Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master



He raised his sword again, this time to cut down Geller. Even though he was stunned by the scene, he quickly regained his composure and sidestepped to avoid the blow.

The sword came down on the ground with full power, gauging a line on the ground where it touched.

Geller quickly ran towards a soldier, but before he can react Geller drove his fist through the man's stomach, making him pass out. With quick precision, he grabbed the downed man's sword and raised his sword quickly, meeting Brock's sword.

Sparks flew as the two blades collided, in a matter of seconds they exchanged countless blows. 

Both soldiers were evenly matched in size and strength. Their swords clashed repeatedly, creating sparks and causing blood to splatter all over the place.

Lady Aria begged King Sterlin to stop this madness but all he did was laugh at her and said to enjoy the fine swordsmanship between the two.

Geller moved forward, trying to gain the upper hand. He attacked Brock's left flank but Brock easily evaded his attack.

It was clear that Geller had more skill in swordsmanship, but Brock had more experience.

Brock blocked Geller's next attack, and countered with a counterstrike on Geller's right flank. Geller once again dodged the attack and landed a blow on Brock, sending him staggering backward.

Brock fell on his back, looking up at Geller as he prepared another attack.

But just when Geller was about to land a blow on Brock, a beam of light shot from the crowd.

It perfectly connected with the open back of Geller, sending him flying through the air, crashing onto the ground.

"Stop this madness, King Sterlin," Aria pleaded, even going on her knees to beg him to stop. "This is foolishness, if you go through this then there won't be any turning back. It will be a war. Is this what you want to do? To go to war against one of the four major kingdoms? You think you can win against them?"

He stopped laughing and slowly turned to face her. "Yes," he said, his voice was barely a whisper. "This is what I want to do. To wage war against these hypocrites! Four major kingdoms! Thuff~" He spat on the ground. "We're also a kingdom, one of the most powerful out there. They called my sister for discussion and killed her! You think this is because of madness, huh? Do you really think that my sister doesn't even deserve justice?"

Lady Aria was dumbstruck by the King's vehemence. She never thought that the King was capable of such actions. She didn't know how to respond so she just stayed silent and bowed her head, tears streaming from her eyes. "Justice? You call this justice? This is murder, this is nothing more than barbarism!"

King Sterlin roared at her. "Shut up, you stupid bitch! Why don't you tell me what you think is justice? What would you do if someone kills your family, and they came to your house and demands a welcome party?" He grabbed her by the hair, making her look at his face.

She could see his eyes, the madness in them. "You've gone mad, Sterlin! You've gone mad!

He smiled, filled with madness and hatred. "Perhaps, I have, and then again, men are supposed to go mad. It's in their nature, after all." His words were like venomous snakes crawling into her ears. 

Brock regained his balance and ran towards the sprawling man. He swung his sword down at him, but Geller turned around and blocked it with his own sword.

Brock then unloaded a barrage of strikes on the downed man, each blows stronger than the previous one.

Even though Geller used all his strength and mana to power his blocks, the simple sword of a regular soldier was not built for this much power, coursing through it and being struck with.

After some more blocks, cracks started to appear on the sword blade.

"Looks like this is the end of the line for you, Springan!" Brock laughed as he watched the sword forming cracks. It felt exhilarating to see a sword being cracked because of his power.

Geller was trying his hard to survive. "Cheating to kill someone is not honorable, islander." He said, gritting his teeth.

A vein popped on Brock's forehead. Hearing Geller calling him an islander was an insult to him, which made him angry.

"I'll have no mercy on you now," Brock shouted as his power increased.

Geller cursed his mouth but he understood this was the end of the line for him.

With every swing of the sword, more and more cracks appeared until finally, it snapped.

"See you in hell, islander!" He said. A final attempt to anger and belittle his enemy, and it worked.

Brock, with a loud yell, plunged his sword through Geller's face. It perfectly pierced the skull and exited out the other side.

The sword tore through the midsection between the eyes and the nose, killing him instantly. The body slumped to the floor.

"Bravo! Bravo Brock!" The King clapped in happiness. "That was a splendid show, Brock. I'm looking forward to what you're going to do to the lovely little lady there. Perhaps you can give us a show. What do you think, my good men?" He asked the audience but everyone was silent.

They were too engrossed by the spectacle that had taken place earlier.

"No fun, eh?" He was disappointed. "Brock, give me a show, will you?"

Brock bowed his head and turned towards the lady. She hasn't moved a single inch since the start.

Brock thought she might be in shock or something. "Don't worry, little flower, I won't do anything like that to you. I promise you I'll be gentle."

He approached the lady and stood in front of her with a menacing smile. "You'll be tasty, I bet." And he grabbed her shoulder, more precisely on her dress.

He intended to tear it completely and expose her skin.

But before he can do it, she suddenly touched his heart with the palm of her hand.

It was so fast and smooth, he couldn't even react to the touch.

There was no word uttered from her mouth, but the simple movement of her head and the eyes that suddenly focused on his own made him shudder and pee himself.

And then he exploded, completely and utterly.