My life as a king

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Chapter 11- "The Roar of Blades"

The night sky was cloaked in thick clouds, obscuring the moonlight. The darkness seemed to seep into the palace as the assassins launched their attack. Divided into four groups, each team advanced silently through the sprawling corridors of the royal palace. Their goal was simple: neutralize the palace guards, eliminate Luke, the formidable four-star Aura Swordsman, and reach the king.

Luke stood tall in the central courtyard, his aura a radiant blue flame that illuminated the stone walls. His eyes were sharp, scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. He knew they were coming—he could feel the tension in the air.

A flicker of movement.

Luke's sword lashed out with blinding speed, the blade cutting through the night. The first assassin fell, his body crumpling to the ground without a sound.

"Come out," Luke commanded, his voice cold and unwavering. "I know you're here."

From the shadows stepped the Phantom Blade, the three-star Aura Swordsman leading the assassins. His aura shimmered like a crimson storm, crackling with raw energy. Behind him, three two-star Aura Swordsmen flanked his sides, their expressions grim and determined.

"Luke," the Phantom Blade said, his voice dripping with mockery. "You've been a thorn in our side for far too long. Tonight, your reign ends."

Luke's grip tightened on his sword. "If you think I'll fall so easily, you've underestimated me."

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The First Clash

The Phantom Blade surged forward, his sword striking like a viper. Luke met the attack head-on, their blades colliding in a shower of sparks. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the courtyard, the force strong enough to crack the stone beneath their feet.

The two-star Aura Swordsmen joined the fray, their coordinated attacks forcing Luke onto the defensive. Their strikes were relentless, each blow aimed with precision to exploit any opening in Luke's defense.

Luke's movements were a blur, his sword deflecting strike after strike. Despite being outnumbered, his mastery of the blade was evident. Each counterattack was precise and devastating, forcing the assassins to adjust their strategy constantly.

"You'll need more than numbers to bring me down," Luke growled, his aura flaring brighter.

One of the two-star Swordsmen attempted a flanking maneuver, his blade glowing with a sinister red light. Luke sidestepped the attack, his sword slicing through the air in a deadly arc. The assassin barely managed to block the strike, the force of the blow sending him staggering backward.

"Is this the best you've got?" Luke taunted, his confidence unwavering.

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The Palace Descends into Chaos

Meanwhile, the other assassin teams moved deeper into the palace. They encountered fierce resistance from Roman's guards, but their superior numbers and skills allowed them to push forward.

Explosions erupted as aura-infused strikes collided with walls and pillars, reducing parts of the palace to rubble. The once-majestic halls were now battlegrounds, filled with the sounds of clashing steel and the cries of the wounded.

In the western wing, a group of assassins attempted to breach the inner sanctum. They were met by a squad of Roman's system troops, their unwavering loyalty evident in their fierce defense.

"Hold the line!" one of the guards shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.

The assassins pressed on, their blades slicing through armor and flesh. But the guards fought back with equal ferocity, their discipline and training giving them the edge.

One assassin, wielding dual blades, lunged at a guard, his movements fluid and deadly. The guard parried the attack, countering with a powerful thrust that pierced the assassin's chest. The assassin gasped, blood spilling from his mouth as he fell to the ground

Luke Unleashes His Power

Back in the courtyard, the battle reached a fever pitch. Luke's aura blazed like a beacon, the sheer intensity of his power forcing the assassins to keep their distance.

The Phantom Blade sneered, his crimson aura swirling around him. "Impressive, Luke. But let's see how you handle this."

He raised his sword, channeling his aura into the blade. The weapon glowed with a menacing red light, the energy radiating from it causing the air to shimmer. With a roar, he unleashed a devastating slash, the energy wave tearing through the courtyard.

Luke braced himself, his own aura forming a protective barrier. The energy wave struck the barrier, the impact creating a massive explosion that shook the palace to its core.

When the dust settled, Luke stood unscathed, his sword pointed at the Phantom Blade. "You'll have to try harder than that."

The two-star Aura Swordsmen seized the opportunity to attack, their blades aiming for Luke's blind spots. But Luke was ready. His movements were precise and calculated, each strike of his sword neutralizing their attacks.

With a powerful swing, Luke sent one of the two-star Swordsmen crashing into a wall, the impact shattering the stone. The assassin slumped to the ground, unconscious.

The remaining assassins regrouped, their confidence wavering. They had underestimated Luke's strength, and now they were paying the price.

As the battle raged on, the tide began to shift in Luke's favor. The assassins were skilled, but they were no match for his experience and power.

One of the two-star Swordsmen, realizing the futility of the fight, attempted to retreat. But Luke was relentless. He closed the distance in an instant, his sword slicing through the assassin's defenses.

The assassin fell, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud.

The Phantom Blade snarled, his frustration evident. "This isn't over, Luke!"

Luke's gaze was cold and unyielding. "It will be soon."

The battle was far from over, but the first cracks in the assassins' plan were beginning to show. Luke stood tall amidst the carnage, his determination unshaken. The night was far from over, and the palace would see more blood before dawn