Genius Noble With System
Chapter 213: Drakin vs Everyone

Chapter 213: Drakin vs Everyone

Apollo and other geniuses from the ten great clans also felt something seemed wrong with Drakins. His aura was chaotic, like it contained different origins, making it more unorderly and filled with chaos and destruction.

His arms remained folded, his expression unreadable, but his sharp blue eyes didn’t miss a thing. His aura is layered with fragmented origins. A dangerous instability. If left unchecked, it might spiral into something worse than expected.

"You should all run away. None of you are my match," Drakin’s cold voice echoed, a strange mix of excitement and menace lacing his words. Whether it was the surge of power affecting his mood or just his growing exhilaration, something had clearly changed in him.

Without hesitation, he launched his attack, unleashing a ferocious burst of power.

"Blood River of Underworld."

Instantly, a blood river filled with chaotic and destructive power appeared and started to expand outward with unimaginable speed.

The other geniuses were also surprised to see him dare to attack all of them at the same time. Even if they felt he seemed to become stronger, it was too much for him to think he could take on everyone at the same time.

The moment Drakin unleashed the ’Blood River of the Underworld,’ the air thickened with a foreboding chill. The crimson river surged forward like a beast unleashed, its chaotic and destructive energy devouring everything in its path. Blood mist roiled violently within the river, swirling with malicious intent that seemed beyond Drakin’s control.

The geniuses from the ten clans reacted instantly, their instincts honed by countless battles.

"Scatter!" Kassandra shouted, her voice cutting through the roar of the blood river as arcs of lightning danced around her. She vanished in a flash, reappearing on the far edge of the platform, electricity crackling at her feet.

Just like that, other geniuses also used different means to protect themselves from this massive and chaotic attack.

Apollo also teleported quickly, even though, because of the place, he could not teleport far, it was still enough.

Eon also used his strength and quickly evaded the Drakin’s mad attack.

"There’s no point in hesitating!" Kassandra was the first to break the weird silence, as it doesn’t matter who she fights, she is going to win.

The other nine eight geniuses also agreed and were angry, as it seemed Drakins was humiliating them. Since he wanted to fight, let’s fight and let him know what the cost of being too proud is.

They all attacked, and even Eon also joined the battle. Seeing this, Apollo also joined, and the battle turned from eleven to one.

The air crackled with tension as Kassandra launched herself forward, arcs of lightning coiling around her body like serpents. "Take this!" she roared, her voice electric, matching the fury of her thunderous assault. Her speed was blinding—she aimed to strike Drakin down in one overwhelming blow.

The other eight geniuses followed her lead; their pride ignited. They would not allow anyone to treat them like fodder.

Eon also moved with swift precision as a shimmering sword appeared in his that seemed to cut space and was emitting shark and unyielding sword auras that seemed to reach the peak of domain level.

Apollo was the last to move as the soul-shattering bow appeared, watching the battlefield like a general surveying other attacks; he also fired an arrow that disappeared into space. Eleven against one. He was looking at how Drakin would face it.

Drakin stood at the centre of it all, a grin spreading across his blood-stained face. His crimson eyes glowed brighter, and the chaotic mist surrounding him grew denser, absorbing and twisting the incoming attacks.

"Come!" Drakin sneered, spreading his arms wide as if inviting more destruction. "Show me what you’re made of!"

The blood mist thickened, forming a swirling vortex around him. With a monstrous roar, he unleashed another surge of power, his chaotic aura pulsating outward like the heartbeat of a beast.

And with that, the blood river burst with more terrifying power and collided with the attacks of eleven geniuses.

BOOM!

The combined attacks slammed into Drakin’s blood river, creating a cataclysmic explosion. The ground beneath them cracked and split, and shockwaves rippled across the platform, shaking even the most veteran fighters watching from outside to their core.

When the smoke cleared, Drakin emerged from the wreckage, his blood mist partially dissipated but his grin intact. Wounds covered his body, and blood dripped from his mouth, but the gleam in his eyes was not one of pain—it was ecstasy.

"That’s more like it!" Drakin growled, his voice a low, guttural snarl, and the wound on his body quickly started to heal itself rapidly. Within a second, the wounds he received were healed without any diminishing in his aura.

He extended his hand, and the mist coalesced into multiple blood chains that shot toward his enemies with blinding speed, aiming to drag them into the depths of chaos with him.

The blood chain mysterious power that seems to make everyone’s hair stand up as if they get caught, something bad will happen.

Some quickly attacked, and some evaded the blood chains quickly, as they seemed to pierce any kind of attack or energy. Eon cut the blood chains through his sharp sword aura while Apollo evaded them with his space as he teleported from one place to another.

Crack! Crack! The dreadful sound of the chains’ movement reverberated through the battlefield, growing louder with every passing second. The sharp, grating noise burrowed into the minds of those present as if threatening to unravel their sanity. But it wasn’t just sound—each vibration carried a spiritual shock that rattled even the strongest wills.

Kassandra winced, her hands instinctively covering her ears. "These chains... They’re not just physical!" She gasped, feeling the invasive shock assaulting her mind like needles burrowing into her brain.

The geniuses gritted their teeth, resisting the overwhelming pressure. Even Eon, the regressor felt a tingling sensation even when his spirit and will were stronger than the geniuses.

Apollo also wasn’t unaffected, but it was less, as the corroding will that seems to corrode the mind couldn’t shake his mind because of his eternal sword aura, as it was like a nemesis of the weird aura and eradicated any ill effect on him.

He with a grim expression, slipped through the battlefield like a shadow, using spatial flickers to evade the relentless onslaught. Every time he teleported, the air around him shimmered, leaving faint echoes of his presence in the disturbed space. But even teleporting wasn’t enough. The chains followed with unnatural precision as if they could sense the soul rather than just the body.

But still, he evaded gracefully with calm and precision; his movements were like he was one step ahead and could figure out the next movement.

The others quickly realized the same. The Dunestrider prince, whose golden sands shielded him from physical attacks, watched in disbelief as the blood chains pierced through his defences without resistance. His sandstorm shattered like glass, leaving him exposed. He leapt back just in time, panting from the narrow escape.

"Everyone! Don’t let them touch you!" Eon warned, slashing another chain with pinpoint precision.

He warned the others, even though most of them would not listen. Because he knows how terrifying these chains’ true ability is. If these forces harm them here on the Heavenly Path, they won’t die—but it will leave a mark on their spirit.

Chaotic energy will seep into their body. At first, it’ll seem harmless, maybe even manageable. But over time, it will grow and fester, slowly affecting their mind. Eventually, it will consume their thoughts, turning them into a bloodthirsty, mindless puppet, driven only by destruction and killing.

Some genius of ten clans scoffed, dismissing his words, while others, sharp ones like Kassandra and Apollo, glanced around nervously, beginning to sense the subtle but ominous pressure of the chaotic energy around them. Eon’s warning lingered in their minds, unsettling those who knew better than to ignore danger on this treacherous path.

He shook his head slightly, seeing their reactions. "Fools," he thought. He wasn’t one to repeat himself. Those who underestimated this now would learn soon enough—if they survived long enough to regret it.

Kassandra roared as she became more violent, forcing her lightning to surge outward. "Then we’ll destroy them before they catch us!" She somewhat believed Eon’s word; thunder crackled, and she hurled bolts of electric fury at the chains, but the mist absorbed most of the impact, dulling her attacks.

Drakin laughed, his voice a symphony of madness and ecstasy. His wounds had completely vanished, and the chaotic aura around him only grew more ferocious. "Fight all you want! It won’t matter!" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with malice. "The more you resist, the more delicious it becomes!"

Everyone was agitated as the Drakin’s aura continued to climb. Now even, Apollo started to furrow his brows as a weird sensation came from the depths of his mind as the calm eternal sword aura seemed to agitate.

It wasn’t feeling afraid but instead, disgust like something made his sword aura hate it.

Feeling this, he also becomes more serious since his sword aura feels like that, and he needs to take care of him.

His aura changed, and it became sharper, and the soul-shattering bow in his hand started glowing with a white glow.