The moment the five fn trainers approached Julian, they had already attracted the attention of many in the library. After all, their expressions made it seem like Juliahem money.

  But no one expected that they would actually dare to make a move—only to be pletely overpowered by Julian iurn.

  Seeing Julian crush the man's hand with his bare grip, the onlookers were stuhat kind of strength—it was monstrous, as if he had been possessed by a Machamp.

  Was this even humanly possible?

  The royal had already passed out from the excruciating pain, his mangled hand drenched in blood. Bone fragments ing out from the torn flesh.

  Julian flicked the blood off his hand—some of it even nded on the faces of the twn women. But this time, they didn't show a shred of anger.

  Instead, their faces turned ghastly pale, their bodies trembling slightly.

  Julian then shifted his gaze to the two remaining male trainers.

  "Do you two want a go as well?"

  The two men froze, then frantically shook their heads, so fast that they nearly blurred.

  "Then I'll be waiting for your attempt."

  With that, Julian picked up his bag and walked out of the library.

  The moment he left, the remaining four trainers hurriedly carried the unscious royal to the hospital. Thanks to modern medie and the aid of Pokémon healing moves, his hand wouldn't be permaly crippled—but the humiliation was aory.

  By nightfall, the entire i had exploded across Imperial Uy's forums, plenty of students had recorded videos of what happened in the library.

  Imperial Uy was home to many fn exge students, most of whom were part of the Trainer Academy.

  Julian had just beaten up a Gallian exge student—and not just any student, but a royal family member. His uncle's uncle was the current King of Gallia.

  To Gallia's exge students and their allies, this was nothing short of a national humiliation.

  So, the m, a crowd of Gallian trainers gathered at the entrance of Vil No.1, where Julian lived. Some were from Gallia, while others were from nations allied with them—all had e seeking justice.

  However, before Julian even had to step outside, the school team had already moved to intercept them, led by Max, the team captain, they blocked the fn trainers from advang any further.

  "Move aside, Max! This has nothing to do with you!"

  Cole, one of the Gallian trainers, gred at Max coldly, Although he wasn't part of the royal family, but the one Julian had crushed was his close friend.

  "Max-kun, I expected better from you. This is… disappointing."

  The one who spoke was a girl from Babath, a beauty with a doll-like void a delicate figure, her heartbroken expression was enough to make most men waver.

  "Tch! Shameless woman! Who are y to seduce here? If you want to spread your so-called 'national culture,' go back to your own try!"

  Faye spat in disgust, her sweet fapletely at odds with her merciless words.

  Her remark made the onlooking students burst into quiet chuckles.

  "Y-You—!"

  The girl was instantly infuriated.

  Only three members of the school team came this time—most of the others weren't on campus. If Julian's cousin had been here, she would've spped this woman long ago.

  "Max, if Julia apologize to Richard aurn the Hohen this will no longer just be a student dispute—it will a matter of diplomacy between Drakoria and Gallia."

  Richard was, of course, the Gallian royal whose hand Julian had crushed.

  Max's expression remained unfazed.

  "Cole, you and I are not politis. Even if this does turn into a diplomatic issue, it's beyond our trol. Besides, we will her apologize nor return the Honedge."

  Drakoria erpower, fet Gallia—even if all of it's allies bihey still wouldn't be able to challenge Drakoria.

  "Slow~"

  At this moment, a Slowking waddled back, carrying groceries in its arms, it blis dull, curious eyes, looking at the crowd gathered at the vil's entrance.

  "Slowking! Where's Julian?"

  Faye hurriedly asked.

  With so many people at his door, why hadn't Julian e out yet? Could he not be at home?

  Slowking: "He's sleeping"

  It wasn't eve in the m yet, and Julian had stayed up te gaming st night—of course, he was still asleep.

  Unfortunately, no one uood what Slowking was saying.

  As it pushed open the vil door, Cole stepped forward, trying to enter—only to be blocked by Max.

  Cole's hao his Pokéball belt.

  Max raised an eyebrow. "What? You wanna go at it?"

  Cole hesitated for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand, his tourning cold.

  "Kaide already knows about this. If Julian refuses to apologize or return the Honedge, he'll ha himself."

  At the mention of that name, Max's expression turned slightly serious, but he still didn't back down.

  "If Prince Kaide makes a move, Max-kun, there will be n back," the Babath girl said softly.

  Max was about to respond—but before he could, the vil door swung open.

  "Hah… What bullshit 'prince' are you guys talking about?"

  Julian yawned, stepping out in a Lucario-themed pajama, his sleepy eyes swept across the gathered crowd.

  Julian had been sleeping soundly—until Slowking woke him up, saying that there was a whole group of people waiting outside to chop him up.

  At first, he thought Slowking was just messing around, but wheually stepped outside, he realized—it wasn't a joke.

  A group of fners, led by Cole, stood at his doorstep, all of them gring at him, their hostile expressions made it pretty clear what they were here for.

  "Oh? You guys brought reinforts?"

  Julian's gaze swept over the group—and he reized a few faces from yesterday, the only one missing was that royal brat.

  The four from yesterday tensed up, even though they had more people today, they didn't dare act rashly. After all, Julian had crushed someone's hand bones with his bare hands yesterday.

  That was far too terrifying.

  Besides, they were only meters away from him right now, at the level of strength Julian had dispyed, that was more than close enough for him to knock them all down in an instant.

  Without even thinking, the four of them took a few steps back.

  "Heh"

  Julian couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

  The four immediately flushed red, especially when they saw their own panions looking at them with disappointed or mog expressions, their embarrassment only deepened.

  Julian casually stretched, then said:

  "I'll give you guys a ce. Tomorrow at 10 AM, Battle Arena No. 1—tell this 'Prince Kaide' of yours to e. If he beats me, I'll apologize aurn the Honedge."

  "Alright!"

  Cole nodded immediately.

  "Don't be so quick to agree—I haven't finished yet," Julian smirked.

  "If he loses, then he hands over the eraining guide for the Honedge lio me."

  Cole's expression ged. Although he believed in Prince Kaide's strength… But what if he lost?

  "I'll rey your message to the prince."

  Obviously, this wasn't something he could decide on his own, so that's all he could say.

  Julian hen turo his three teammates.

  "If you guys haven't had breakfast yet, e in and try Slowking's cooking."

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