Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 173 Rhys vs. The King of Enkland

"...Let me show you how."

"Oho..."

There was a certain silence that followed after that. The knights, the guests, and perhaps even the very ambiance itself all shushed as Rhys and the King just stared at each other; clearly amused but still very much wary of each other.

And without even saying another word, Rhys grabbed a part of the broken table and threw it straight toward the King without even any hesitation. The King, of course, just smirked as he created another weapon made of water in his hand — this time, it was a greatsword.

If one were to see this for the first time, one would probably laugh at it. Who actually brandishes a weapon made out of nothing but water? Wouldn't that just be completely defeated with just a simple force?

No. The King did not even brandish or swing the greatsword at all, he just held it in front of him... and it completely sliced the table hurtling toward him into two without even a slight resistance.

The greatsword wasn't just a bundle of water, it was practically a water jet that was compressed to its limits looping over and over again to resemble the shape of a sword — if anything, it would be better to call it a high-pressure water chainsaw... it was deadly. No wonder it was able to cut through Rhys's threads.

"I would not advise that if I were you, Master Rhys." With his right hand still holding the aqua greatsword, he stretched his left hand behind him and summoned a shield that was almost as large as him. And there, Rhys's fist stopped just inches away from making contact with the aqua shield — if he did, his knuckles would have probably disintegrated,

"But then again, one should know when to commit...

...like this."

"!!!"

Rhys quickly leaped back; somersaulting in the air as he avoided all the water tendrils that suddenly shot out from the shield.

"Hm..." Rhys did not even have time to properly breathe, however, as the tendrils just continued to extend toward him; following him like a homing missile. Each of the tentacles was capable of fully shaving the floor even though they were just grazing it; the obviously expensive tiles and carpets, ruined.

"Sooner or later, you will get tired or dodging, Master Rhys," the King has not even moved from his spot as the streams of water just continued to shoot out from his aqua shield, "No, I heard a certain rumor that you do not get tired...

...so I just need to brute force my way to victory."

The King suddenly moved from his spot, finally waving the greatsword toward Rhys; creating a violent crescent wave that seemed to slice the very air itself.

This time, however, Rhys met the water jet head-on, stretching his palm toward it as he also blasted compressed air, not onto it, but inside it — completely breaking the water jet apart and causing it to just shower everywhere.

"...Of course, Your Majesty," and with a small breath escaping Rhys's lips, he suddenly let go of his scalpel as he spun in place; slapping the King's wrist away at the same time before stepping beside him and moving to his back. He then grabbed another scalpel from his utility belt, but he held it on the sharp end.

Rhys was about to end the King's entire career as the blunt end of his scalpel was now heading toward his neck... when Rhys saw the expressions of all the guests. A mix of shock, fear, and perhaps even disappointment. Even the knights, who were previously cheering for the King's defeat, had their eyes and mouth wide open.

And as soon as he saw this, Rhys suddenly stopped his attack mid-way, letting out a small sigh as he glanced at the King who was now turning toward him.

"Ho..." The King just took a glance at the scalpel before letting out a deep breath, "...The throne owes you for this, Master Rhys."

"Yes, you do."

And as soon as Rhys finished his words, the King let go of his aqua daggers and punched Rhys straight down his cheek, causing him to violently bounce on the floor.

"For Enkland!"

And as the King roared and raised his hands in victory, the only thing that Rhys could really do was shake his head and sigh; the cheers of the guests and the knights in the banquet hall, enough to turn one deaf from how loud it was.

"For the Throne!"

"For the King!"

And before Rhys could even fully stand up, however, the King suddenly grabbed his arm and also raised it in the air.

"For Master Rhys...

...and his wedding to Princess Linette!"

"Huh...?" Rhys's eyes could not help but turn wide as soon as he heard the King's words. Once again, he was getting dragged by the Royal Family.

"All of you are invited to their future wedding that will be happening this month!" The King roared, and the guests just reciprocated.

"For Master Rhys and Princess Linette! Long live Enkland!"

Rhys then turned to look at Lina, who quickly mouthed the very same thought he had in his mind.

As soon as Rhys got what he wanted in Enkland, they needed to leave as soon as possible.