Beautiful Vengeance – Ruthless Legacy Read Online Kenya Wright

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Someone else punched me in the face.

Where did that come from?

I blinked and slashed the sword at anything in front of me, slicing and dicing, stabbing and chopping.

And that was how the hour went.

Blood sprayed.

I quickly moved through the sea of fighting men, barely touching the ground. When I needed to, I used their legs and arms as steps, leaping from this guy to that. Slicing an arm off and then cutting another’s head, stabbing someone in the heart and then gouging out several eyes with the sword’s tip.

And my opponents screamed in horror.

A few raced away, trying to escape.

However, my father’s Blue Lanterns blocked the exit and shoved them back, allowing me to kill them, too.

After a while, the stage was flooded in blood and dead bodies. We slipped and slid around each other.

We fought to survive.

We battled to the death.

I followed Romeo’s advice and focused on killing one man at a time.

“Almost done!” Chanel’s voice rose over the audience’s cheering. “Just one more guy, L! Come on!”

Really? Just. . .one?

Blood dripped down my face. Some got in my right eye and stung, but I had no time to wipe it away.

My heart pounded in my chest. I assessed my body and knew for sure that I had bruised ribs. My left arm was possibly broken, if not severely sprained. The pain was horrific. I could barely bend my left fingers. My breathing was heavy as if one of my lungs were crushed or punctured.

But I knew that it was all in my mind. Pain did that to the head. It sent alarming messages to the brain.

I am. . .strength.

Blood drenched my shirt and pants, too.

I am power.

My hair stuck to my neck and head.

I stank of death.

Searching for the last guy, I stumbled over cut-off arms and legs. Many men groaned in pain on the ground.

I stabbed them in the chest and walked on by.

I am victory.

And then I spotted the last man. By this point, I could barely hold onto the sword or stand up.

I am. . .almost done.

Whimpering, he balanced on his knees with his hands in prayer. “Please, show me mercy. I no longer want to do this anymore. I want to live! I have a son just like you. He’s your age.”

He’s a father. Maybe. . .I shouldn’t kill him.

Exhausted, I stepped up to the poor man and turned to my father. He stood on the side of the stage next to my uncle and friends. A neutral mask covered Father’s face. There was no joy or relief in his eyes. I had no idea if he was disappointed or pleased.

“Don’t kill me!” My final opponent crawled my way. “Don’t make my son a fatherless child!”

I looked back at my father.

Do I kill him?

My father raised his hand to his neck and did a quick slice.

Swallowing, I turned back to the man and raised Soaring Precious in the air.

“Please! Please!”

I cut his head off. It fell to the floor. The body crashed to the ground next.

And now the Dragon’s Head.

Before I moved forward, I spotted the wooden dagger that Chanel had given me floating in blood. I bent over and grabbed it.

Father roared, “Focus, Lei!”

“Sorry.” Stuffing the bloody wooden dagger in my pocket, I returned to the whole purpose of tonight.

I limped over to the Dragon Head. I wanted to crawl. In fact, I would have liked to have been taken to an emergency room immediately.

Minutes later, I held the heavy head in my bruised shaking hands. It must’ve been solid gold. It surely felt that heavy.

One last thing.

Drained and badly injured, I finally faced the silent audience. Many gaped at me with wide eyes and opened mouths.

Aunt Min was the only one on her feet. She had both of her swords out. Four men were currently holding her back. She must’ve been close to jumping on the stage several times.

I love you, Aunt Min.

I was too tired to go to the edge of the stage. It was ten feet away, but it looked like ten miles. I wiped blood away from my eyes. My chest rose and fell fast. I felt hot like I had a fever.

But I had to move forward. I wouldn’t disappoint.

I am. . .

I pushed myself to take a step and then another.

I am tired.

Somehow, I made it to the edge. It felt like an hour had passed.

And when I arrived, the audience rose and stood together, cheering and screaming out my name.

I raised the Dragon Head in the air, mentally groaning in pain. That left arm could barely go straight or help hold it.

The moment the Dragon Head rose above my head, everyone kneeled.

The whole sea of blue gave honor to me.

I did it. Now go tell my mom! I need her.

None of the audience’s cheers could replace her warm arms and the expression of love covering her face. I couldn’t wait to see the pride in her eyes.

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