Genius Noble With System
Chapter 348: Combined Attack

Chapter 348: Combined Attack

Apollo was at the front—his sword drawn, his eyes cold, his aura blazing with the Rule of War at the third layer. It was the perfect place to use and understand the deeper meaning of war.

The sword in his hand moved on instinct, slicing through waves of attackers. His feet carried him forward, not toward the exit, but into the thickest part of the chaos. Around him, laws shattered. Bodies screamed and fell. Time itself seemed to blur.

Thousands of attacks from different levels came to him, but they could not hurt him at all, as his current physique was many times stronger than many high-ranking divine weapons.

Not a scratch. Not a drop of blood.

His body, now fused with the ancient heart and tempered by red-gold divine energy, had become indestructible.

He split through the waves of attacks and swung his sword, cutting through hundreds of enemies with every strike. He was like a demon god that takes lives with every move.

Another step forward. Another swing.

Each strike carved through the hordes like a divine executioner, elegant and merciless.

He wasn’t fighting. He was slaughtering. Like a demon god incarnate. Every movement was death, every breath domination.

The Rule of War surged in him like a living flame, resonating with every heartbeat, guiding his blade as if the very laws of destruction were etched into his muscles and bones.

Enemies screamed. Some fled. Others charged in blind madness, but none could stop him.

While he was tearing through the horde of people, others weren’t like him, as they cannot just tackle those attacks like a behemoth. They quickly used their secret treasure that they brought to protect themselves.

Clark, Sara or even Arvain were all struggling as the number of enemies was too much.

Waves upon waves of inhabitants crashed against them like a living tide, claws and blades and divine energy flying from all sides. Blood painted the ground, and even the air seemed to scream with violence.

Yet, among the chaos, a few others began to rise—young warriors whose presence suddenly shone like stars amid darkness. These were the geniuses from the True God List—individuals who had stood at the peak even before entering the sanctum.

Some had already stepped into the realm of half-step Eternal Gods, their divine essence dense and terrifying.

With deep cultivation and rare talents, they had bridged the gap between realms. Though not yet Eternal Gods by title, their strength had already touched that threshold.

They were the pride of their kingdoms, heirs to ancient bloodlines and forbidden legacies.

Even so— Even they had to fight with everything they had. As it was just a beginning of the race to reach the other side.

Because of the mysterious power present, nobody can teleport through space, and if they try, they might lose in space turbulence; hence, the battle was more gruesome.

This wasn’t a clash of speed. It was a trial of endurance, blood, and relentless momentum.

The battlefield stretched wide like a sea of chaos. Explosions, screams, and divine roars echoed across the land as the crowd surged forward like a stampede of desperate beasts.

Seeing the group of outside geniuses pressing on—cutting through the masses with burning determination, the strongest among the inhabitants finally moved.

These were the hidden blades of the sanctum—native geniuses born in suffering, honed by the abyss.

They had remained still until now, watching the outsiders from the shadows of the battlefield. But now, with the portal drawing closer with every second, they erupted into action.

Power flared.

Dozens of figures shot forward like comets cloaked in strange, ancient auras. Their aura was extraordinary, not at all weaker than half-step eternal gods.

These were the true elites of the Sanctum.

The native prodigies.

And they didn’t wait for introductions.

They dived into the fray, their attacks cutting through the battlefield like scythes through grain. Blades hummed with void energy. Spears radiated cursed flames. Their fists tore through the laws of the world as if they were made of paper.

They didn’t come to slow the geniuses down.

They came to kill.

They quickly attacked the group, and some of them even targeted Apollo.

They had felt it from the start—his aura was different, towering, dangerous.

And so, they came for him.

Five figures lunged toward Apollo with terrifying speed, forming a loose circle around him mid-charge. Each of them wielded powers honed through the crucible of suffering—bone-chilling flames, gravity-warping strikes, and space-disrupting weapons.

But Apollo stood unmoved.

His golden-red aura surged around him like a rising sun of war. His divine body pulsed with unstoppable rhythm. And in his hand, the sword burnt with divine energy with quiet, devastating purpose.

His lips curled into a faint, calm smile.

"Finally," he whispered.

Five of them attacked at the same time, and different kinds of rules appeared above him, turning it into a cataclysmic attack.

Each of them... was an eternal god in power.

But what made this even more terrifying was the rhythm in their movements.

They had trained together and seemed to have a combined attack.

As the five channelled their respective rules, their powers didn’t clash—they merged.

The sky above Apollo darkened. Their rules interwove, forming a single, massive cataclysmic attack—a fusion of elemental destruction and spiritual suppression. The energy it released didn’t just roar; it screamed, twisted, and collapsed in on itself like a star about to go supernova.

It was no longer five attacks.

It was one god-killing strike.

The power of this is so strong that even an early-stage eternal god will be obliterated instantly even a middle-stage eternal god would be injured if he faced it head-on.

There weren’t more than a few geniuses present here who could survive such an attack. But sadly their target was Apollo.

His sword hummed—a deep, resonant vibration that echoed through the battlefield like a war drum.

His eyes narrowed, cold and unwavering.

Boom!

The Rule of War erupted from his body, not as a ripple—but as a tidal wave of pure dominance. His aura surged, stacking layers of divine strength upon his already monstrous physique. In that instant, his power multiplied severalfold, war itself responding to his will.

He stepped forward.

One slash.

There was no flourish, no technique—only overwhelming might.

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