Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1237: Clash of Geniuses

Chapter 1237: Clash of Geniuses

"They managed to seize an alien battleship. Do you really think they’re weak?" Shin Deok-ryeol responded. "Among the nine star systems, the Pleiades Star System is the strongest, yet even they haven’t been able to take a single alien battleship."

So how had the Erythar Star System managed to do it?

Given how highly aliens valued their technology, they would never allow a battleship to fall into human hands.

They would rather destroy it first.

And yet, the Erythar Star System had managed to capture one.

The only explanation was that the aliens hadn’t had the chance to self-destruct it.

That alone was enough to prove the strength of the Erythar Star System.

"Their technological development isn’t particularly fast—only slightly ahead of the Noriev Star System—so they probably didn’t win through technology. The most likely reason is these cultivators right in front of us," Shin Deok-ryeol said, narrowing his eyes.

"The Crimson Moon Dynasty won’t pass up this opportunity to test them. But they also can’t afford to disgrace their reputation by outright targeting their own guests. That’s why letting these young ones probe them is the best approach. A little rivalry and competition among the younger generation? Nothing could be more natural."

"My lord, you’re right. So all we have to do is sit back and enjoy the show?"

Shin Deok-ryeol chuckled. "Since the Crimson Moon Dynasty is doing the work of assessing the Erythar Star System for us, of course, we should watch it closely. We might not get another chance like this."

From the murmurs of the onlookers, Amalia had already pieced together what was going on.

"Should we go over?" Kenny Lin asked.

"I’ll go check it out. You stay here," Amalia told him.

"Why? I want to see up close too."

How could he pass up something this interesting?

Amalia shot him a knowing look. "You’re already on the Crimson Moon Dynasty’s list. They probably wouldn’t dare make a move on you."

"I’m just watching," Kenny Lin said with a grin.

Amalia stared at him for a moment before relenting. "Fine."

The two of them walked over.

The Crimson Moon Dynasty people immediately noticed their presence, and almost all their gazes fell on Kenny Lin.

"Ms. Amalia, what brings you here?" Rafael and his group were pleasantly surprised to see them.

"You’re planning to compete against them?" Amalia asked.

"They were the ones who provoked us first," Rafael explained, looking a little unsure.

Amalia chuckled. "Then fight back. Do you have confidence?"

Rafael hesitated for a moment, then unconsciously raised his voice, "Yes!"

"Then go for it."

With Amalia’s support, Rafael couldn’t help but feel excited. "Alright." He had already realized that this might be a test from Amalia.

Duan Yao seemed tempted, but he wasn’t as decisive as Rafael.

"This man isn’t planning to compete too, is he?" Jaya looked at Kenny Lin.

Kenny Lin hadn’t intended to say anything.

Since Amalia told him to just watch, he was happy to do so.

But when the young man took the initiative to bring him up, his eyes narrowed slightly. "And if I do?"

Jaya was momentarily at a loss.

Why did this guy have none of the demeanor of a high and mighty expert?

"This is a competition between young people."

Hearing that, Amalia immediately turned around to Kenny Lin with a grin that slowly widened. "Young people, huh? How old are you?"

Jaya didn’t understand the purpose of the question, but before he could answer, one of his companions spoke up proudly.

"Our Senior Jaya is a genius! He’s only 34 this year and already at the late Foundation Building stage. In just a few years, he’ll definitely reach the Golden Core stage. You guys are all at least forty, right?"

Rafael and Duan Yao weren’t exactly young anymore, let alone Shao Jin and Fu Ling, who were both in their seventies or eighties, though they appeared to be in their forties.

It was obvious that the four of them weren’t young.

The only ones whose ages weren’t apparent were Amalia and Kenny Lin.

But in Jaya’s group’s eyes, they had already made their own assumptions—just like they had about the Grand Elder.

"34, huh? That’s quite young indeed," Kenny Lin said with a smirk. "Just one year older than me. That’s pretty young."

The air suddenly became eerily silent.

"Impossible," Jaya’s companion blurted after a long pause, breaking the deathly stillness.

"Why not?" Kenny Lin’s smirk carried a trace of malice. "Because it goes beyond your understanding, and that makes you panic, so you deny it?"

"Or is it that you simply can’t accept the existence of someone stronger than you, more talented than you, and younger than you? That as soon as such a person appears, you try to erase them with words? Ignorance is truly terrifying. Just like how, if your battleships never go to the Erythar Star System, you’d never see beings stronger and more powerful than yourselves, and you’d keep believing you’re at the top—trapped in your little well, gazing only at the sky above you. Isn’t that right?"

Jaya’s companions were left speechless, struggling to process the fact that Kenny Lin was only 33 years old.

If someone like Jaya was considered a genius, then what was Kenny Lin?

A monster among geniuses?

The gap between them wasn’t just a few major realms—it was something far more terrifying.

Of course, the external factors had to be considered as well, but at this moment, no one was thinking about that.

"Then let’s have a competition between young people," Kenny Lin said with a smile.

Jaya looked embarrassed.

Everyone around him had always called him a genius, and he had always believed it himself.

Reaching the Foundation Building stage at 34 was a rare achievement even in the Pleiades Star System.

Yet now, this man—someone even his own teacher feared—was actually younger than him by a year!

"Stop messing around. Just watch from the sidelines," Amalia said before pointing at Rafael and the other three. "Who’s stepping up on your side?"

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