I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 120

Chapter 117: Extraordinary Beings?

Brunwen’s massive frame was sent flying!

Charlotte glanced at Roy in disbelief but quickly snapped back to reality, forcing herself to stand. She yelled, “Don’t worry about me, just run!”

Maybe Roy had some tricks up his sleeve, but he was still only Sequence 9. Even if he could hold off Brunwen for a moment, he was no match!

Injured, Charlotte stumbled, and Roy gently caught her in his arms.

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon.”

Roy gave her a calm smile, untroubled by the storm around them, before setting her aside and resolutely turning back.

Despite her anxiety, Charlotte, too injured to move, could only obediently wait.

As he faced Brunwen again, the smile had vanished from the young boy’s face, replaced by chilling coldness.

He thought he would feel fear at taking a life, but seeing the blood on Charlotte’s lips ignited a fury that burned away any trace of fear.

Roy stared intensely at Brunwen, unbuttoning his coat and letting it fall.

“What’s the matter? Weren’t you acting tough against Charlotte just now? You’re scared to move against me?”

“Just some False King’s blood…” Brunwen sneered, clutching his mouth.

How strange.

That last strike had caught Brunwen off guard and hadn’t done much damage, yet he felt a sense of dissonance.

The power behind that punch was way beyond a Sequence 9’s level!

Could it be some secret technique for a temporary boost? Or perhaps an extraordinary item that enhanced strength?

Brunwen’s vigilance kicked in.

But what of it?

In the darkness, Brunwen curled his lips into a sinister smile, chuckling.

“Do you know why I submitted to my king’s grace?”

Roy replied nonchalantly, “Isn’t it because you’re insane?”

“Hahaha! Mortals always think they know it all, viewing truth as heresy, unable to grasp our great faith!”

“Twenty years ago, I was just an ordinary woodcutter, satisfied with my mundane life. Then one day, the knight order fought the Evil Dragon Society near my village. They burned down the entire village, and my wife, child, and friends were all engulfed in flames…”

Listening to Brunwen’s tragic past, Roy couldn’t help but frown.

“If you think recounting your sob story will make me let my guard down, you’re wasting your breath.”

“Sell my sorrow? No, no, no! You’ve misunderstood something!” Brunwen suddenly lifted his head, no trace of sorrow left on his face.

In his cold eyes burned an uncontrollable fervor, so much so that he was nearly drooling, his scales twisting with his breath!

“What I wanted to say is how beautiful that scene was!”

“Commoners or nobles alike, under the dragon’s fire, all are but ants! At that moment, I understood—wealth, power, class, all are illusions in the face of true strength! Family, friendship, love—mere burdens for mortals!”

“The only honor for all beings lies in serving the supreme King! And I have become an extraordinary being by shedding all my burdens!”

Brunwen raised his arms, passionately praising.

Then, he looked back at Roy, a sneer plastered on his face: “And you, clearly having a chance to escape, would rather sacrifice yourself to protect your lord, to protect your girl? How foolish! You’re the lowest of the low!”

Brunwen always took pleasure in sharing gleeful tales of his past.

Unfortunately, foolish mortals either fell into anger or panic, unable to grasp this beauty.

Yet Roy sighed softly.

The boy’s tranquil gaze made Brunwen inexplicably irritable.

“You seem to have misunderstood something.”

“What?”

“I’m not here to sacrifice myself. I’m here to kill you.”

Brunwen finally understood the boy’s gaze.

It radiated a cold, pure intent to kill—he truly wanted to take his life.

For Brunwen, that was an utterly naked humiliation.

Kill me? Just you?

You should be scared, you should tremble, you should glare at me with resentment but hesitate to act out of power disparity—like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!

The second prince Leo had already fallen, and you’re just a pampered little noble brat, daring to wish for my life?!

“Just some lucky sneak attack. Don’t get too cocky, brat!”

“Whether it was luck or not, you’re welcome to try!”

Brunwen roared, unleashing a violent dragon’s roar that crushed forward with unseen pressure.

Kill him? Too easy! He needed this brat to understand his greatness! Make this lowly being kneel and beg for mercy!

In the distance, Charlotte felt her limbs go numb, unable to move even a finger.

This was dragon might!

The dragon’s might could even disregard the original sequence gap; even an Extraordinary Being at Sequence 6 could be temporarily immobilized under it. What could a mere brat, reliant on external powers, possibly do?!

But Brunwen never expected that after a dragon’s roar, Roy would charge straight at him, throwing a punch!

With a thunderous bang, the punch was as heavy as a mountain.

This time, Brunwen was ready, crossing his arms, yet he still staggered back unexpectedly!

“It’s impossible—why…!”

His astonished exclamation was cut short as Brunwen’s pupils contracted to pinpricks.

It was the something unusual about Roy’s fist.

A dark golden gleam shimmered under the night, almost like—

Roy activated the Evil Dragon Blood Armor, covering his draconic-scaled punch right into Brunwen’s face!

The massive dragon-man staggered from the blow, instantly filled with rage, roaring as he launched a counterattack.

Though seemingly three meters tall, Brunwen was surprisingly agile, landing punches like an unending storm!

Roy dodged several attacks, skillfully evading, while the flat grass was quickly pockmarked with enormous craters.

But then Brunwen abruptly twisted his waist, his tail striking like lightning, hitting Roy’s abdomen and sending him flying!

Having landed a hit, Brunwen wouldn’t waste the opportunity and darted after the falling boy.

After that heavy blow, and falling from a height, the False King’s blood didn’t stand a chance to defend or dodge—he was the perfect target!

No matter what tricks were played, when it came down to it, he was just a mortal; how could he compare to the favored of the king!

After all, my king said lifetimes were irrelevant, letting him suffer a bit won’t hurt!

His claws, sharp enough to shred iron, aimed at the boy in mid-air with lightning speed!

But this seemingly assured strike only tore through the air.

As Roy fell halfway, he suddenly flipped, kicking Brunwen right in the head.

You endured that last hit and can still move?!

With pain fueling his fury, Brunwen barely had time to think as he unleashed his claws the moment Roy landed.

With a crack, this time the claws finally connected, tearing Roy’s clothes to shreds, yet not a drop of crimson was seen.

Instead, Brunwen’s claws felt like they hit an unbreakable wall, snapping upon impact!

With a wretched cry, the dragon-man monster took a step back, nursing his broken claws.

Roy squinted, throwing a deliberately mocking glance.

“Extraordinary being?”