The Golden Throne

Liu Feng gripped the sword. It was the first time that he actually held it. One thing that his father did not allow him to do was use his sword. It was the most precious thing that his father had, and he never let anyone handle it except for himself. 

Looking at it, Liu Feng marveled at it.

"I still do not know how this sword was made." he thought to himself.

He raised it up for the whole crowd to see. Even Liu Qian recognized this sword.

"So big brother gave that sword to you? But do you think that a sword will be enough to defeat me? The user will heavily constraint it. It is a shame for such a magnificent sword to stay with you. As the future king, I shall take the liberty of relieving you of this natural treasure." Liu Qian said.

"Do you really think that you will be able to defeat me? Even if you are able to defeat me, do you think that you can take control of the throne? With just a snap of my fingers, you will be dead. If I wanted to, I can just sit down, and everything that I want to be done will be done. You are just a small hurdle that I could barely face. Why would I care about you even a little?" Liu Feng sneered.

"No more talking. Let us fight." Liu Qian pointed his sword towards Liu Feng. Liu Feng did the same. The man who was orchestrating this whole charade shouted, "Let the fight begin!"

The moment the man said those words, Liu Qian flew forward. The sword was about to reach Liu Feng's neck when Liu Feng deflected the sword with a flick of his wrist.

Clang!

The two swords hit each other, but Liu Qian's sword was thrown off balance. Liu Feng did not give Liu Qian any time to rest. He took a step forward and slashed towards Liu Qian's chest. Liu Qian frowned as he tilted back and hit the sword with his own sword's hilt.

"Aren't you a bit cruel? Aiming for your dear Uncle's life?" Liu Qian shouted so that everyone could hear him.

"Cruel? Cruel is the fact that you are facing a child and yet not even handicapping yourself. How will I even have a chance? All that I am doing is swinging the sword randomly. But swords do not have eyes. If the sword were to strike you in an unsightly way, then there is nothing that I can do." Liu Feng smiled faintly.

Liu Feng did not allow his uncle to even get a chance to recover. Quickly stepping forward again, he slashed the sword down. Rather than striking it at the body, he aimed it at the handle of the sword, trying to relieve Liu Qian of his sword.

Liu Qian's face changed. He let go of the sword, and Liu Feng's sword hit only empty space. Liu Feng staggered forward, losing balance. He quickly regained his footing, and turned around to parry the barrage of attacks that were coming towards him.

"I never thought that fighting would be this easy. He really is nothing compared to any of the demons. Looks like the mana which strengthened my body did an excellent job. All of his strikes feel so much lighter and slower than they are supposed to be." Liu Feng exclaimed.

Liu Qian was not having a good time. This was supposed to be an easy fight for him. He was supposed to be able to defeat Liu Feng within a few bouts. But this had already dragged too far.

"I will end this now." Liu Qian shouted as he held the sword with both hands and he struck down. Liu Feng tilted his sword and he deflected the attack elsewhere. He then took a step to the side, and Liu Qian fell forward. 

Liu Feng took his sword and pointed it towards the unguarded neck of his opponent.

"You lost." Liu Feng said coldly.

The crowd was silent, and nothing dared to say anything. Liu Feng was standing there confidently, and Liu Qian was on the ground.

"Impossible. You won only because of that sword. You shouldn't have used that swoerd. That is the reason that you won. This does not count." Liu Qian screamed with disbelief.

"I have this sword because I am the rightful heir. So then. There shouldn't be any other problem. I am the king, am I not?" Liu Feng said with a loud voice, declaring it to the entire crowd.

"Ye-yes." the man who had the scroll said as he stuttered. His face was unsightly as he looked at Liu Feng with fear. He then looked at Liu Zhen who was sitting on the sidelines with a shaking head.

"I will deal with all of you later. For now, solidifying my power is more important for me." Liu Feng thought to himself coldly. 

He turned back, and sat back on the throne. He slammed the sword on the ground, and it stayed upright in front of him.

"The crown prince, Liu Feng shall become the next king. All hail the king!" the man said.

"All hail the king!" the crowd followed.

"I don't believe this. This is not possible. I was supposed to be the king. I was supposed to be the king." Liu Qian said with a low voice. He then looked at Liu Feng with hatred. 

"You are the reason that this happened. If you die, I will be the king." he laughed as he got up. He grabbed his sword and rushed towards Liu Feng. He swung the sword down on a defenseless Liu Feng.

Clang!

The sword fell out of Liu Qian's face. Between Liu Feng and Liu Qian, an angry Arad stood by.

"Is this all that you amount to? Sneak attacking? This is the reason that humans are looked upon so poorly." Arad scoffed.

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