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Chapter 120: Prince Michael Vs Eryndor Thorne (Part-1)

Chapter 120: Prince Michael Vs Eryndor Thorne (Part-1)

The crowd burst into cheers and exclamations as the battle ended with Apollo’s victory. They were mesmerized by the power displayed by both geniuses, and many warriors couldn’t help but sigh, feeling the vast difference between them. Many warriors realized they might not even be able to withstand a single attack from such formidable geniuses.

As they left the arena, the spectators continued to cheer, their admiration for both warriors evident. Apollo’s victory had not only solidified his reputation but also earned him the respect of one of the fiercest opponents he had ever faced.

In the crowd, Master Aaron laughed heartily, his eyes filled with pride, as he watched Apollo continue to shock and amaze the spectators.

Back in the resting area, Ninth Prince Leon and Seraphina approached Apollo, their faces beaming with pride. "You did it!" Leon exclaimed, clapping Apollo on the shoulder. "That was an incredible fight."

Seraphina nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with excitement. "You were amazing out there, Apollo. Truly a performance to remember."

Apollo smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment and gratitude. "Thanks, both of you. But there’s still a long way to go."

The battles continued, each duel as intense and fierce as the last, showcasing the prowess of the top thirty contenders. Every participant fought valiantly, but in the end, only fifteen absolute geniuses remained, each having proven their worth in a series of gruelling and surprising encounters.

The final fifteen contestants were now set, and the battles ahead would be even more intense. The anticipation was palpable, and the stage was set for an unforgettable showdown between one of the greatest geniuses of this generation.

Prince Michael stood up from his seat and joined the fifteen remaining geniuses, making it a total of sixteen contenders. From now on, the prince would also be part of the battles.

The atmosphere in the arena was electric as the final fifteen geniuses gathered, their faces a mixture of determination and anticipation. The crowd buzzed with excitement, knowing that the upcoming battles would be the most intense and thrilling yet. The addition of Prince Michael to the competition added an extra layer of intrigue, making it clear that these final duels would be a test of the absolute best.

Prince Michael stood among the remaining contestants, his regal presence commanding attention. His calm demeanour contrasted with the fierce determination etched on the faces of the other contenders. As the old man beside him made his move, tokens with engraved numbers materialized in their hands, each representing their order in the upcoming matches.

"These tokens will determine the matchups," the old man announced, his voice carrying across the arena. "Each of you will draw a token, and your opponent will be the one with the corresponding number."

Apollo felt the cool metal of his token and glanced at the number engraved on it: 7. He wondered who his opponent would be, and felt a surge of excitement. He was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.

Prince Michael held the number ’1’ token, signaling that he would draw first. He steadily walked ahead and placed his hand within the enclosed box to pick a random number. When he took it out and revealed his match number, it was ’5’.

The number ’5’ belonged to none other than Eryndor Thorne, who stepped forward with a calm demeanor. The genius swordsman from the ancient Thorne family had a hint of excitement in his eyes, clearly looking forward to the impending battle.

The excitement in the arena reached a fever pitch as Prince Michael revealed his token number, ’5’.

The match was set: Prince Michael versus Eryndor Thorne, the genius swordsman from the ancient Thorne family.

The crowd erupted into cheers and excited whispers, knowing that the first battle would be an epic clash between two extraordinary talents.

"The opening match will be between Prince Michael and Eryndor Thorne," the old man announced. "Prepare yourselves for the duel."

The battle was set to start in an hour, so everyone returned to their seats to wait. Apollo, along with Ninth Prince Leon and Seraphina, who were still with him in the resting area, couldn’t help but discuss the exciting matchups that lay ahead.

"Prince Michael against Eryndor Thorne," Leon mused. "That’s going to be something. Both of them are incredibly strong and skilled. This competition is truly on another level."

Seraphina nodded. "It’s hard to predict who will come out on top. Eryndor’s swordsmanship is legendary, but Prince Michael is more mysterious."

Apollo agreed. "It’s going to be an amazing battle." He then meditated, centring himself on the challenges ahead.

Time seemed to slow down, and the hour felt like an eternity as the crowd struggled to contain their excitement at the prospect of finally seeing Prince Michael in action.

The anticipation was electric as spectators eagerly awaited the opening match. The sun shone brightly, casting a golden hue over the arena, as Prince Michael and Eryndor Thorne stepped into the ring.

Both of them exuded powerful and mysterious auras. Eryndor stood like a magnificent sword, his mere presence making many feel a tingling in their eyes just by looking at him.

Prince Michael, on the other hand, seemed like a godly figure, emanating a mysterious, bright light that almost blinded those who gazed upon him. Their presence together in the arena altered the entire atmosphere, heightening the anticipation and tension.

The old man from the Sacred Light Empire stood between them, raising his hand to signal the start of the match. "Let the battle begin!"

Prince Michael drew his sword, its blade gleaming with a radiant light, while Eryndor Thorne unsheathed his extraordinary sword, its presence commanding awe from the audience.

In an instant, the arena was filled with the sound of clashing steel as Prince Michael and Eryndor Thorne charged at each other with breathtaking speed.

Prince Michael’s sword was enveloped in a bright golden aura, and with his attacks so swift, they were unseen by most warriors. In contrast, Eryndor’s sword was calm and deadly, exuding a unique charm as it clashed with Prince Michael’s. Their duel was a testament to pure skill and raw power, stripped of any unnecessary flourishes.

With each swing of their swords, the air roared, creating shockwaves that reverberated through the arena. The sheer force of their battle was so intense that the Sacred Light Empire’s mighty warriors had to erect an additional powerful barrier to protect the crowd. Spectators watched in awe, feeling the vibrations of each clash, even through the protective barrier.

Prince Michael moved like a divine figure, his golden aura blinding and his attacks almost impossible to track. Every strike he made seemed to come from all directions at once—an overwhelming assault that left little room for defence. His radiant energy added an ethereal quality to his movements, making him appear almost untouchable.

Eryndor, on the other hand, embodied calm precision. His swordsmanship was a masterclass in control and efficiency. Each swing of his blade was deliberate, and every movement was calculated to perfection.

The calmness he exuded in the heat of the battle was both awe-inspiring and intimidating. His sword cut through the air with a deadly grace, meeting Prince Michael’s golden aura with an equal and opposite force.

The arena was now a battleground for titanic forces. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the air crackled with the energy of their clash. The additional barrier erected by the Sacred Light Empire warriors shimmered as it absorbed the shockwaves, protecting the awestruck spectators who could only watch in silence.

Their strength and speed were beyond that of most ordinary third-rank limit breakers, capable of easily defeating masters as if it were nothing.

The crowd watched in awe, as to them, masters were already almighty figures they could only dream of becoming. Yet, here were two young men, less than twenty years old, who had surpassed most third-rank limit breakers.

Apollo watched the battle with great interest. Even though neither Prince Michael nor Eryndor seemed to be fighting seriously yet, he could tell they were both incredibly strong. Each of their simple strikes held a unique mystery, and their movements and bursts of strength were perfectly controlled, allowing them to bring out the utmost potential of their bodies.

He could be sure that if he fought them, he would finally be able to bring out everything. He could finally have a battle where he could let go of his mind and unleash his true potential. Just thinking about it made his blood boil.

Ninth Prince Leon and Seraphina, standing beside him, misinterpreted Apollo’s intense focus. They thought he might be feeling dejected after witnessing the top legendary geniuses’ strength.

"You’re not bad, Apollo. Your strength will reach this level in a few years; don’t worry," the Ninth Prince said with concern.

Hearing this, Apollo was surprised. When had he felt dejected? He just laughed and continued to watch the battle.

The intensity of their clash grew with each passing moment. The golden aura of Prince Michael’s sword seemed to brighten, becoming almost blinding. Eryndor’s calm demeanour never wavered, and his sword also started to glow with a grey aura, moving with deadly intent.

The shockwaves from their battle intensified, causing the arena to shatter in multiple places. The protective barrier shimmered and vibrated under the strain, struggling to contain the sheer force of their clash.

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