Genius Noble With System
Chapter 305: The First Sword

Chapter 305: The First Sword

It felt the difference between the other challenger and Apollo instantly as he felt the sword rule. As the life born of the sword, it has the sharpest sense when it comes to sword rules, yet it feels terrified.

For the first time in its existence, the living sword trembled.

It wasn’t fear in the way mortals understood it—no, it was something deeper. A primal, instinctive terror etched into its very essence.

Apollo’s sword rule wasn’t just strong. It was like an absolute force of the universe.

The moment their aura clashed, the living sword felt it—the vastness, the sheer depth, the terrifying mysteries of Apollo’s Eternal Sword Rule. It wasn’t something that should belong to anyone. It was something that belonged to a being beyond its understanding.

"This... is impossible."

The living sword had seen and battled countless challengers across ages and eons. Many wielded supreme sword laws; some even reached near perfection in their understanding. But not one had ever made it feel...powerless.

Apollo simply watched, his expression unreadable. His sword rested at his side—he hadn’t even attacked yet.

He took a step forward.

BOOM!

The entire step groaned under his presence as if struggling to contain him. The living sword’s very existence wavered.

His aura was countless times sharper than before, as he now truly had the aura of a battle-hardened swordsman.

"Are you not going to attack?" Apollo’s voice was calm and indifferent.

The living sword’s fingers clenched. Its form steadied as it forcefully cast aside its hesitation. It was born of the sword. Even if it faced an opponent beyond reason, it would not falter.

SHING!

In an instant, it became a sword itself, its body dissolving into pure sword essence, forming the sharpest edge it had ever achieved in its existence.

"Come," it spoke.

He felt suppression, but he also felt excitement as the mysterious sword rule seemed to be what they had been waiting for for millions of years.

It had cut down countless challengers and seen uncountable swordsmen rise and fall. Yet none had ever wielded a sword rule like this. Primal. Absolutely. Beyond limitation.

It no longer cared about victory or defeat. It wanted to see.

"Show me!"

It rushed forward, its entire being becoming a singular, perfect blade.

Apollo smiled faintly. He understood.

And so, he raised his sword.

He didn’t hold back anything, as he knew the opponent was very strong; he needed to do his best.

The Eternal Sword Rule enveloped him as he slashed. It was the simplest but the best attack he could do with his eternal sword rule, as it was a simple direct slash that would cut through everything.

The living sword felt shocked as it burst also with powerful pure sword rule at the peak first layer, quite a higher realm than his eternal sword rule.

CLANG!

The clash shattered the air, sending tremors through the entire three-hundredth step.

Apollo’s Eternal Sword Rule met the Living Sword’s peak-layer sword rule head-on, and for a moment, reality itself seemed to distort.

The Living Sword trembled.

It had seen countless sword geniuses, but this... this was different.

Its own sword rule was superior in the realm, yet Apollo’s sword carried something deeper—a foundation so absolute that it ignored the difference in layers and cut through all limitations.

SHING!

The moment their sword seemed to trigger something ancient, slowly all the steps from 1st to the 999th seemed to tremble, and steadily a mysterious power started to awaken.

The living sword on the 301st floor and others above also felt as if the resonation seemed to be increasing every second.

A deep hum echoed throughout the Celestial Sword Steps.

From the first step to the nine-hundred ninety-ninth, a mysterious resonance awakened, like an ancient force stirring from its slumber. The very foundation of the steps trembled, responding to something that had never appeared before.

The Living Sword on the 301st step stared at Apollo in disbelief.

"Is it finally happening?"

"Hmm." He also felt confused as his eternal sword rule, which he perfectly controlled, seemed to resonate with it.

All the ancient sword guardians seemed to awaken and looked deep into the space of the 301st step.

Some had remained dormant for millions of years, their wills nothing more than echoes of past battles—yet now, they stirred.

A phenomenon unseen in all of history.

The Living Sword trembled, gripping its own existence as if afraid it would shatter. Its voice was a whisper, laced with a strange mix of fear and awe.

"Is it truly time? Has the one... finally arrived?"

Apollo’s fingers tightened around his sword. His Eternal Sword Rule surged, resonating with the unseen force.

Boom! Boom!

Countless explosions of sword power happened at the same time, shocking every swordsman in the Celestial Sword Monolith.

A figure seemed to awaken at the top of the 999th step and slowly opened his eyes.

The moment it opened its eyes, every guardian above the 300th floor seemed to feel something and stopped whatever they were doing.

"The First Sword has awakened."

The moment those words were spoken, a silence heavier than mountains settled over the Celestial Sword Monolith.

Every swordsman, every guardian, even the very steps themselves, seemed to tremble in reverence.

The First Sword had awakened.

Above the 999th step, where no mortal had ever set foot, the figure fully opened its ancient, sword-like eyes.

A gaze sharp enough to cut through reality.

A presence beyond the comprehension of even Eternal Gods.

BOOOOM!

The entire Celestial Sword Monolith quaked as if the very foundation of the trial was acknowledging its true master.

Apollo’s breathing slowed, his sword humming in his grasp as if answering an unspoken call. His Eternal Sword Rule surged, intertwining with the unseen force that had now fully awakened.

A voice, neither young nor old, resonated across the monolith, reaching every swordsman present.

"After millions of years... finally that person has appeared."

But after hearing the words of the ancient being, everyone was shocked and filled with confusion.

’Who appeared? Why wait for millions of years?’

Whispers spread like wildfire among the swordsmen standing on the higher steps of the Celestial Sword Monolith. This was something that had never happened before; even the oldest person here didn’t know anything about the voice and what it was talking about.

The swordsmen on the higher steps, beings who had reigned supreme in their era, exchanged uneasy glances. Even those who had trained for hundreds of thousands of years in the monolith had never heard of such a thing.

The world around Apollo vanished.

The Celestial Sword Monolith, the countless steps, the murmuring swordsmen—all faded into nothingness.

When his vision cleared, he found himself standing on the 999th step.

A place where no one had ever set foot.

A vast expanse of endless white stretched before him, with only one thing in sight—a lone person.

The figure stood motionless, bathed in an ethereal glow. It was neither old nor young, neither man nor woman, yet it carried the presence of something ancient—something that had existed beyond the flow of time.

Apollo’s eyes narrowed. His instincts screamed at him, but there was no hostility in the air, only an unfathomable depth of sword intent.

The person finally moved, raising their head to meet his gaze.

"You have finally come."

The voice was soft yet carried an undeniable weight as if it had waited an eternity just to speak these words.

Apollo remained silent. His Eternal Sword Rule hummed around him, still resonating with the unseen force that had brought him here.

The figure studied him for a long moment before speaking again.

"Do you know what you are?"

A question. Simple, yet heavy.

Apollo frowned slightly. He was Apollo Fletcher, a swordsman who had forged his own path. But for some reason, he felt that wasn’t the answer the figure was looking for.

Instead of responding, he asked his own question.

"Who are you?"

The figure smiled faintly, as if amused.

"I am the first Sword."

BOOM!

The space around them shook at the words. The resonance between Apollo’s Eternal Sword Rule and the monolith intensified. It was as if the very concept of swords recognised this being’s existence.

"At least a portion of it."

Apollo’s mind raced. First Sword? Did that mean the first wielder of the sword rule? The first to carve the path of the sword itself?

He felt confused as his words meant various things.

"No, although I am the first sword to be born in chaos, I am not the master of sword rule."

His gaze remained steady despite the storm raging around him. The very fabric of space trembled under the weight of the First Sword’s presence. His words carried an authority beyond time, beyond the understanding of even the strongest Eternal Gods.

"Born in chaos, yet not the master of the sword rule?" Apollo thought, his mind rapidly analysing the implications.

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