"Get up, you sc*mbag!"
A powerful kick landed squarely on the King of Ardel's body, eliciting a groan of pain from him. His nose and mouth oozed crimson blood as he lifted his face.
The king struggled to reach for his sword on the ground, his hands trembling. Swells and marks of the beatings were beginning to show on his reddened countenance.
Kyren scoffed at the sight of the helpless king.
"I haven't even drawn my sword against you, and you're already in this pitiful state? I didn't know the arrogant betrayer of Ardel was this weak and useless!"
Using only his fists and hardened boots, the grand duke had landed several blows and kicks on the king.
It was evident that Kaizer was no match for his formidable opponent. He was nothing more than a selfish and greedy traitor.
"Please! Please, don't kill me!" the king begged once more.
Kyren's response dripped with sarcasm.
