I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity
Chapter 209: Ricky Defeated

Chapter 209: Ricky Defeated

Ricky stood across the clearing, his bare chest glistening with sweat and his gaze fixated on Adam. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he vanished. He did not flee; instead, he vanished in one place and reappeared others.

Anastasia gave a gasp. She had only seen her father move with such horrifying speed twice before: once when a monster beast rushed his hunting team in the deep jungle, and again years ago when a challenger from inside the community dared to question his right to be chief.

This was his serious speed, the one he utilized when lives were at stake.

But Adam did not flinch. His expression was serene, even bored. His eyes followed Ricky’s movements precisely. He could see him.

Ricky appeared squarely in front of him, his palm already falling, a tremendous chop targeted at Adam’s shoulder, a hit designed to incapacitate and send him to the ground in a single, decisive movement.

However, the strike never landed. As Ricky’s hand was ready to make contact, Adam moved. He bowed one knee and lowered his center of gravity. As Ricky’s arm dropped, Adam grabbed it with both hands.

He did not attempt to block the force. He absorbed it. In one perfect, seamless motion, he utilized Ricky’s momentum against him. He spun, turned his body, and used the force of his father’s blow to flip the bigger man over his shoulder.

It was the ideal throw. Ricky, who weighed 100 pounds more than him, was thrown flying through the air, his life turned upside down. He hit the earth with a hefty, bone-jarring thump.

Adam had not even had to use his own power. He had merely deflected Ricky’s massive attack, using his father’s own strength against him.

Ricky thought the world had gone nuts. He moved at full speed, confident that the youngster would not be able to detect his attack. He wanted to strike Adam’s shoulder with a fast, devastating punch, knocking him to the ground and teaching him a terrible lesson. He had imagined the entire event in his thoughts.

However, as he arrived before Adam and his hand descended, something unexpected occurred. His strike was stopped mid-swing. Before he could grasp what was going on, his view became a swirl of earth and sky.

The next thing he knew, he was on his back, looking up at Adam’s feet. He, the village’s most formidable warrior, had slaughtered innumerable magical animals with his bare hands and was now lying on the ground, defeated by a method he had never seen before.

Rachel and Edward watched from the clearing’s edge, near the woods, their faces filled with bewilderment. When Edward saw his brother fall to the ground, he made an impulsive step forward, his mind refusing to accept what his eyes were showing him.

He, a warrior with immense might, had never managed to bring his older brother to the ground. It was an achievement he had thought unattainable.

And his fifteen-year-old nephew had done it effortlessly.

However, his nephew, Adam, had not even attacked him. He had merely turned Ricky’s own attack against him.

Rachel stood paralyzed behind Edward, her hands covering her lips and wide-eyed with shock and horror. The clearing was largely deserted. There were no other villagers around to witness this extraordinary event but their own divided family.

Anastasia stood a short distance away, absolutely confused. She was unable to understand what she had just seen. Her father, Ricky, was the chief. He was the most dangerous man in the village. Everyone feared him. She feared him.

And with good reason. But there was always one person in the community who seemed impervious to that fear: her younger brother, Adam.

She would always believed he was spoilt. Adam had always gotten their father’s attention, a warmth she had never experienced. He had been chastised, undoubtedly, but he had never showed the same level of horror that everyone else did in front of their father.

She observed him now, standing over their father’s prone figure, his look serene and detached. A new, unpleasant concept began to emerge in her head. Does Adam not fear Father because he is so capable?

The premise was ludicrous. Adam was younger than her. He scarcely trained. He spent most of his days wandering the town, his primary ambition a juvenile fixation on becoming a hunter like mom.

She had always looked up to her father, admiring his strength, power, and status. However, the old Adam, the original owner of this body, had long admired her. And now, the new Adam had accomplished the impossible.

Ricky pushed himself up from the ground, his expression filled with bewilderment. He rose up, brushing dirt off his leather trousers, and stared at his son. Adam’s face was a blank canvas, free of expression.

Ricky, a guy who had fought innumerable monsters and men, recognized the expression. It was the expression of someone who was completely confident in their own abilities.

"What did you just do, Adam?" Ricky inquired, his voice a low, surprised rumble.

Adam gazed at him, his eyes cold and analytical. "I simply used your power against you," he said, his voice cold. "I did not have to do anything. You rushed at me without any strategy. "I just used that against you."

Ricky stared down at his hands with a peculiar expression on his face. He reflected on his past attacks, which were all similar in kind. Pure energy, pure aggression. When he returned his gaze to Adam, he smiled slowly and broadly. The expression was one of genuine pride.

"It seems I was right all along," he remarked, his voice booming with renewed zeal. "You will become the most powerful hunter in our lineage."

The words hit Anastasia like a physical punch. Blood drained from her face. She wanted to shout, deny it, and rage at the injustice of it all.

Throughout her life, she had struggled, bled, and pushed herself to the breaking point for a single word of praise, a single acknowledgement of her power.

And now, with a single, simple move, Adam had earned the one thing she had always desired: their father’s undying admiration.

What she had just witnessed with her own eyes put a seed of doubt in her heart. "Is Father right?" she wondered, a flood of sadness pouring over her.

Adam has never trained in his life, but he just hurled the most powerful fighter in the town to the ground as if he were playing with a child. The thought broke her resolve.

All the years of hard work, all the agony and suffering she had undergone seemed pointless now. She felt a deep sense of defeat and surrender to her situation. Perhaps this is my destiny, she reflected, the bitterness a familiar taste in her mouth. To be born a girl.

But, as Ricky’s words of appreciation hung in the air, Adam lifted his hand to cut him off.

"I have no intention of becoming a hunter," he continued, his tone cold and impersonal. "And I have no intention of remaining in this village. I intend to leave, and I will, no matter what.

Adam understood that these people—this family—would not let him go easy. They were the boy’s family, and he was now inhabiting his body. However, he had more essential things to do. He had a score to settle and a group of traitors to track down.

Ricky and Anastasia were stunned into silence when he made his declaration. Ricky, still reeling from his shock, took a step forward, his face expressionless. "What are you talking about, Adam?" he insisted. "Do you want to leave the village?" Where did the concept come from? Do you know what is outside this wall? Even I am unable to explore the jungle’s depths!"

Anastasia stared at her brother, as if he had gone crazy. Is he insane? She thought. He is being given the best opportunity imaginable, and he is squandering it to pursue some silly dream? She was referring to old traditions, stories about their forefathers who once explored the world beyond the forest.

Rachel bolted out of the house before anyone could say anything else. "Adam, you are always saying such strange things," she continued, her voice full of motherly worry. "I will not let you go anywhere."

Ricky gave a long, deep sigh. He turned from his son to his daughter, his countenance unreadable. "Your display today has satisfied me," he added, his voice bearing the finality of a chief’s proclamation.

"For today, I will forgive you and Anastasia. But," he added, his gaze hardening as he looked at both of them, "if you make a mistake like this again, you will be punished. Severely."

Anastasia looked up in surprise. She would been spared. For now. Rachel’s lips formed a faint, relieved smile. She raced to Adam’s side, her maternal instincts taking control.

Ricky turned and went away, meeting Edward at the edge of the clearing. "Did you see it?" Ricky inquired, his voice quiet and serious. "That move he used."

Edward nodded, his gaze remained riveted on Adam. "I am not just impressed, brother," he remarked with an air of awe in his voice. "That boy... he is capable of truly incredible things."