The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell
Chapter 82

Behind the veil, Lucy acted like an adult and rubbed her chin while looking at Mozart.

Then, she commented, “I didn't expect him to have such integrity!”

At that moment, Joe's eyes flashed with doubts, shock, surprise, suspicion, anger, and such emotions.

As her realm was much higher than Lucy's, Joe's hearing was also much better than Lucy's. Although Sandra only said a few words just now, she could hear him.

Joe listened to that voice every day for the past ten days, and she was even familiar with it. However, Joe was reluctant to believe that the ordinary-looking man who trained with her every day was Sandra!

'Shape-shifting inscription.

That's right! He knows how to inscribe, and naturally, he owns shape-shifting inscriptions.’ Based on that reasoning, many of Joe's questions were answered.

Nonetheless, she was still secretly panicking.

Joe found it hard to describe her current messy feelings.

Initially, Joe was highly repulsive of the wedding George arranged for her, so she always hated Sandra that she never even met before.

However, that man that she despised left a deep impression of himself in those ten days.

He even helped her improve by leaps and bounds.

Hence, Joe was instantly confused.

Suddenly, Lucy spoke, “However, Marsha and Yoel seem to be enemies, so we might be witnessing an interesting match soon.

After all, Yoel is considered to be someone with potential among the Lawrence family’s younger generation, and he's not in the same league as Sheena a tall.

Lady Joe, once Marsha loses to Yoel, you'll have a reason to reject the marriage.”

Joe's mind was all over the place, and she replied to Lucy absent-mindedly as she kept peeking at Sandra in the crowd from time to time.

“What should I do? If Lucy finds out about this, she'll make fun of him.

She'll say... Lady Joe, you say you don't like him, but in these few days, you let him hug you and embrace you.

Even though you say you don’t want him, your body betrays you.’ At the thought of that, Joe suddenly felt her cheeks warming, and she could not help but scolded Lucy, “You're so annoying!" "Ha?" Lucy was confused, and she showed a baffled expression.

At that time, the competition was still ongoing in the arena.

Except for a few of them, the Lawrence family’s younger generation was generally not in a high realm.

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The winner would already be decided in the first few minutes.

About two hours later, the first round of the competition officially ended.

The match that ended the fastest was Ashton’s.

He did not even get into the ring, and his opponent already voluntarily gave up.

The second round of matches soon started after a short break.

Yoel's opponent at that time was in a similar realm as him.

Thus, he had to use more energy and showcased the Heavenly Spike Swordsmanship to win against that person.

Only when he sent his opponent's sword flying and kicked him out of the arena did Yo el feel relieved.

Then, he turned to look at Sandra viciously, but Sandra was not even looking at him.

Instead, Sandra completely ignored him.

"You're something else! The next round, it's going to be you!” Yoel glared at Sandra and shouted. “Idiot,” Sandra uttered softly, just enough for Yoel to hear him.

Next, he leaped into the ring and faced his opponent.

At that time, his opponent was a chubby teenager.

His weapon was a long knife, and he was a second-stage True Martial Realm warrior.

However, his aptitude would only be mediocre if he could only achieve the second stage of True Martial Realm at his age.

The chubby teenager understood that, so he did not have much hope to win.

Once Sandra walked into the ring, the chubby boy nervously cupped his hands and greeted, "Please... Please give me... Some advice, Marsha.”

Sandra looked at the kid and smiled warmly.

"You want some advice?”

“Mmhm!” The teenager flushed and nodded his head hard.

“Then, show me what you got.

After getting Sandra's encouragement, the teenager took a deep breath.

“Thank you, Marsha! My swordsmanship is a low-rank Mortal Grade martial skill, the Water-Breaker Swordsmanship.”

After he said that, he slashed at Mozart.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The chubby boy's strength was much better than Sheena's, but it still did not make Sandra budge. Each time he slashed at Bolot, Sandra just needed to wave his hand simply, and he could dispel his opponent's attack.

However, that did not mean the boy was useless, as each time Sandra dispelled his attacks, Sandra would guide him on certain improvements.

"Exert for strength on your waist and abdomen!”

"Step three inches forward!”

“Raise your arm higher!”

"Use your shoulders, not your arms!”

Although the chubby teenager's forehead was beaded with sweat, his eyes burned brighter, and it was evident that he benefited a lot.

Not on that chubby boy, but the other Lawrence family members below were also attentively watching, carefully analyzing as they appeared thoughtful.

After all, many people present were also practicing the Water-Breaker Swordsmanship, and they had a better understanding of that martial skill.

When they heard Sandra's notes, they analyzed the movements again.

They felt that they learned a lot as if they were enlightened.

Hence, most of them wanted to leave to find a spot and give it a try immediately.

Even some of the elders on the high platform also nodded and smiled, showing praising looks toward Mozart.

However, Keith was different.

Sandra was not only in the limelight, but he also won over many hearts.

Thus, Keith's face was as dark as a pot.

After practicing for a round, the chubby teenager did not pester Marsha anymore, and he cupped his hands at Mozart.

“Thank you for the guidance, Marsha! I admit defeat.

I wish you success in the ensuing battles and achieve a great result.”

When Keith heard that, his face turned even gloomier.

Once Sandra walked down the arena, he noticed that the surrounding Lawrence family members cast him friendly gazes, and their attitude was much different than before.

That was not surprising for Mozart.

After all, when he just entered the Lawrence family, his status was low, and he did not even show his actual ability.

Therefore, other people naturally would not value him.

At best, Sandra only made others pay more attention to him and be afraid of him when he beat up Jordan in the Lawrence family’s council chamber and showed his martial art and inscription skills. Nevertheless, Sandra guidance and help for the younger generations when he was in the arena made more family members start to like him and admire him.

Many of the younger teenagers around the age of 13 would also take the initiative to greet Mozart. They showed their admiration on their faces, and it was apparent that they regarded Sandra as their idol.

Sandra smiled and nodded.

After greeting the crowds, he looked at Yoel.

Yoel gritted his teeth in anger as Sandra was suddenly very popular.

When he suddenly noticed that Sandra looked at him, he saw Sandra mouthing, “You're dead.” “B*stard! I'm going to kill you!" Yoel panted heavily, clenched his fists, and his expression was extremely sinister.

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