Strongest Minor Villain: The Exiled Prince Is Actually A Genius!?-Chapter 29: He’s Back

Palmer’s smirk slowly faded, replaced by a cold, assessing stare.

"I wanted to do that."

He said, his tone suddenly turning cold.

"Would you like an apology?"

She exhaled softly, her fingers flexing on the hilt of her sword—then, her lips curled ever so slightly.

"I didn’t know the fourth prince threw tantrums like a spoiled brat."

Palmer’s gaze hardened by just a bit.

Then, it softened.

"You’re strong."

He said.

"Indeed Iam."

Vivienne replied.

"But he’s stronger."

Palmer said.

Suddenly, he began to change form.

He stood upright, composed, with not one hint of fear present on his face as his features changed. He did not have any reaction as his hair changed color and grew shorter, as his pupils changed. Not even as his clothing changed.

It didn’t look magical.

It looked raw.

When it was over, Vivienne found herself looking at a different person—Lucien.

Two Luciens were now in front of her.

"You’ve changed."

Vivienne remarked.

Her expression had not changed in the slightest throughout the transformation.

Palmer didn’t reply, he gestured towards Lucien who in turn gave the boy his sword—then, he lunged.

His blade cut through the air in a blur, forcing Vivienne to take the defensive.

The weapon’s clashed against each other.

—Clang!

Sparks flew as Palmer tried to break through her defense, but his attacks were futile as Vivienne easily blocked and parried each of his strikes.

But, the difference between their swordsmanship was clear.

His stance was clean but stiff, while on the hand, Vivienne’s stance flowed like water.

The difference was that one of them was comparable to a pro with the sword while the other barely knew anything past the basics.

It didn’t take long for the prince to get forced to be on the defensive.

Vivienne’s strike met a lazy parry, the blades screeching against each other. Sparks burst between them.

Palmer twisted, his next swing aimed at her legs only for her to leap, spinning mid-air before kicking the flat side of his blade to the side.

Her next kick hit him squarely in the chest, the impact sending him stumbling back.

She dashed forward with a burst of speed, her head slamming into Palmer’s skull.

It was practically steel against bone.

Palmer dropped the weapon, his hand covering the spot on his forehead where he had been hit.

Blood dripped down his fingers, trailing down his temples.

"Is your forehead made of steel?"

He asked, wincing as the blood dripped down.

"No."

Vivienne dashed at him, swinging her blade.

Palmer ducked underneath the slash, his hair grazing the steel as he twisted low and slammed his elbow into her ribs.

The impact made a sickening thud.

However, Vivienne didn’t flinch. She didn’t even take a step back.

She kicked him.

Right in the sternum.

The blow sent Palmer back by a few meters, the ground underneath his boots tearing from the impact.

He caught himself mid-slide, his blade dragging a deep line in the soil as he steadied his breathing.

Palmer grunted as he glanced to the side.

"Lucien, remember I called you for a reason!"

He yelled.

Then he blocked just in time, just as Vivienne’s punch was about to land on his chest.

Palmer was sent skidding backwards.

It was at that moment Lucien moved, he appeared with a flash of wind, blade in hand, moving so fast it seemed like he had teleported.

Vivienne moved to dodge the sudden blitz. She moved like liquid, barely avoiding his initial attack.

However, Lucien wasn’t done.

He quickly transitioned into another slash.

This time Vivienne couldn’t dodge.

Lucien’s sword grazed her skin, drawing blood.

Both of them retreated.

Vivienne backed up to the tree while Lucien went back to help Palmer.

"You’re strong."

She complimented Lucien.

The boy didn’t respond.

"You on the other hand changed into him, but you retained all your qualities. Isn’t your Origin Card a little too useless?"

She questioned.

Palmer didn’t overreact at her question.

"You only say that because I’m not using it the way I’m supposed to."

He replied calmly, straightening himself as blood dripped down his forehead.

"Then use it the right way."

She didn’t wait for them to move, she dashed forward with essence flaring beneath her feet in a sudden burst of light.

Her sword was inescapable and alarmingly faster than she had been moving during their previous clash.

He couldn’t dodge it.

And he didn’t have to.

Lucien’s sword intercepted the blow, his sword stopping her blade mid-swing with a sharp metallic ring.

The instant he parried, Palmer lunged.

He slammed his elbow into her ribs, following with a sharp strike to her jaw.

She was pushed a step back, just a step, but it was enough for both of them to move.

Lucien pressed forward with another swing, one that Vivienne raised her blade to meet late.

The other boy darted in, ducked under her counter, and drove his chest into her abdomen with as much force as he could muster.

Vivienne slid back, her heels digging into the dirt.

But they weren’t done, Lucien charged in once more.

However, Vivienne had had enough of their block and counter method.

She ducked under Lucien’s attack, whipping her legs in an arc to connect a spinning kick that hit Lucien right in his jaw.

He was sent staggering backwards.

Before he could recover, she was already on Palmer.

She threw the sword straight at his head.

He dodged, but just as he turned back to face her, her knee smashed into his nose.

Her knee was brutal, like being struck with a sledgehammer. His head snapped back and his vision blurred for a second.

In that second, Vivienne dashed forward and drove a powerful kick straight into his sternum.

"Ahhh!"

The air rushed from his lungs as he tumbled into a tree.

One of his orbs shattered as he crashed into the tree.

Vivienne’s gaze went to her other opponent, she then sidestepped just in time to avoid an air slash by Lucien.

"A vertical slash, really?"

She mocked.

"Yes."

It was the first time during their fight that Lucien spoke.

Lucien swung his sword at the air several times, releasing a wind blade with every swing.

Vivienne dodged each and every one of them, not even a single one grazed her.

Finally, Lucien threw his sword at her.

She leaned to the side, the sword whistling past her ear and embedding itself into a tree trunk behind her.

Lucien used the split-second to activate one of his skills, and at the same time close the gap between them. A sudden burst of wind propelled him forward, even faster than his earlier blitz.

His fist shot towards Vivienne’s head, his attack was perfect—clean form, tight rotation and even perfect weight distribution, all the while dipped with his essence.

Vivienne blocked, but the impact cracked through her arm like a hammer striking iron.

He shifted his weight, stepping into her guard with a smooth pivot. His elbow darted toward her collarbone, though she caught it with her palm.

His knee came next, slamming into her hip and driving her a step back.

Vivienne retaliated instantly, she raised her leg to deliver a low front kick.

Lucien immediately reached the grab her foot, but at the last second she twisted her foot and performed a flawless question mark kick.

His head snapped to the side. If it was Palmer his jaw would have already been dislocated after being hit again and again. Lucien, of course, was a different breed.

Vivienne quickly regained balance and tried to get a few jabs in, but Lucien straightened up to block them just in time.

They both exchanged blows.

It was a hurricane of fists, kicks and elbows that crashed into the two fighters, each strike placed with the intention of breaking an orb.

But, that was the problem, the orbs were hardly cracking. Perhaps it was because the owners of said orbs were the strongest applicants, or maybe it was because their punches were lacking in power.

Though, it was probably the first one.

Lucien seemed to be having a slight advantage at the moment—she was being pushed, being challenged by an opponent far stronger than anyone she had faced in this test.

Their fists collided a final time before they were abruptly interrupted.

"Hello dumbfucks!"

A loud voice sounded.

Lucien and Vivienne backed away from each other, then turned to see the owner of the voice.

It was Arthur....

"In case, you all forgot, there was a third person in this two v one both of you are supposed to be in."

He said calmly.

....Arthur’s hand was gripping his brother’s balls.

Literally.