Genius Noble With System
Chapter 200: Strength Test

Chapter 200: Strength Test

"They should be from the same clan," Apollo murmured to himself as he observed the old man. "They did mention their clan hosting this Ten Clan Assembly."

He recalled his earlier clash with the battle-hungry woman, noting the raw, overwhelming physical power she displayed. The Titania Clan... they seem to have the blood of legendary titans running through their veins, he thought, his gaze lingering on the old man. That would explain the absurdly strong bodies he had already experienced firsthand.

The old man’s presence seemed to command the respect of the entire arena. His weathered face and towering physique were evidence of countless battles fought and won, and the subtle yet potent aura surrounding him told Apollo that this was no ordinary elder. He was likely one of the Titania Clan’s strongest, a true powerhouse.

As the crowd hushed in anticipation, the old man finally spoke, his voice a deep, rumbling sound reverberating through the arena.

"The Ten Clan Assembly has been a stage for the strong to prove themselves for generations. Today, you will be tested not just in power but in strategy, teamwork, and perseverance."

Apollo’s eyes flickered with interest. He knew this assembly would be more than just brawling, but hearing it from someone of such stature in the Titania Clan confirmed that the challenges ahead would be diverse.

From the rumours Apollo had gathered, every Ten Clan Assembly featured a different theme—it wasn’t just a simple fighting tournament.

"The first preliminary round, to filter out a large number of participants, will be a simple strength test," the elder announced from above the stage. As soon as he said that, twenty massive pillars, each towering a hundred feet high, appeared on the stage.

Everybody with interest looked at the pillars when an old man’s voice echoed, "These pillars are made by our artifact masters and can measure the strength of participants with a simple punch."

"And for mages or other paths requiring spiritual strength, it can also measure the force by simple spiritual impact."

Apollo’s eyes narrowed slightly, as he examined the towering pillars. The craftsmanship was impressive; these were no ordinary constructs. From what he had gathered, the Titania Clan’s artifact masters were renowned for creating tools that could withstand immense force, capable of measuring and absorbing the impact of even the strongest blows.

"So, a simple test of raw power to start," Apollo murmured, observing the other participants around him. Many looked eager, already cracking their knuckles and preparing themselves for the challenge.

Marianne, standing beside him, glanced at the pillars with a determined expression. "This should be easy for most of us," she said, her gaze flickering toward Matheo. "But the real competition will begin after this."

The elder’s voice echoed through the arena once more. "Each participant will have one attempt. Strike the pillar with everything you have. The strength of your punch will be recorded and displayed. Only the top 5000 participants will proceed to the next round."

One by one, participants began stepping forward, becoming ready to take their turn, and quickly a long queue appeared in front of the twenty strength testing pillars.

Most of the participants know about this, as this is a standard method used by the Titania clan, which is quite famous. It uses an ancient measuring method, not using kg or ton, but instead using the strength of a baby dragon as a standard measure.

1 Dragon of strength = 10 tons of strength

With that in mind, one after another participants were ready to show their strength.

The first participant, a tall man with bulging muscles, stepped forward confidently. He eyed the pillar and took a deep breath, his entire body tensing as he prepared to strike. With a loud shout, he delivered a punch that echoed through the arena. The pillar trembled and lit up with a glowing number:

69 Dragons of Strength.

The crowd murmured in response. It was a decent score, but not enough to guarantee his place in the top 5,000.

Next up was a mage, his hands glowing with a soft blue light. He focused his spiritual energy and launched a mental attack on the pillar. It hummed in response, and the number lit up:

60 Dragons of Strength.

Apollo watched as one participant after another took their turns, with scores ranging from 50 to 75 Dragons of Strength. Some of the stronger contestants reached 150 dragons, but it was clear that only the elite would break beyond that.

For reference, most third-rank limit breakers can hit from 30 to 90 power of the dragon after using his life force. He himself, after breaking through first rank, barely should be able to hit forty or fifty power of the dragon, but even then he was taking on most of third rank with ease.

Those who can reach above a hundred in the third rank can take on ordinary fourth-rank masters and can be called elites.

But after some time, finally, strong guys started to appear one after another, shocking the crowds, and one such dark horse appeared, which created quite a shock as it was still the turn of weak clans.

Bang!

561 Power of Dragon!

The crowd fell into stunned silence as the glowing number "561 Dragons" appeared on the pillar. That participant stood still, his aura radiating with the powerful life force that had fueled his strike. His metallic energy slowly receded as he turned to face the crowd, who erupted in a mix of cheers and gasps. He had shattered expectations with his strength, which seems to be firmly placing himself among the top contenders.

He’s incredible," someone in the audience whispered.

"That’s more than three times what I could manage," another muttered in awe.

"How the hell has a weak clan like Theodore managed to train someone this strong?" One after another, various clans started to murmur.

But this surprising performance didn’t stop the competition as it continued to go on, and some more surprises appeared among the small clans.

After some time, it was finally their turn, and it was Marianne who stepped up first. Her aura surged with vibrant green energy, and the crowd quieted, eager to see what she could do. With a graceful motion, she summoned the life force within her and slammed her hand against the pillar. It flashed brightly:

345 Dragons.

The arena stirred with excitement as Marianne’s score of 345 Dragons flashed across the pillar, cementing her as a formidable competitor. The crowd buzzed with appreciation, acknowledging her strength with murmurs of approval. While not the highest score thus far, it was a clear signal that the Rose Clan was no weak force, as direct strength doesn’t mean entire true strength.

However, just as the excitement from Marianne’s performance began to settle, another figure from a smaller clan approached the pillars. The crowd turned its attention once more, anticipating yet another surprising result.

This time, it was a participant from the Greyrock Clan, one of the lesser-known groups in the assembly, who also had some beef with the Rose Clan. A tall, lanky young man with a quiet, intense expression approached the stage. The audience wasn’t expecting much, given the relatively low profile of his clan.

Bang!

A sharp, powerful blow landed on the pillar, causing it to shudder more violently than before. The crowd collectively gasped as the number on the pillar lit up:

501 Dragons of Strength.

Shock rippled through the arena once again, the whispers of disbelief growing louder. This was unprecedented—two participants from lesser clans surpassed the 500 Dragon mark in such a short period.

"Another one!" someone in the audience exclaimed.

"Greyrock Clan? Since when did they have someone this strong?" Another voice echoed in confusion.

The judges and overseers of the event exchanged glances. It was clear that this year’s Ten Clan Assembly was already shaping up to be unlike any before it. The smaller clans, typically outshined by the larger, more established families, were now revealing dark horses, adding layers of tension and unpredictability to the competition.

The people from Greyrock Clan seem to taunt the Rose clan, and seeing this, Matheo makes his move.

He stepped forward, exuding a quiet yet unmistakable confidence. The crowd fell silent as they watched him with keen anticipation. Everyone could see the aura around him was different, and even after seeing the Greyrock clan’s performance, he still didn’t seem anxious.

With a single, fluid motion, Matheo summoned his power, a swirling storm of energy gathering around him. He unleashed his strike on the pillar with a booming impact that reverberated through the arena.

The pillar trembled violently before lighting up with the glowing number:

518 Dragons of Strength.

The audience erupted into applause, though there was a faint hint of surprise among some of the observers as another dark horse appeared. Seeing this not only the crowd but even the warriors and elders from Greyrock Clan’s expression changed.

But Matheo remained calm even in such a blood-boiling situation, his composure unwavering as he returned to his place with a self-assured smirk.

After his shocking performance, the other two participants from the Rose clan also took their turns, achieving good results above three hundred dragons. Finally, at last, it was Apollo’s turn.

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