Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 43: Something I Have To Do

“Big brother Roel!”

“Die, die! I’ll send you to the depths of hell!”

Creeping up on Roel from behind was a bloodied Bron. His suave face was already ruined from being smashed into the table, and there were wooden splinters embedded in his face. His sharp nose bridge, that was once a source of pride, had collapsed downward, and his reddened eyes reflected his berserk state.

Baffling baboons! I have already smashed his head into the table, and he’s still able to climb back up?

Roel had underestimated the resilience of an Origin Level 6 transcendent. He didn’t think that Bron would be able to recover so quickly from his concussion and silently sneak up on him to stab him.

A searing pain assaulted Roel as Bron plunged his dagger, which was around the length of a finger, into Roel’s stomach. In this crucial moment, Roel quickly used Focused Burst to tighten his abdominal muscles while reaching out to hold the blade of the dagger in place.

“Miscreant, you dare use a dagger against me? Are you tired of living?”

“I’ve been thinking of ways to lure you out and deal with you, but who would have thought that you would come knocking of your own accord—and for the sake of this hideous woman? You sure have made things convenient for me!

“There are too many people here who have harmed you. Do you know what this means? It means that spells won’t be able to pinpoint me as the culprit anymore! I’ll be able to get away scot-free even if I slaughter you here! You are the sole son of the Ascart House. If I were to end your lineage right now, I’ll be viewed as the hero of the Elric House!”

Bron roared furiously as he tried to push the dagger in with all his might.

On the other hand, Roel was doing his best to stop the dagger from piercing any deeper. Even though he had nearly depleted his mana and wasn’t able to cast Spell Gloves anymore, he was gripping the dagger tightly in place through sheer tenacity.

A pair of golden eyes met a pair of green eyes, one impassively cold and the other ferociously vicious. Just like that, the two of them wrestled

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