182 A Gentle Kiss

'No.'

Thales clenched his teeth. He should not give up, it was not the end, there was still a chance.

Black Sword had said that a powerful warrior must take every aspect into consideration, bet every leverage he had solely on his final victory.

'Leverage… What else do I have?'

Thales ground his teeth, forcing himself to calm down within seconds.

The Northland Military Sword Style he had been practicing for only a month. The power of the Sin of Hell's River… But he was far too exhausted to channel it now.

The Blade of Purification that had been lost in this sea of human flesh… That peculiar mystic energy that turned him into an untouchable phantom…

The royal title of the Prince of Constellation, and his current position as a Mystic in the making…

'No, wait a second. There is another bargaining chip—the final one.'