Genius Noble With System
Chapter 349: Battling ten thousands of enemies

Chapter 349: Battling ten thousands of enemies

Boom!

The battlefield trembled violently as Apollo’s simple, direct slash collided with the combined cataclysm of the five sanctum geniuses.

For a heartbeat, the world fell silent.

Then—detonation.

KRA-KOOM!

A storm of energy exploded outward, ripping the air apart with a deafening roar. The sky itself seemed to crack, and space distorted into swirling chaos. The combined attack, filled with intricate techniques, ancient rules, and overwhelming power—shattered.

Not blocked.

Not deflected.

Obliterated.

Apollo’s slash tore through everything in its path like divine judgement descending from the heavens.

The five native geniuses had no time to scream. Their protective artifacts shattered, their bodies were thrown backward like broken dolls. Blood sprayed through the air as their forms slammed into the ground, torn and mangled beyond recognition.

Their combined might—destroyed by one man’s sword.

He remained standing in the sky with a calm expression, but his single attack seems to have horrified countless geniuses, whether geniuses from Sanctum or geniuses from three universes. They all were equally shocked.

For a moment the battlefield seemed to be silenced as the power shown by Apollo was unbelievable. How can an early-stage true god show such strength?

"Is he... really a True God?"

"No... That’s not something a mere True God can do."

But there were many who had heard about him as the only being to clear all nine floors of the Tower of Epoch and could finally understand why nobody was ever able to clear it.

It all made sense. Why no one had ever conquered the Tower before.

Why even the eternal geniuses of the three universes had failed where he succeeded.

Because this man—Apollo—was not just another genius.

He was something else entirely.

Apollo, seeing this, calmly moved forward, as now many of them were afraid to make a move against him.

And then—A furious roar tore through the silence.

"What the hell are you all doing?!"

A figure burst out from among the sanctum inhabitants—a tall, muscular youth with wild eyes and blood-soaked fists.

He was strong. Strong enough that space wavered around him.

"Are you cowards?! Just because one man stands tall, do you all tuck your tails like scared beasts?!" He turned to the sea of hesitating warriors and bellowed louder:

"Even if he’s powerful, he’s alone! We are millions! Even eternal gods would be buried under such a tide!"

His voice trembled—not with fear, but with the kind of madness born from years of being trapped in the sanctum.

"If we can’t leave this cursed place..." he snarled, his eyes bloodshot, "then what’s left to fear? Death?! Ha! Death is mercy compared to another lifetime locked in this shit!"

His declaration cut through the tension like lightning.

All across the battlefield, the inhabitants who had begun to retreat or hesitate... paused. Gritted their teeth. Raised their weapons once more.

A boiling storm of bloodlust and desperation surged back to the surface.

"That’s right!"

"Even if we die—we’ll die trying to leave!"

"CRUSH THEM!"

The dam of hesitation broke. The battlefield roared back to life.

And with that, they all seemed to become mad and gained the confidence. ten’s of thousands directly attacked Apollo, as they all felt the jealousy of his talent and luck of being born outside the sanctum.

Their mutual hate became their strength, and they all gave their all without caring for their lives.

The combined attack of tens of thousands of true gods mixed with half-step eternal god realm geniuses reached a terrifying level; the sun and moon appeared to have lost their colour, and the world seemed to be reaching its end.

"Oh." Seeing this, Apollo’s eyes also burnt with fighting intent. The rule of war seemed to roar, and his blood, soul and spirit seemed to burst out with terrifying strength with excitement.

His presence surged, not like a god, but like a force of nature. The Rule roared in response, as if the heavens themselves bowed before his battle lust.

A golden-red aura coiled around him like a living dragon. His heart thundered with the rhythm of war. His spirit cried out not with fear, but joy.

"Come, then."

His voice echoed across the battlefield like a war drum, resonating in the souls of all who heard it.

Boom!

Bang!

Szzh!

The attacks came like a cosmic flood.

Blades of divine light. Searing meteors of flame. Chains forged from laws themselves. Thousands upon thousands of techniques rained down in a storm of annihilation.

But he moved without hesitation.

With a roar, the Rule of War surged from his body like a tidal wave of primordial force. It wasn’t elegant. It wasn’t refined.

It was raw, brutal, and absolute.

He swung his sword—not with grace, but with unstoppable momentum. A single cleave. One overwhelming slash forged from blood, soul, and unshakeable will.

And the battlefield answered.

BOOOOOOM!

The very sky bent inward as his sword split the heavens. Thousands of attacks clashed with his strike—and were swallowed.

Disintegrated.

The explosion that followed didn’t just shake the sanctum—it ripped a hole through the very sky, a swirling vortex of energy tearing through the air.

Thousands of inhabitants from Sanctum died instantly, but he didn’t stop. He jumped forward with unimaginable speed and started to destroy everything in his path.

"Attack; don’t be afraid."

"Don’t give him any time to think."

Countless Sanctum warriors roared, and then the battle between them reached its peak.

Boom! Boom! Boom....

In the middle, suddenly, the most horrifying battles begin as Apollo single-handedly faces countless enemies.

Every swing of his sword would tear the space and cut through hundreds of enemies; he was like a supreme war god in the middle of the battlefield, and yet the Sanctum warriors didn’t hesitate even knowing they would die.

The battle reached its most horrifying stage. Blood rained from the skies. Screams echoed across the void. Bodies littered the battlefield, but still the fighting didn’t stop.

Apollo’s expression remained calm, but his aura blazed brighter than ever—unstoppable, untouchable.

And deep within that storm of blood and carnage...

He kept walking.

Step by step.

Toward the portal.