Genius Noble With System
Chapter 206: Three day ends

Chapter 206: Three day ends

The sound of the explosion echoed across the battlefield, shaking the very fabric of space in the miniature world. Esher’s figure was consumed by the overwhelming blast; his domain shattered into fragments that scattered like dust in the wind.

"Hmm!"

But he was a bit surprised because he didn’t see the bright light when participants disappeared from the miniature world, meaning he somehow survived.

A mile away, Esher’s dishevelled figure materialized, his face twisted in sheer horror as if he had witnessed something beyond comprehension and terrifying. His heart pounded violently, and cold sweat drenched his body.

Apollo, whose spiritual sense already covered a large distance, also covered his appearance and said something that was heard only in Esher’s mind.

"Oh... Quite an ability, you survived."

"Fuck! Fuck! F....!!"

He like a horrified kid ran for his life, not daring to look back. He couldn’t believe he would meet such a monster besides the ten clans. Apollo let out a soft chuckle, watching the spectacle with indifference. He’d had his fun and saw no reason to continue the chase.

Meanwhile, Esher’s three companions, who had been observing from a distance, immediately followed his lead. The moment they saw his darkness domain collapse, they turned on their heels and ran as fast as they could, eager to escape the nightmare they had just witnessed.

Thus, the confrontation ended abruptly, leaving the battlefield eerily quiet—its conclusion marked by fear, flight, and Apollo’s dominance.

Marianne also watched all this and couldn’t help but feel shocked by their strength, especially Apollo’s; now she could not fathom how strong he actually was and why he came to their weak clan to join the Ten Clan Assembly. She even felt a bit afraid of Apollo’s mysteriousness, hoping it would not affect their Rose clan.

She bit her lip, her hands trembling slightly at the thought.

Sensing her discomfort, Apollo turned his gaze toward her. His blue eyes gleamed with a mysterious light, sharp yet unreadable.

"Afraid?" he asked, voice soft but tinged with amusement.

Marianne stiffened under his gaze, quickly masking her fear with a shaky smile. "No... Just... surprised."

Apollo chuckled. "Don’t worry, I had no ill thoughts towards Rose Clan."

Before she could say, he turned away. He looked toward the horizon, where Esher and his companions had long disappeared, seeming to think something.

Marianne exhaled slowly, her nerves still frayed. She knew one thing for certain now: Apollo wasn’t someone to be underestimated. Whether ally or foe, he carried an unpredictable danger, like a storm cloud that could either pass harmlessly or unleash devastating fury without warning.

Today’s battle was the most exciting one. Although it looked easy, he used his space domains and understanding to the fullest, and he couldn’t help but say the results were quite good.

Outside, nobody knew what exciting battle just took place, but all the representatives were having fierce confrontations, and the battle here was also noticed by many who were even far away, but most of them didn’t dare to come here, but still, there will always be a group of people who aren’t afraid of heaven and earth.

Apollo’s gaze was distant again as if he could already feel the shifting tides of fate. With a small, almost imperceptible smile, he whispered to himself, "Let them come."

The wind stirred once more, carrying with it the faint sounds of distant footsteps—proof that their quiet moment would soon be over. But Apollo welcomed it.

He from far away, noticed different groups of curious participants coming towards him. But for him, they were just a large sum of points, as today he didn’t hunt much; his ranking had decreased some.

"Looks like it’s feeding time," he murmured to himself with a faint smile.

Marianne, standing beside him, noticed his change in demeanour. "What are you planning to do?" she asked cautiously.

Apollo casually strung his bow, his fingers brushing the smooth wood with a sense of ease. "Nothing much. Just some light hunting."

The air around him shifted, space rippling subtly, as he used his space law.

The first group of participants came into view, unaware that they had already wandered into a trap.

"Let’s earn some points," Apollo whispered, raising his soul-shattering bow. A shimmering arrow materialized, glowing faintly with the ice energy and covered in space law.

With a soft twang, the arrow vanished—reappearing in the midst of the nearest group.

Boom!

The ground exploded as the space-twisting arrow detonated, sending participants flying in all directions, kicking out more than half of them in an instant. Panic ensued, and their initial curiosity turned into frantic desperation.

"That should be worth a few points," Apollo muttered, already nocking another arrow.

From across the battlefield, survivors scrambled to regroup, but their movements were slow and disorganized. One by one, they began to vanish in bursts of light—the unmistakable sign of participants being ejected from the miniature world.

Apollo shot arrow after arrow, each one carrying the weight of his space law. None could escape; their fates were sealed the moment they entered his range.

In the blink of an eye, his ranking started to increase rapidly, and a minute after he destroyed the group of participants, his ranking finally climbed to the top hundred.

The arena outside erupted into gasps and murmurs. The crowds buzzed with disbelief, and representatives from various clans stared at the leaderboard in shock.

"How did he rise so quickly?"

Apollo’s meteoric climb stunned even the most seasoned participants. Clan leaders whispered among themselves, their interest sharpening into something more dangerous.

The battle continued, and time passed, but nothing could stop Apollo, who maintained his ranking in the top hundred and even helped Marianne earn some points to be ranked within the top five hundred.

As the battle of the last day went on, many figures made names for themselves among the participants. Even Apollo seems to have become famous and was given the nickname Ghost Arrow because of how all his enemies lost even without showing their true strength.

"Ah... a big fish," Apollo murmured, a flicker of surprise and excitement flashing through his eyes.

His gaze locked onto a lone figure—a pale, slender man shrouded in a thick, crimson aura. The bloody mist swirled around him like a malevolent storm cloud, suffocating everything in its path. His steps were casual, yet each one sent shivers through the ground as if the air itself recoiled from his presence.

Anyone who saw him instantly fled in terror. Those too slow to escape met a grisly end—crushed like insects beneath an overwhelming force. Even the most battle-hardened participants dared not challenge him, knowing full well it would only lead to certain death.

This man wasn’t just any participant.

Violetta Drakins.

The current number-one ranker of the Ten Clan Assembly is hailed as the crown jewel of the infamous Drakins Clan. A monstrous genius whose very name was synonymous with fear.

At that moment, Drakins furrowed his eyes as he felt and looked in Apollo’s direction.

Apollo’s lips curled into a small, predatory grin. "Things just got interesting."

Drakins presence was suffocating, the bloody aura pulsating like a living entity. He embodied everything the Drakins Clan was feared for—a perfect blend of cruelty and power. His calm demeanour only added to the dread, as if he knew that no one could stand against him.

Apollo’s grin deepened as his crystal blue eyes locked onto Violetta Drakins. The vast expanse between them seemed irrelevant as if the air itself bent under the weight of their gazes. It was a silent clash—a prelude to something inevitable.

From across the battlefield, Drakins narrowed his blood-red eyes, his lips curling slightly, as he seemed to have also found this interesting.

The mist surrounding him twisted and coiled, reacting as if sensing Apollo’s power—something dangerous, something rare. It wasn’t fear, but intrigue, that flickered in his eyes.

Even the vast distance between them didn’t seem to diminish their aura as the miles of land seemed to feel the pressure of two gigantic powers. The other participants nearby also felt an invisible pressure, like the world was trembling.

But just as the two of them were going to begin, a shocking aura appeared that enveloped the entire miniature world, and a bright light came from the sky, even without giving anyone any time, they teleported all the participants.

The sudden surge of power caught both Apollo and Drakins off-guard. Their auras faltered for a moment as a blinding light descended from the heavens, illuminating the entire miniature world like a divine decree. The ground trembled violently, and the invisible clash between the two titanic forces dissolved into nothingness.

Before either of them could act, the world warped. A formless energy wrapped around their bodies, pulling them upward with irresistible force. The sky fractured like glass, and the light consumed them.

The next moment, Apollo found himself standing on a massive stone platform bathed in twilight, surrounded by other bewildered participants.

Around him, familiar faces materialized—Esher and his companions, Marianne, and countless others who had fought and schemed within the miniature world. Even Drakins stood nearby, his crimson aura flickering like an irritated flame.

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