LittleNovel“Hey, hey, hey! | didn’t say that! Don’t go putting words in my mouth!” Francel protested, but Marcus wasn’t about to let him get a
word in edgewise.
“Listen up! Standing before you is the head of the Malrose family, Marcus Malrose! I'm the man destined to be a god!” Marcus
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtroared, cutting Francel off.
Marcus launched another attack. Francel, now weaponless, had no choice but to keep dodging. Even as he evaded the onslaught,
he began to piece together why his weapon had been so easily destroyed.
Cold energy was the Malrose family’s ancestral energy cultivation method that was thought to be lost after a catastrophic event
that led to their decline and subsequent expulsion from the upper echelons by the Four Great Families.
For Marcus, this was a once-in-a-lifetchance. He was determined to restore his family’s honor no matter what.
Francel’s arm was frozen solid, forcing him to retreat. He knew that moving it now would likely cause it to shatter into pieces. Just
as he found himself in a tight spot, a little girl of about seven or eight years old, suddenly crunning toward him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Old man! Catch this!” she shouted.
“Got it!” Francel grabbed the wooden staff she threw to him and, with a swift strike, shattered the ice encasing his right hand.
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