Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 150 Beloved late King, His Majesty Nuen
Pfelt's expression froze, and his pupils contracted.

King Nunn, unleashing his power of termination, suddenly raised both arms and forcefully pushed his giant axe to the side!
Pefit gripped his giant axe tightly, staring incredulously at the old king who had suddenly sprang to his feet.

In a split second, King Nunn's movements became swift and powerful. He decisively released the giant axe in his hand and pounced on Pefit like a hawk!
The old king delivered a powerful right elbow strike to Peffert's chest!
"Boom!"

Caught off guard, Pfelt staggered back a step with a painful groan.

"Clang!" The two giant axes rolled to the ground!
In the hall, the spectators' emotions were instantly stirred.

Thales stared intently, almost forgetting to breathe.

The king's counterattack has begun.

Without the giant axe to restrain him, King Nunn moved with lightning speed!
He didn't pause after the elbow strike, but calmly held his right arm, his feet moving without stopping, and his right shoulder slammed into Peffert's chest with the terrifying momentum!
Pefit lost his balance instantly, and the young Grand Duke felt a tightness in his chest. He gritted his teeth in pain and kept backing away.

"Beautiful!" Marquis Slay exclaimed in admiration. "A comeback can happen in an instant!"

King Nuen revealed a ferocious expression and stepped forward.

"Too much nonsense..."

"call!"

King Nuen clenched his right fist and swung it sharply, creating a whooshing sound.

"It never ends well!"

With a deep roar from the king, the heavy punch landed squarely on Peppet's stomach!
The dull thuds of punches landing echoed in everyone's ears.

Many of the grand dukes frowned in unison.

“These moves… don’t seem like those of a seventy-year-old man at all.” Trudida looked at the king’s counterattack in disbelief.

“Don’t underestimate him,” Archduke Aurelius said solemnly. “He is the ‘guardian of the glacial defenses’—he has fought countless battles with the terrifying orcs to the death.”

With a pained expression, Pfeet immediately bent down.

He suddenly curled up into a ball, as if he couldn't withstand the force of that punch.

King Nuen immediately raised his left fist, his expression calm yet brimming with rage.

"Beacon City? That's unfair!" King Nuen, like a lion that had successfully hunted its prey, stared coldly at his young opponent: "Such an absurd reason..."

"He killed Morar!"

The next moment, the king's left fist struck out again.

With the terrifying force amplified by the power of the final blow, it slammed into Peffert's left chest, right in front of his heart!
"boom!"

A terrible dull thud followed.

The punch sent Pfeet's body swaying violently.

Like a leaf adrift in water, powerless to float.

Seeing his opponent tremble, King Nuen spat viciously: "Coward!"

Thales finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Phew...that scared me to death..."

Just now.

"Wait!" Nikolai exclaimed alertly, "Something's not right!"

King Nuen's expression changed drastically as he threw his punch!

The next second, Peppet roared as she raised her head, straightened her chest, and stretched her curled-up body.

His gaze was fierce.

Only then did everyone see the situation of the battle clearly.

The punch that King Nunn had just delivered to the Grand Duke's chest was now being held tightly in Pefit's hand.

It didn't hit the target at all!

Thales felt a chill run down his spine.

In the next instant, Pefit grabbed King Nuen's fist with his left hand, pulled back with a sudden burst of strength, and swiftly dragged King Nuen toward him!
Then he raised his right elbow and aimed it at King Nunn's face.

"Boom!"

Peppe's elbow slammed into the old king's head!

A terrible, muffled thud echoed through the hall.

But this time, the two sides in the hand-to-hand combat have switched roles in offense and defense!

King Nuen seemed to be dizzy from the vicious elbow strike.

He swayed and fell backward!
"Boom!"

King Nuen fell heavily to the ground, his head slamming solidly into the stone bricks.

Some of the spectators couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Thales stared blankly as the battle took another turn for the better.

“I’ve been waiting for this blow for a long time, Your Majesty,” Peffer laughed, rubbing his chest where he had just been hit, his voice turning cold: “I’ve said so much nonsense to lure you in.”

King Nuen shook his head laboriously, seemingly losing his sense of direction and vision.

"Is it right to launch a fierce counterattack when the enemy has the upper hand, to capitalize on their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, and to defeat them in one blow?" The young Grand Duke angrily kicked King Nuen hard in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground amidst gasps from the entire hall. "My Majesty."

King Nuen trembled as he dragged his aged body, trying to stand up again.

But the blow just now seemed too heavy, or perhaps his energy expenditure was too great, because the old king was unable to struggle to his feet.

“Grandfather always told me stories about you, from your fighting habits to your physique and gait!” Grand Duke Pefit gasped, a fierce and menacing smile spreading across his face. “My grandfather… do you remember him?”

King Nunn, panting in pain, rolled over and tried to grab the giant axe that had fallen to the ground.

But Peffert was faster than the king, stomping on the two giant axes on the ground.

The Grand Duke then kicked King Nuen back to the ground.

Many people in the hall stared in astonishment.

Although I had somewhat anticipated it... but now that the time has actually come...

“When I was a child, my grandfather always said that we had a generous and righteous king in Exter, and he told me about you, him, and Grand Duke Schuster toasting in the camp of the Watchtower,” Peffert picked up a giant axe from the ground, his eyes filled with sorrow. “But what did I see? Two generations of Grand Dukes of Beacon City, fawning and submissive, living in fear and dread, worse than dogs in your presence.”

“My grandfather died of depression on his way home, and my father lived in constant fear, always looking worried, afraid of disobeying you and losing the support of Dragon City—he even prepared camp prostitutes for you on the way back!” Pefit looked at the king and growled unwillingly, “They all lived in your shadow, suffering humiliation, fear, and pain!”

The young duke swung his axe!
King Nunn, panting, had no choice but to abandon his weapon and roll away from Pefit's attack range.

"Bang!" The axe slammed into the ground, sending stone chips flying with a loud crash.

Pefit exhaled, took a couple of seconds to catch his breath, then shouldered the giant axe and walked toward King Nunn, who was now unarmed and panting on the ground, with a sinister look in his eyes.

Many people in the Hall of Heroes clenched their fists.

“It’s over,” Marquis Slays slapped his face in anguish, “The contract with Dragon Sky City’s crystal mine…”

Putila squinted, seemingly plotting something.

Thales remained silent, his heart heavy.

Now, he was truly beginning to consider what would happen after "Nun's death".

Smiley only needs to worry about his contract.

But what she had to worry about was her own life. Pefit walked step by step toward the king, her steps echoing with the sound of death.

"Alas," Grand Duke Lyco sighed as he watched the battle, "is this the end?"

Grand Duke Ronnie pursed his lips tightly, Aurelius had a complicated expression, and Trudida rolled his eyes, deep in thought.

No one answered him.

Just then, to everyone's surprise, King Nuen suddenly laughed strangely.

“Hahaha, I’ve figured it out,” King Nuen gasped for breath, laughing loudly as he looked up at the sky. “Your father’s death… it was you, wasn’t it?”

Pfelt's gaze suddenly froze.

"The sudden death of the former Duke of Fengzhao City..."

In an instant, the young duke's expression turned incredibly ferocious, as if his deepest memories had been touched.

“The secret room has long suspected that your father’s death was too suspicious—he fell ill suddenly in the prime of his life!” The unarmed old king gritted his teeth, stood up with all his might, and glared at him.

“It’s you, Conkley Peffer!”

King Nunn's words cut like a knife into Pefit's heart.

This also terrified the other people in the hall.

"He was his favorite son and heir," Nunn said gravely, his gaze complex. "He murdered his own father, didn't he!"

Peffert's hand holding the axe began to tremble; his face contorted and his teeth chattered.

"Do not……"

Peffert's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he instinctively raised the giant axe.

"No……"

The young Grand Duke took a deep breath.

"I do not have……"

He suddenly looked up, staring at King Nuen with eyes full of hatred.

"I didn't kill him!"

With a roar, the young grand duke swung his axe and chopped at the king!

"boom!"

King Nuen dodged the deadly axe blow in a sorry state, and as he retreated, he fell to the ground again.

Peffert's finishing power further enhanced his arm strength and speed, and the Grand Duke roared as he instantly pulled back his axe.

In his madness, he raised his giant axe with both hands and thrust the axe tip toward King Nuen, who was lying on the ground!
Amidst the tension and fear in everyone's hearts, King Nuen roared, stretched out his hands, and grabbed the handle of the axe that was thrusting towards him!
The old king, in a perilous moment, held the axe blade and tip to his chest!

Another gasp rippled through the hall.

Thales stared in disbelief at the king who had been driven to the brink of despair.

“My father was injured in an accident, badly, very badly…” Peffer murmured sorrowfully, “I did nothing! I just let him rest in peace, anyway, he wasn’t living a happy life…”

"From then on, there was no more anxiety, no more fear, no more unease..."

Meanwhile, the duke's men, who were wrestling with King Nuen, kept pushing the axe blades toward the king with all their might.

He roared frantically, "No more nightmares from Dragon Sky City!"

King Nuen gripped the axe handle tightly, groaning in pain.

But his face turned red, and his arms trembled more and more violently.

After the roar subsided, Peffert regained his senses. His gaze gradually sharpened, becoming resolute yet numb: "From that moment on, the humiliation and pain of Fengzhao City will be borne by me..."

"I will end it."

As the axe tip drew ever closer to his chest, King Nunn's aged face contorted in pain and anguish.

"Haha, even if you kill me," the old king, though weakened, still refused to back down, spitting out a sentence through gritted teeth, "you're still a coward!"

Pfelt shuddered.

He raised his head blankly, looked at King Nuen, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

"Correct!"

Peffert increased the pressure on his hands, causing the old king to groan again.

"It's all our fault, we were too cowardly!" Pefit's arm muscles bulged to their maximum, his eyes burning with resentment: "Look at the three Grand Dukes in the South, not one of them listens!"

"Trudida, who rebuilds the tower, always pays lip service to your orders and cuts corners; Olech of the Wilan Territory, with the special status bestowed upon him by Nekaru, ignores you completely; and Rumba of the Black Sand Territory is a thorn in your side!"

The onlookers tensed up, especially the two dukes whose names were called, whose expressions froze.

“But they earned respect!” Peffert gritted her teeth and spoke to the exhausted king:
"You treat them as formidable adversaries, while you regard us—the Pefit of Fengzhao City, this dog groveling before the dragon's shadow, begging for mercy—as the weakest and most vulnerable targets. You take advantage of supporting my grandfather and the Pefit family to become a Grand Duke to do whatever you want to us!"

"Because both of our Grand Dukes were cowards!"

King Nuen gradually found himself unable to withstand the immense strength of the young man.

The struggle between life and death has reached its final moment.

The axe tip began to advance towards the king's chest.

“Just for…this…” King Nuen’s words became disjointed: “You…you…switched to Lumba?”

The old king's eyes were bloodshot.

“Of course, that’s not the only reason,” Peffert’s face turned cold again, “but why should I tell you?”

Nunn roared in frustration.

"When you reach the River of Hell, please give my regards to my grandfather and father," the young Grand Duke said coldly.
"The beloved late king..."

"Your Majesty Nuen."

King Nuen let out the most grief-stricken roar.

Peffert's pupils contracted, and with a surge of power, he thrust the axe blade out of his hand.

"laugh!"

The jagged spikes at the top of the giant axe plunged straight into the old king's chest.

King Nunn stared intently at Grand Duke Pefit before him.

It was as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Blood stained the king's robes.

Thales lowered his head gently and closed his eyes tightly.

The entire hall was deathly silent.

Ahem... I have something to do tomorrow and probably won't be able to write, so I'm posting this chapter first.

It's not an extra chapter at all!

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