Chapter 117- The Reunion

Feeling the cold blade on his neck, Prince Dominic was furious. How could he have let his guard down. As the renown Prince of Paris, and having trained on the art of combat since he was a child, how could he accept defeat by an amateur.

'Obviously this kid is no experienced fighter, and to be cheated and be outdone by him is just embarrassing. But I'm a Prince, I can't lose.'

"I said, say your last words pal!" Jake yelled.

Prince Dominic thought of countermeasures quickly. "Who said I've lost," after he spoke, the Prince used his left hand to squeeze Jake's injured shoulder.

The Prince had thought about it. He'd hurt Jake where he previously stabbed him and then use this momentum to turn the tables.

After using all his strength to squeeze and jab the injured shoulder, Jake merely glanced at his hand.

Seeing Jake's smirk, Prince Dominic was astonished.

Why is he not hurting?

Seeing his puzzled face, Jake leaned back and used his right hand to reveal the wounded area.

What?