I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity-Chapter 26: True Nature

Charles, hearing Adam’s cold words about the assassin being his target and no one else being allowed to touch him, slowly turned his eyes away from Adam and back towards the terrified assassin.

The assassin was still standing just a few meters away, close enough to see his face clearly, but far enough that he seemed alone in the big hall. The assassin wasn’t just shaking a little; he was trembling hard, like he was freezing cold. He kept nervously looking at Adam, who was walking towards him like a silent, unstoppable force, and then quickly glancing behind him.

Behind the assassin, filling the corridor from which he had run, were dozens of Royal Guards. They were all lined up, standing straight, wearing their shining armor from head to toe.

They looked like a wall of metal. And standing among these guards, giving the whole scene a heavy weight, were the King and the Queen. They weren’t saying anything, not making a sound, but they were watching everything that was happening, their eyes fixed on Adam and the terrified assassin.

Charles, feeling the King’s eyes on him, slowly lifted his head. He looked across the distance and met the King’s gaze. The King didn’t speak either, but he took a deep breath, letting it out softly. Then, with a face that was serious and little worried, he gave Charles a small nod. It was a tiny movement, but Charles, who had served the King for a long time, understood it perfectly.

The King’s nod was an unspoken command. It meant: stand down. Let Adam handle this. We will not interfere here.

Charles understood immediately what needed to be done. He didn’t hesitate for a second, didn’t question the King’s silent order. He turned his attention back towards Adam and the assassin.

Slowly, carefully, Charles pulled his massive sword back. But now, as he pulled it back, the invisible energy field that had earlier stopped the sword dead in the air seemed to be gone. It offered no resistance at all this time.

The heavy weapon moved back easily, smoothly sliding behind him as he drew it out of the invisible hold. With a swift, practiced motion, Charles then moved the sword to his back. The heavy blade went into its home with a solid thud as it locked into place at his back. He wasn’t going to fight.

Then, Charles spread both of his arms out to the sides, away from his body. It was a clear, silent signal, a message to his soldiers.

The Royal Guards standing on both sides of Charles in the hall understood the gesture immediately. They were well-trained and knew their captain’s signals. Without a single word spoken out loud, they took a step back all at the same time, moving in unison.

They kept backing up, retreating further and further back towards the sides of the large Main Hall, spreading out and creating more space. They kept moving until they were standing against the walls, leaving the wide-open space in the middle of the hall completely empty, with only Adam and the lone, terrified assassin standing there. The guards formed a silent circle around the area, weapons still ready, but clearly ordered not to step forward.

Meanwhile, while all of this was happening, Adam continued his slow walk towards the assassin. He wasn’t rushing, but every step brought him closer to his target. And during this entire time, there was something else nobody could quite see clearly, but it was definitely there. There was an energy field, like an invisible shield, around the assassin. This field wasn’t visible like a bubble, but it was definitely present, strong enough to hold Charles’s sword still earlier.

The reason for this energy field was clear: Adam had put it there to make sure no one could interfere, to prevent any attempt by the guards or Charles to capture or take the assassin away from him. The energy field surrounding the assassin remained exactly where it was, a quiet, powerful barrier designed specifically to stop anyone from getting to the assassin except Adam.

Adam had been completely ready to attack Charles, the guards if they had tried to grab the assassin. He was ready for a conflict. But seeing Charles put away his huge sword and watching the Royal Guards back away without trying to resist, he relaxed slightly.

It was a tiny change in his posture, almost too small to notice, but it showed he wasn’t expecting trouble from them anymore. With Charles and the guards out of the way, Adam shifted all of his focus, every bit of his attention, back onto the trembling assassin. The only thing that mattered now was the person standing just ahead of him.

The assassin, seeing Charles and the large group of Royal Guards pulling back and leaving him alone in the middle of the hall, felt the heavy, crushing reality of his situation settle over him like a physical weight. There would be no help. No protection. There would be no rescue coming for him from this direction.

His face twisted with a sudden, desperate look. It wasn’t the look of someone giving up, but of someone who realized there was absolutely no escape left and decided to try one last, impossible thing.

With a choked, strangled cry that was half fear and half rage, he quickly dug his hand inside his torn, bloody jacket. He pulled something out, something hidden away – it was an artifact, a magical object. Its exact purpose wasn’t known to anyone watching yet, but it was clear he was going to use it.

With a final, desperate roar, a sound full of terror and last-ditch defiance, he didn’t run away; he charged straight at Adam.

Adam, however, didn’t move from his place as the assassin ran towards him. Instead, in the blink of an eye, just as the assassin got close, Adam simply vanished. He didn’t run; he was just suddenly gone from the spot where he was standing.

In that very same instant, Adam reappeared. Not far away, but right in front of the charging assassin. He was so close that the assassin, running forward with his artifact raised, barely had time to widen his eyes in shock, change his path.

Drawing his fist back, pulling it tight beside his body. he unleashed a brutal, incredibly powerful punch directly into the assassin’s face.

The force of the blow was immense. It wasn’t just a normal punch; it felt like a sudden explosion. The assassin’s body flew backward through the air at an unnatural speed, faster than any human could normally be thrown. It looked almost exactly as if he had been hit by a cannonball, launching him across the hall.

But before the assassin could crash hard onto the cold marble floor meters away, Adam stretched out his hand and spoke a single, sharp command into the air:

"Teleport."

The moment the word left Adam’s mouth, the falling assassin, still in midair from the punch, instantly vanished. One second he was flying through the air, the next he was gone completely.

In the very next instant, before anyone could even fully register he was gone, the assassin reappeared. He was back – right back in front of Adam, exactly where he had been before Adam punched him and before Adam spoke the word. He hung there in the air for just a split second before gravity took hold.

Adam didn’t show even a flicker of surprise on his face that the assassin was back. He seemed to have expected it. Without wasting a moment, he twisted his body smoothly. As the assassin dropped towards the floor, Adam drove another devastating punch downward from above, smashing his fist straight into the center of the assassin’s chest this time.

The impact was catastrophic. It was a total disaster for the assassin. He was slammed into the marble floor with such incredible force that the beautiful tiles under him cracked instantly and shattered outwards from the point of impact, pieces flying into the air.

A cloud of dust and broken stone rose from the spot where the assassin’s body hit the ground with Adam’s punch driving him down.

A horrific, sickening sound followed the crash—the clear, terrible sound of bones breaking, snapping under the immense amount of pressure.

The assassin’s body convulsed, shaking violently from the pain and the brutal injuries. He immediately coughed up blood, a thick spray hitting the broken tiles. His chest was visibly caved in, pushed inwards by the force of the blow. Inside, his internal organs were crushed, and his ribs were shattered into many pieces, broken beyond any repair. freewebnøvel.coɱ

He lay there in the center of the shattered marble, utterly defeated, a broken figure gasping weakly for air as blood poured from his mouth.