"Hmph, what's the point of saying all this?"
Lady Olivia sneered coldly, "Even if Lynn isn't the real Amputator, the Fourth Prince died because of him. Just this crime alone is enough for him to die a thousand, ten thousand times."
The audience's chatter didn't interrupt the continuation of the sky curtain scene, where people could clearly see a fierce battle erupt between Lynn and the Amputator.
Within the scene, Lynn elegantly snapped his fingers. In an instant, countless thorny brambles entwined around him, and amid the piercing howls, a crimson halo rippled outwards like waves.
The Amputator appeared to be severely injured, with all his limbs thrashing wildly like tentacles, convulsing endlessly.
Opportunities are fleeting.
Lynn curled his right hand around an invisible grip. Black threads wove into a spiraling Knight Spear in his palm. Though a sense of unease lingered in his heart, his actions were without hesitation—twist, exert, throw!
"Pfft!"
