Bab 97: 98. The Killer

Vidarr then pulled back his sword and stepped back. He sheathed back his sword and massaged his forehead that pricked at certain spots.

'Damn this power. Now I have triple color eyes.' He thought.

The king rushed down from the throne towards them. He then came beside his son and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"What happened?" The king asked. He then looked at Vidarr. "What have you done to my son.

"He lost," Vidarr said.

"That's impossible." The king said and looked at his son for an explanation.

The son was on his knees with his hand placed on the ground. He gazed down at the floor. 'Why wasn't I able to move?' He thought. 'I was stuck at the moment and forced myself to moved, the next moment I was free and fall forward by the force.' The son then looked at Vidarr. 'Did he do it?'