Genius Noble With System
Chapter 224: Prince vs Prince

Chapter 224: Prince vs Prince

With that victory, Apollo was quickly transported, but the shock of the battle remained, as the trialists from all four continents looked at him with horror. He even felt cold tingling behind him, as now all the trialists from the Necros Continent also seemed to have taken an interest.

This also marked the first defeat of anyone from there, but one particular trialist had an extra hatred and killing intent hidden in his eyes, which can be hidden in front of most but cannot be hidden in front of Apollo, whose spirit and soul have already been transformed.

A faint smirk played at Apollo’s lips, looking at what he could do. This wasn’t the first time he had faced threats masked behind smiles and restrained expressions. Apollo’s icy gaze met the trialist’s, unflinching and calm, and for a moment, the air between them grew electric with unspoken understanding.

Turning away, Apollo let the crowd’s murmur fade, feeling only the chill of anticipation and the thrill of the unknown.

Master Aaron and others also looked at him with horror, especially Master Aaron, as he was the closest and the person who knew his disciple the longest, from being a kid who didn’t even know what a limit breaker was to present, where he cannot even dare to guess his true strength.

He knew that it was going to happen in the future, but he didn’t dream that he would reach such a stage in just four years; he sometimes felt what kind of anomaly he accepted as a disciple.

But after much thought, he became a bit proud. No matter what happens in the future, he can still hold onto his pride, knowing that he was the one who accepted a disciple destined to dominate the era of Rion. He can be proud for a lifetime for taking on such a monstrous genius.

This battle seems to have brought ferocity to the ongoing battles, as quite a few powerful trialists met one another, bringing the competition more fierce excitement.

Yet, the majority still believed that Apollo’s battle was the best. Time passed, and the battles continued for a day and night. Apollo also fought several more battles, maintaining his nine-win streak and coming just one step away from becoming a true member of the Sky Tower.

During this time, he also tried to find his mysterious eldest sister among the trialists, but he couldn’t spot her, leaving him somewhat puzzled. Although she was almost a stranger to him, she was still his sister.

Perhaps because they weren’t close, not seeing her here didn’t affect him much, yet he was still curious. She was incredibly mysterious, and he doubted anything could easily happen to her. He wondered what she might be doing now.

Others also fought battles, and it seemed the selection process was well-managed. Still, a few unlucky ones encountered stronger opponents—an unavoidable outcome when hundreds of thousands of trialists are gathered here; someone is bound to be unlucky.

Fortunately, his master Aaron and Miss Alyona were not among the unlucky ones. They had each won eight matches and were just a few steps away from reaching their goal.

At the same time, as the battle was calmly going on, finally another big battle came that brought the attention of almost all the trialists.

It was the battle of the trialist from the eastern continent, and his opponent was from the western continent. But it was just the identity of the two that was extraordinary, as they represented one of the strongest forces on their continent.

Both were the princes of the respective empires. The eastern continent trialist was the seventh prince of the Sacred Light Empire, and the other was the eighth prince from the Empire of Sacred Elements of the western continent.

Among the three human empires, these two have had an ongoing rivalry for thousands of years, and hence, when it was the turn of their battle, it made trialists from the eastern and western continents’ blood boil.

As the crowd realized who was stepping into the arena, an electric tension filled the air. The stage was set for a clash that extended beyond mere strength—it was a confrontation of legacies, of ancient rivalries that spanned centuries.

On one side, the seventh prince Zazel of the Sacred Light Empire, was tall and resplendent, his aura radiating a blinding brilliance that seemed to push back the shadows around him. On the other, the eighth prince Galix from the Empire of Sacred Elements, his figure cloaked in swirling elemental energies.

This was more than a battle; it was a symbolic showdown between two empires whose histories were written in conflict and ambition. Each prince represented one of the most powerful human empires, and their rivalry fueled a fervour that spread through the crowd like wildfire.

As Zazel and Galix took their stances, it was clear that they would hold nothing back.

"Begin!" the announcer’s voice rang out, barely cutting through the roaring crowd.

In an instant, Zazel surged forward, his speed amplified by the radiance surrounding him. He summoned a lance of light that he wielded like a thunderbolt, the air around it shimmering with intense heat.

Boom!

But Galix was prepared, raising his hand as a wall of swirling water materialized before him, deflecting the brilliant lance and dissipating its heat with a hiss of steam.

This wasn’t the end, as Zazel transformed, and wings of golden light appeared behind him, illuminating the entire arena and filling it with the Law of Light, seemingly trying to suppress all other laws.

Galix didn’t hold back either. The mysterious Law of Five Elements, embodying a world brimming with power and vitality, surged from him, challenging the almighty light that tried to suppress anything.

This intensity from the start shocked the crowd, as both seemed to be going full throttle from the beginning without wasting or holding back.

The arena crackled with energy as Zazel and Galix unleashed their full might. Zazel’s wings of golden light spread wide, casting a fierce, purifying glow that made every shadow retreat, filling the space with the powerful presence of the Law of Light.

His radiant aura was not only beautiful but oppressive, as though he intended to overwhelm every law and element around him, making his light the sole dominion.

Galix, however, stood firm, undaunted by the blinding brilliance. His eyes narrowed, and with a steady breath, he released the Law of Five Elements. Around him, the elements came alive—fire, water, earth, wind, and wood, each manifesting in perfect harmony, forming a shimmering world of energy that felt as vast and ancient as nature itself.

The arena grew wild and vibrant as if he had summoned an entire ecosystem to stand by his side. Each element resonated with its own power, yet they wove together seamlessly, challenging the supremacy of Zazel’s light.

The crowd watched in awe, feeling the intensity of these forces clashing. Neither prince held back, both pouring everything they had into the arena, their auras clashing in an explosive display of elemental might and divine light.

It wasn’t an ordinary battle, as they not only represented themselves but also their entire empire and its history of tens of thousands of years. They here cannot back down; both have to do everything to achieve victory on this grand stage.

And if even they survive and return, the loser will still lose everything, so it is the battle that will determine their entire life. They can lose any other battle, but this battle, the rivalry of generations, they cannot lose.

Not only that, their strength was also very strong, as both were actually ranked within the top fifteen of their respective rankings. So the clash wasn’t just a hype.

Even the big and mysterious figures in different layers of space were watching the ongoing battle with interest.

"Hmm, don’t they belong to the Empire faction? What happened—there seems to be some bad blood between them?" asked one mysterious figure with octopus-like tentacles.

"Something must have happened in the last ten thousand years; that’s probably why they’re filled with hatred now," said another figure, cloaked in a cold, mysterious aura.

"Haha, well, I wonder how they’d feel if they knew their ancestors were close and shared some tangled connection," laughed a third figure, hinting at something with a sarcastic expression.

To which other mysterious entities remained silent, but they still looked at the battle with interest, wanting to see how empire’s current generation’s strength.

Apollo watched the battle intently. In addition to it being a clash between the Eastern and Western continents, he had a somewhat friendly relationship with Zazel, whom he’d met last month.

"They had some small talk when Apollo sold resources he had found during his tasks in different worlds—resources that Prince Zazel needed. Through this exchange, they got to know each other.

That transaction had sparked a friendly rapport between them, a quiet understanding despite their different paths.

Watching Zazel now, Apollo noticed his usual confidence and intensity on full display. Zazel’s mastery over the law of light was impressive, almost blinding in its purifying and suppressing effect, and the crowd responded to his radiance, sensing something extraordinary.