Genius Noble With System
Chapter 113: Gathering of Geniuses(Part-2)

Chapter 113: Gathering of Geniuses(Part-2)

Even a massive arena had been constructed to accommodate the conflicts between the numerous geniuses arriving in the city. They could challenge each other in this arena and settle their feuds.

However, since most geniuses came from powerful forces or clans, killing was strictly prohibited.

In just three days, the arena had become the most popular place in the city. Many clans and forces had opened betting houses on the matches frequently held here, generating unimaginable sums of money.

Apollo could feel the anticipation in the air. Every day, the arena was filled with spectators eager to witness the display of extraordinary skills and talents. For him, it was both an opportunity and a challenge.

As he watched the matches, he learned from each bout, observing the techniques and strategies of his potential adversaries. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, and every match held the promise of showcasing the world’s future elite warriors.

Over these three days, he got a general idea of most of the elites’ strengths through these skirmishes. Although he still hadn’t seen the true paragons of genius, he caught glimpses of kingdom-level talent.

Frankly, they weren’t bad. Many were at the level of Ninth Prince Leon, having reached the peak of the first-rank limit-breaker stage at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Some were even stronger, reaching the second-rank limit-breaker stage and being hailed as rare geniuses in any kingdom.

This also highlighted the differences in strength among the kingdoms. Based on what he had seen of the younger generation, the Kingdom of Rrioweth could be ranked in the middle among the kingdoms that had arrived here.

Apollo noted the wide array of skills and techniques being displayed. The diversity in combat styles, ranging from elemental magic to physical prowess, gave him a comprehensive understanding of the different paths to power.

He realized that while individual talent was crucial, the resources and guidance available to these young warriors played an equally important role in their development.

One evening, Ninth Prince Leon and the other two geniuses approached Apollo, their faces lit with excitement.

"Apollo, let’s go outside. The big shots have finally arrived," Leon said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Curious, Apollo followed them out into the bustling streets. The air was thick with anticipation as whispers and murmurs rippled through the crowd. It seemed everyone in the city was aware of the arrival of these high-profile figures.

As they made their way to the central plaza, Apollo could see the crowd parting to make way for a group of imposing figures. As they made their way to the central plaza, Apollo could see the crowd parting to make way for a group of imposing figures.

At the forefront was a young man, his presence commanding and his aura almost blinding in its intensity. His hair was a striking silver, and his eyes glowed with a luminescent light.

"That is Clarion Silverstine, the most talented genius of the Argent Kingdom, second only to those from the great empires," Ninth Prince Leon quickly told Apollo, who seemed unfamiliar with the outside world.

Apollo tried to gauge the young man’s strength, but there were too many powerful figures present around him, and Clarion seemed to have some item that concealed his aura, making it impossible to figure out anything.

But this was just the beginning. One after another, many powerhouses continued to arrive. Half an hour later, another big shot arrived with fanfare.

It was a man with darker skin, standing seven feet tall with bulging muscles and a ripped body. Every step he took seemed to make the ground tremble. He was surrounded by similar warriors with impressive physiques, piquing Apollo’s interest.

"This one is from an island called Crimson Blood Island. His name is Lycan Fullblood. Although their numbers are small, they are very strong, with each boasting great power," Ninth Prince Leon continued, showcasing his extensive knowledge.

Apollo watched as Lycan Fullblood and his entourage made their way through the crowd. Their presence was imposing, and their reputation for strength was evident in every step they took.

An hour later, the main event arrived—the cavalry of the Sacred Light Empire, the ones everyone had been waiting for.

A grand procession entered the city, led by a group of knights clad in radiant armour that glowed with a soft, ethereal light. Their horses, equally majestic, bore the emblem of the Sacred Light Empire on their barding. Behind them, in a gilded chariot drawn by four white stallions with rare blood, stood a figure that commanded immediate respect and awe.

This was Prince Michael, the youngest prince of the Sacred Light Empire, and his arrival was met with hushed reverence. He stepped down from the chariot with a grace that belied his formidable power, his golden hair catching the light and his eyes glowing with an inner radiance. His presence was almost otherworldly, making people worship him instinctively.

Following Prince Michael were more elites from the Sacred Light Empire, each one exuding an aura of power and nobility. They took their places around the city, their eyes scanning the crowd and assessing the threats.

Apollo and his companions watched in awe as the procession settled in. The city was now filled with some of the most powerful and influential figures from across the world of Rion. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, and the stakes had never been higher.

As Prince Michael slowly walked by, Apollo’s eyes narrowed as he carefully observed him. Even without using his spirit sense, he could tell that Prince Michael was very strong and extraordinary.

Suddenly, Prince Michael felt something and looked towards the crowd where Apollo was standing. For a moment, their eyes met, and they both sensed something extraordinary about each other. But after a brief moment, the prince moved ahead without looking back.

"What a sharp sense!" Apollo was surprised that Prince Michael had noticed him among the thousands of people standing there. It made him feel intrigued, confirming that Prince Michael deserved his formidable reputation.

As Prince Michael and his entourage settled into the city, the atmosphere in Hunter City shifted dramatically. The once-bustling streets now buzz with an undercurrent of tension and excitement.

What was supposed to be a visit to determine if the Book of Death had truly appeared here has now turned into a gathering of geniuses showcasing their strength.

The geniuses from various kingdoms and empires gathered in the arena, now more electrified than ever. Challenges were issued and accepted, and each duel showed a spectacle of skill and strategy. Betting houses hummed with activity as spectators wagered on the outcomes, their fortunes rising and falling with each clash of blades and display of elemental mastery.

The excitement reached a fever pitch when Prince Michael declared that a small competition would be held among the geniuses two days later, with a worthy reward, and that he himself would take part.

And not only the well-known geniuses from prestigious clans or forces could join, but anyone below the age of twenty who had become a limit-breaker could participate in this competition.

The announcement of the competition set the city abuzz with excitement. In the days leading up to the event, the streets of Hunter City were filled with fervent discussions about potential matchups and the possible outcomes. Every tavern, market stall, and street corner echoed with speculation and anticipation.

It seemed this was the moment that major geniuses from ancient and extremely powerful forces had been waiting for—the chance to see Prince Michael in action. It was also an opportunity for other equally talented geniuses who wanted to challenge Prince Michael and prove themselves.

In the days leading up to the competition, the city teemed with activity. Inns and taverns were filled to capacity with young fighters and their entourages. The training grounds buzzed with energy as participants honed their skills and prepared for the upcoming event.

Conversations centred on strategies, potential matchups, and the excitement of seeing previously unknown talents rise to prominence.

The arena, which had already seen its fair share of incredible battles, became a focal point of preparation. Workers toiled day and night to ensure everything was perfect for the event. Stands were reinforced, and magical wards were strengthened.

Ninth Prince Leon and Seraphina also intensified their preparations, but sadly, Elias couldn’t join as he was older than twenty. They trained rigorously, sparred with Apollo, and shared insights gained from observing the various contenders who had arrived in the city.

The day of the competition arrived with a sense of anticipation that was palpable in the air. The arena, now the centrepiece of the city’s activities, was packed with spectators. Nobles, commoners, and warriors of all backgrounds filled the stands, their eyes fixed on the stage where the young warriors would soon demonstrate their prowess.

The opening ceremony was a grand affair, featuring music, dance, and displays of magical prowess that dazzled the audience. The excitement reached a crescendo when Prince Michael took the stage to address the crowd. His presence commanded respect and admiration, and his aura exuded confidence and strength.

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