Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Soren glanced at Rast in slight surprise, clearly not expecting him to appear at this moment.

Princess Wenna's expression was very complex. On one hand, she hoped Rast could send Soren away, and on the other hand, she wished Soren would find a reason to kill Rast.

Soren merely glanced at Rast and asked indifferently, "Oh, who are you?"

This dismissive attitude made a cold light flash in Rast's eyes.

In terms of age, Rast was two years older than Soren. If it weren't for his extremely high talent in cultivation, he would have been kicked out of the palace long ago.

Now, he was already in the mid-stage of a sixth-tier knight. Although his status couldn't compare to the crown prince, his cultivation far surpassed Soren's.

In this world of swords and magic, strength was the foundation of respect.

Rast still suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and introduced himself, "I am Rast, who tested at the eighth-grade elementary level last time, and was subsequently adopted under Royal Concubine Nina."

After listening, Soren just nodded arrogantly and said, "Oh! If there's nothing else, step aside!"

Rast's face turned red with anger at Soren's words.

Princess Wenna, who was beside him, couldn't help but want to laugh out loud when she saw this scene.

For some reason, seeing Rast being submissive and cautious in front of Soren, afraid of angering him, and Soren mercilessly striking him down, gave Princess Wenna a sense of indescribable comfort.

Princess Wenna understood in her heart that Soren should already know about her and Rast's private dealings.

Soren's current attitude towards Rast was an expression of his dissatisfaction.

After all, within the palace, Soren's attitude towards his other royal siblings had always been gentle and kind, which was well-known.

Recently, even the two princesses born to the empress were very close to this Crown Prince Soren.

Rast gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, Crown Prince, I just saw you practicing your sword here. Recently, I have gained some insights into swordsmanship, so I wanted to come and ask for your guidance."

Upon hearing this, Soren became interested. He waved the longsword in his hand and beckoned to Rast, saying, "That's perfect, my hands are also itching."

Rast drew his ceremonial sword and slowly approached Soren.

Rast said, "Your Highness, my cultivation has already reached the mid-stage of the sixth tier. Do you need me to hold back?"

"Is that all you've got?" Soren said coldly, his words full of disdain.

Rast was enraged by Soren's words, and his swordsmanship became even more fierce. Every move and stance carried a ruthless force, each strike aimed to kill.

However, Soren seemed to be handling it with ease. His sword seemed to have a life of its own, and every block and counterattack was perfectly timed.

Soren's words were like sharp thorns, piercing Rast's heart fiercely and shattering his self-esteem into pieces.

"With your kind of trash, even if you cultivate to the eighth tier, you'll still be useless."

Soren's words showed no mercy, and his contemptuous tone was as if he was watching a grand joke.

Rast's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted angrily, "Shut up!" His voice even trembled slightly,

obviously stimulated by Soren's words.

But how could Soren easily let go of this opportunity? He continued to mock, "What's wrong, did I hit the nail on the head? A sixth-tier can't even beat me, a fifth-tier. Wouldn't I be able to instantly kill you when I break through to the sixth tier?"

As he spoke, he easily dodged Rast's frantic attacks, casually waving the sword in his hand,

as if this battle was just a game to him.

"As expected, trash is still trash even if they manage to break through to the sixth tier."

A sneer hung on the corner of Soren's mouth. He suppressed his cultivation from beginning to end, and only used the combat power of the fifth-tier peak to beat Rast to the point where he had no power to fight back.

Princess Wenna saw everything clearly from the side. Her brow furrowed slightly. She was very surprised. On one hand, she was surprised by Soren's fighting power, which far exceeded her imagination. He was able to overpower Rast, who was in the mid-stage of the sixth tier, with just the fifth tier;

On the other hand, she was amazed by Soren's "trash-talking" skills, which were like poisonous thorns, causing Rast to completely lose his mind.

"He's deliberately provoking Rast," Princess Wenna thought to herself. She began to speculate about Soren's intentions.

Soren was definitely not doing this simply to vent his anger. Perhaps he wanted to use this method to make Rast reveal flaws in his anger, or perhaps he had other deeper plans.

Rast had already been completely overwhelmed by anger. His swordsmanship was even more chaotic, but the force of his attacks was getting stronger and stronger. Every sword carried a fierce wind.

Soren responded with a playful expression. His steps moved nimbly, easily dodging Rast's attacks.

"Look at you, like a mad beast, without any method," Soren continued to mock.

At this moment, Rast suddenly exerted all his strength, pouring all his magic power into the sword. The sword body shone with dazzling light as he slashed down fiercely at Soren.

Soren, however, didn't panic. At the critical moment, he dodged to the side, and Rast's sword struck the ground heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Soren seized this opportunity and instantly closed in. He held the sword against Rast's throat. "How is it, trash? Do you understand the difference between us now?"

Rast's eyes widened, and the anger in his eyes was still burning, but he couldn't move at this moment. Feeling the slight chill coming from his throat, his body began to tremble slightly.

When Princess Wenna saw this scene, she quickly shouted, "Your Highness, Crown Prince, please spare him! He was just acting impulsively."

Soren glanced at Princess Wenna and sneered, "His impulsiveness almost cost him his own life, but I don't want to see blood today, so I'll spare him this time." With that, Soren sheathed his sword and turned to leave.

However, Rast said fiercely at this moment, "Soren, I won't let you go. I will repay the humiliation of today tenfold."

Soren stopped and looked back at Rast. "Then I'll wait and see, but with just you, I'm afraid you'll never have that chance." After saying that, Soren strode away.

Rast stood in place, clenching his fists, the resentment in his heart growing wildly like weeds.