against the other reverberated on the rather quiet corridor. The guard despite being a 6th Rank warrior held well against Kleever who was a 8th Rank warrior. This was due to him being injured and ill. Kleever had a grim look on his face as he didn't expect himself to have become this weak. Gritting his teeth Kleever went for yet another slash and just as the guard too came to meet his attack Kleever pulled a feint halfway through and let the blade pass by his side and stabbed straight through the mid section of the guard ending his miserable life and dashed towards the next one.

Though the guards did not expect a naked madman to attack them, since they had advantage in numbers and the enemy seemed to be injured they were quite calm. In fact it was Kleever who had the most panicked look as he attacked his opponent desperately. The increasing sounds from behind him, no more accurately from downstairs made him want to create an opening as fast as possible.

Meanwhile inside the room Lux was seated behind his desk as he sifted through various documents and signing them. These were agreements he had entered with his allies to gain their support and now that he had won it was time for him to pay his dues. Well, though he was into debauchery and lascivious lifestyle he wasn't focused towards such activities all the time. He too had to fulfill his duties as a prince and head of a faction and also as a future king. Signing the last piece of paper Lux closed the book when he heard sounds of commotion from the outside followed by sounds of clashes.

"Who would dare to create problems in my territory" just like an arrogant young master who had a strong sense of command over his place would say, Lux walked quite bravely towards the door and opened it.

"Eh!!" Lux froze as he saw the scene where blood was splattered in the floor of the corridor as well as the walls and corpse with their hands missing and head cut off seemed to be a common site. His pupils shrank at visible rate when he lifted his head and saw a head flying past his face and a bit of blood splattered on his cheeks. There were a total of only 10 warriors alive and a naked man who had injuries all over his body barely hanging on using his sword as a walking stick. Despite the guy looking almost on the verge of death his eyes we're filled with a mixture of rage and calmness that Lux shivered and hurriedly closed the door and did not forget to lock it.

"Fuck!! why is he out on the corridor and why does he still have power to fight this many people" shouted Lux as he made his way towards the mirror to check his sticky face only to find blood splashed along with some sticky substance and it was currently flowing down his cheek towards his neck.

"Geh! that motherfucking bastard, once he gets caught I'll torture him to the point where he wished that he was dead" cursing at his ruined face Lux ran towards the door and commanded the guy be caught alive and ran towards the washroom to wash his face.

"Geh, get off my face" screamed Lux as he furiously scrubbed his face trying to clean the blood and brain juice.

Meanwhile in the Hall family underground prison, inside one dark cell, a man with one limb and one eye could be seen removing the chains which had been tied around his body. With a click the final chain which had blocked his Qi was removed making him feel a surge of Qi within his body. A cold glint flashed on his eyes as he remained perfectly still and still placed the chains around his body except they had just been placed and he was not locked making him capable of using his Qi.

The man was Gabriel and he was biding his time, waiting for the right opportunity to sneak attack and escape from this prison. Now that his wife had been drugged and raped, all he cared about was his daughter's well being and hoping she did not get caught by the psycho prince.

Though he wanted nothing more than to tear Jared and his allies apart, his rational thinking and his fatherly instincts did not allow him to be rash and his mind was filled with thoughts of his daughter and her safety.

'No matter what I have to leave this place and go find my daughter'.

With his resolve set Gabriel waited for the time when the guards would come to give them food.

Meanwhile in a carriage filled with stench of sweat Sean could be seen sleeping albeit a disturbed one. His eyes were constantly moving inside his eye lids and his legs twitched every once in a while. His heartbeat was fast and sweat secreted from his face. He gave a 'Aa, Uh! ' moans every once in a while.

This was because he was having yet another nightmare. Ever since the attack against him in the stone restaurant by the assassins, a particular thing which had been sleeping within him had woken up and it seemed like it was trying to take over him.

Currently inside his dream Sean as a 20 year old young Marine was seen having a potato sack wrapped over his head and water being poured on his face as he struggled to breath and thrashed around on the chair in which he was tied. Yes, this was the classic waterboarding, a torture done by the taliban on Sean. It was quite an irony that he who had performed such torture on the captured terrorists for intelligence was now subject to the same torture yet Sean did not open his mouth. It had been 3 days and he had received every form of torture apart from classic body part mutilation which he was sure that it was next on the list of this green eyed taliban.

During this time Sean was not exactly doing nothing. His observation and listening skills were working on overdrive and he collected as much intel as possible from the talks going on between the Taliban. Further he also covertly dislocated the bones of his left hand fingers and slowly removed his hand from the cuff. Being too into torturing and obtaining information from Sean the green eyed taliban did not realise the danger he was in nor did the other taliban members who were helping him in the torture.

The struggle to breath continued on the outside however if someone had removed the sack from Sean's head they would notice that there was no struggle, pain or difficulty in breathing. He had a calm and cold look on his face.