Genius Noble With System
Chapter 220: One Punch

Chapter 220: One Punch

Thousands of trialists appeared in various arenas, ready to face their opponents. They were both excited and anxious—it wasn’t every day they had the chance to battle geniuses from other continents. This competition was truly the grand clash of all the prodigies on Rion.

Hundreds of different races also appeared, which was difficult to see before; there were elves, beastmen, spirits, monster clans, and many others, making the competition fiercer.

All continents seem to have such strong geniuses that even the top geniuses from the eastern continent felt pressured, knowing this wouldn’t be easy.

For the first time, they were up against those who had ascended along their own arduous paths, surviving brutal competitions and honing their skills under different laws and spiritual energies.

Apollo looked at various battles that just started like a silver-haired handsome elf faced off against a beastman towering over twice his height, his body lined with rippling muscles and claws that gleamed under the stadium lights. Their clash was swift and violent, each one barely keeping up with the other’s agility and power.

Meanwhile, a few arenas away, a spiritual being moved like a mist, evading a barrage of attacks from a monstrous serpent shifter, who hissed and struck with lightning speed. Every fight was a spectacle of techniques and abilities, a show of strength that electrified the air with anticipation.

But he was more curious to see how the people from the most mysterious continent, Necros, would show him. He had a feeling that he seemed to have some sort of connection with them. But as there were less than a hundred of them, nobody of them had yet to join the battle.

Apollo steeled himself, his heart pounding not from fear but from exhilaration. He knew that among these beings, some might be able to push him in ways he’d yet to experience, forcing him to unlock new depths of his power.

And quickly his turn came as he was suddenly teleported to the arena. The roar of distant battles faded into an eerie silence.

It was an arena designed to isolate the combatants, stripping away all distractions and placing the focus solely on the clash ahead.

A low hum filled the air, and before he appeared his first opponent—a warrior from the Northern continent, unmistakably a beastman.

He was tall and sinewy, with a hint of a tiger’s appearance; his bronze skin was etched with tribal tattoos that pulsed faintly, channelling the primal power of his people. His eyes were feral and piercing, with a predatory glint as he sized up Apollo.

The beastman was from a ferocious aura, appeared to be in the saint realm, and seemed to have terrifying powers that appeared to surpass newly broken saints.

The booming voice from above echoed once more: "Begin!"

Boom!

The beastman jumped with exploding speed and power, shaking the arena, his movements a blur as he closed the distance in an instant, claws slashing through the air with savage intent.

Apollo’s instincts kicked in, and he moved sidestepped gracefully, his body reacting almost before his mind could process the attack. As he dodged, he felt the primal life energy radiating from his opponent—a force both wild and unyielding.

But he didn’t feel anything and was calm. After his physique turned into a 1st-turn divine body, his body seemed to have become not only indestructible but whether its instinct or reaction ability seemed to surpass reason and react before his enemy fully showed his attacks.

The beastman, who had hoped to catch Apollo off-guard, looked stunned for a split second as his attacks met only empty air. But he wasn’t about to relent. With a guttural roar, the beastman’s aura flared, and a wave of raw, untamed energy burst forth from him in a desperate attempt to pin Apollo down.

Apollo’s divine body responded instantly, muscles coiling and releasing in perfect synchrony as he dodged each strike, moving and weaving with minimal wasting of movements and almost effortless precision. His body reacted as though it had its own consciousness, moving even before the beastman’s next attack fully materialised.

As his opponent stumbled back, frustration flashing across his face, Apollo seized the moment. He didn’t need to summon his full strength; a mere fragment of his power was enough.

His physical prowess had now reached unprecedented heights—so much so that even he wasn’t fully aware of its limits. Even on the system panel, he wasn’t mentioned as human but demi-god, showing how far he had come from most humans.

With a surge of strength, he launched his attack. In an instant, his fist shot forward at lightning speed, creating multiple sonic booms as it barreled toward the beastman’s face. Caught off guard by the sudden assault, the beastman had no time to react.

Boooom!"

Apollo’s fist connected with brutal force, landing squarely on the beastman’s face. The impact was so immense that a shockwave blasted outward, rattling the arena. The beastman’s body was hurled back, flying outside the arena, tumbling end over end before crashing against the far wall, leaving a deep crater where he struck.

The air still vibrated with the resonance of the multiple sonic booms that had accompanied Apollo’s strike, each one a testament to the sheer power packed in his divine body.

The crowd, which was filled with various whispers and small talks, became silent for a moment in awe, only to erupt into astonished whispers a moment later. Even among the top geniuses, such raw strength was rare, if not unheard of.

Apollo stood unruffled, his breathing even, his expression calm. He hadn’t even exerted his full strength, yet his body felt like it was thrumming with boundless energy, untapped reserves waiting beneath the surface.

The limits of his physical power had become something he could barely measure; even the beast clan, not an ordinary but a genius who was good in strength, couldn’t handle a single attack from him.

A thrill of exhilaration coursed through him. He was stronger than ever, and this was only the beginning of the trials, hopefully, he will meet stronger and interesting opponents who can let him push to his limits.

After his first win, quickly teleported out, but in that single attack, he caught the eyes of countless trialists, and many of them hoped never to meet him as their opponent.

As Apollo reappeared in the stands, a wave of whispers and tense glances followed him. His first match had been nothing short of spectacular, leaving a lasting impression on those who had witnessed it. Word spread quickly, and his name became a topic of nervous discussion among the gathered trialists from all five continents.

But for Apollo, the fight was merely a taste—a brief spark of the thrill he sought. His mind buzzed with anticipation, wondering if any opponent here would have the strength to challenge him fully and push him to his true limits.

He wasn’t interested in easy victories; he wanted to face those who could withstand his strikes, those who would force him to delve deeper into his power.

Most of the time enemies he had faced were either easy or too strong for him to face; he didn’t seem to have any blood-boiling battles. But this time it might not be true because he already noticed quite a few mysterious and strong opponents; if he can face them, it might bring surprises.

As he waited for his next match, he watched the arena with calm intensity, studying the techniques of other trialists. He saw an elf wielding ethereal blades of pure energy, a spirit conjuring illusions that disoriented its opponent, and a monster race trialist with divine blood.

He even witnessed the battle of Pussy King, who still maintained the cute cat appearance, but his strength was really strong as his cute paw destroyed his opponent in a single tap. Maybe because his strength improved, he finally saw a bit of mystery in that single paw.

Shockingly, it was the Law of Metal—but it seemed to have reached an unbelievable level, surpassing his own 59% peak domain understanding and advancing to the realm of the ’Law of Worlds.’ Even at this level, it must be of exceptionally high calibre; otherwise, Pussy King wouldn’t possess such precise control.

Each style was unique, a reflection of the diversity and power gathered from across Rion as he observed the various races.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he noticed a Necros trialist observing him closely. Cloaked in shadows, this figure stood apart from the others, their eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and caution. But he didn’t feel anxious, but rather interested.

Just then, he noticed that someone from the Necros continent had finally appeared in the arena, drawing considerable attention. He wasn’t the only one intrigued—nearly everyone from the other four continents was curious about the mysterious land of Necros.

Apollo’s gaze sharpened as the Necros trialist stepped into the arena. This was the first time any of them had seen a participant from the shadowed continent in action, and the air buzzed with suspense. All eyes shifted to the figure who stood motionless, shrouded in an aura as dark and impenetrable as a storm cloud.

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