"You dare challenge us?" The Kings narrowed their eyes.
But the challenge was already accepted by the system.
In that mont, the surroundings shifted.
Sky vanished. Earth left.
All ten of them found themselves in a domain of space with nothing in it.
But then, geotry bled through from beneath.
Faint interlocking sigils and grid-like fractures surfaced beneath the plane like a battlefield that had always been there, waiting for soone worthy enough to write upon it.
Five kings were at the far end of the left, while Almond and others were at the far end of the right side.
[ Round 1 contestants may step up on the circle and start the battle. ]
A horizontal circle appeared before both groups.
From the side of the kings, a Tier-15 king stepped on the circle and vanished before appearing at the center.
"I’ll go first," Clovelle said as she stepped forward. "Since I acted as his subordinate, I’d better finish him myself."
The others nodded and decided to do the sa.
Clovelle and the Tier-15 King ca face to face at a distance of 100 ters between them.
[Round 1 starts]
The King roared as the air pulsed forward in circular neon blue patterns while a weapon appeared in his hands.
The King roared, and the space answered him.
A circular pulse burst outward from his body, layered rings of neon blue energy expanding across the domain like shockwaves traveling through glass, each ring distorting the grid beneath their feet as if reality itself had been struck like a drum.
His weapon ford in his hands as the pulse expanded.
A halberd.
Massive.
Too large for a normal wielder, its blade curved like a crescent of compressed energy, its shaft wrapped in rotating bands of light that humd with contained force. Every movent of it bent the air slightly, like it carried its own gravity.
Clovelle didn’t move.
She adjusted her glasses.
Just slightly.
And watched.
The King didn’t wait.
He stepped forward once.
The distance vanished.
His body blurred, and the halberd ca down with enough force to split a mountain, the space beneath it cracking open in a straight line as the attack descended toward her.
Clovelle lifted her hand.
A single glyph appeared.
Small.
Simple.
The halberd struck.
The impact detonated.
Sound vanished for a split second as the entire area collapsed inward from the force, the grid beneath them fracturing outward in a massive radial pattern.
And yet—
Clovelle was still standing there.
Unmoved.
The glyph in front of her rotated once.
The force of the strike didn’t disappear.
It redirected.
The space to her left folded violently as the entire impact discharged sideways, carving a massive trench through the domain.
The King’s eyes sharpened.
"Redirect?"
Clovelle lowered her hand slowly.
"Not quite."
The glyph behind her shifted.
Another appeared.
Then another.
Three rings ford around her.
Rotating.
Stacking.
Layering.
The King stepped back once.
Then forward again.
Faster.
This ti, the halberd didn’t co straight down.
It twisted mid-swing, splitting into three overlapping arcs that attacked from different angles at once, each one carrying enough force to crush her position entirely.
Clovelle stepped forward.
Not back.
Forward.
Her foot touched the ground.
And the entire grid beneath her lit up.
Acceleration lines ford instantly across the battlefield, glowing pathways that stretched outward in straight vectors, intersecting, branching, forming a network of montum.
Her body moved.
Not fast.
Not visibly.
But suddenly—
She wasn’t where she had been.
The halberd struck space.
And then—
Impact.
The King’s body jerked forward as sothing struck him from the side.
Hard.
His armor dented inward as he slid across the grid, boots tearing through the surface as he forced himself to stop.
He looked up.
Clovelle was standing where she had been.
"Impossible."
She tilted her head slightly.
"Not really."
The glyphs around her accelerated.
The pathways beneath the battlefield brightened.
"You’re thinking in terms of speed."
She lifted her hand.
"I’m thinking in terms of direction."
She flicked her fingers.
The entire network activated.
Every line on the battlefield beca a vector.
Everything touching the ground beca part of it.
The King moved again.
This ti, he didn’t attack directly.
He leaped upward, breaking contact with the grid.
The halberd spun in his hands as he descended from above, aiming to crush her position from a blind angle.
Clovelle looked up.
"...Good choice."
Then she snapped her fingers.
The air itself shifted.
A vector ford mid-air.
The King’s descent changed.
Slightly.
Just enough.
His strike missed.
And in that mont—
Clovelle moved.
No buildup.
No visible motion.
She appeared at his side.
Her hand extended.
A compact launcher ford instantly, its core spinning with compressed energy.
"Impact Lance."
She fired.
The shot wasn’t explosive.
It was focused.
A single line of force compressed into a point.
It hit the King’s side.
And released everything.
The impact didn’t push him back.
It launched him.
His body tore through the domain like a projectile, smashing across the grid and skipping across the surface before crashing into a distant section of the battlefield.
The domain shook.
Fragnts of the grid shattered.
For a mont—
Silence.
Then—
He stood up.
Slowly.
Blood at the edge of his mouth.
Armor cracked.
But his eyes—
Sharp.
Focused.
Excited.
"Good."
The halberd spun once in his hands.
Energy surged around him again.
Stronger this ti.
"Again."
Clovelle exhaled softly.
"...Alright."
The battlefield lit up again.
Not just straight lines anymore.
Curves.
Angles.
Intersections.
A complete system. And within those systems appeared weapons.
Cards of her third deck—Glacial Judgent Armory.
The King moved first this ti.
He didn’t leap.
He burst.
His body shot forward with raw power, abandoning precision for overwhelming force. The halberd carved forward, dragging a wake of compressed energy that fractured the space behind him.
He aid straight for her core.
To break the system, he would destroy the center.
Clovelle didn’t move.
She raised two fingers.
"Align."
Every floating weapon snapped into position.
Not toward him.
Toward the lines.
The King entered the network.
And instantly—
Everything activated.
A spear was fired.
Not from the front.
From his blind spot.
He twisted, halberd intercepting it mid-air, shattering it into shards of frost that scattered across the field.
Then a blade ca.
From below.
He stepped off the ground, avoiding it.
Then a cannon discharged.
From behind.
He spun again, deflecting the blast with brute force.
But—
Another.
Another.
Another.
The attacks weren’t random.
They were calculated.
Every vector predicted his next position. Every weapon fired not where he was, but where he would be forced to move.
The King’s expression sharpened further.
"...You’re locking my movent."
Clovelle’s voice remained calm.
"You locked it yourself the mont you stepped into my field."
He roared.
Energy surged again, exploding outward from his body in a violent wave that shattered several incoming constructs.
For a brief mont, the network broke.
He seized it.
His body vanished from the grid entirely as he launched upward again, this ti faster, higher, pushing beyond the range of her ground-based vectors.
From above, he raised his halberd.
All the energy he had gathered condensed into the blade.
The weapon scread.
A vertical collapse of force ford around it.
He swung.
The attack descended like judgnt itself.
The entire domain trembled as the strike ca down toward Clovelle’s exact position.
This ti—
There was no redirection.
No sidestep.
No evasion.
Clovelle stood still.
And smiled faintly.
"...Checkmate."
She snapped.
The grid vanished.
All vectors disappeared.
For a split second, the battlefield beca empty.
The King’s eyes widened.
Too late.
The vectors hadn’t disappeared.
They had compressed.
All pathways, all calculations, all predicted motion condensed into a single point.
Him.
Every weapon reappeared at once.
Not around the field.
Around his body.
Frozen mid-descent.
Hundreds of constructs.
All aligned.
All aid.
All already fired.
"Glacial Judgent."
Ti resud.
The impact was silent.
Then—
Everything detonated inward.
A perfect convergence of force collapsed onto the King from every direction at once, crushing, piercing, freezing, and shattering simultaneously.
The descending strike broke.
The halberd cracked.
His body was driven downward, slamd into the grid with catastrophic force as the entire domain rippled outward from the impact.
The light faded.
The weapons dissolved.
Silence returned.
For a mont, nothing moved.
Then—
The dust cleared.
The King lay at the center of a fractured crater.
His halberd shattered beside him.
His body unmoving.
The system spoke.
[Round 1 Winner: Clovelle]
The faces of other Kings slightly changed.
One of them died already.
They knew these individuals were strong, but not to this extent!
From the leaderboard of 10,000 Kings, one at the bottom quietly vanished and was replaced by a new na—Queen Clovelle.
[ Round 2. Step on the circle ]
"Co on, let’s finish this fast." Ainen stepped on the circle next.
...
anwhile, so new Regalons finally entered the third layer.
Rudra and Aryan had just landed in the middle-tier plane of third layer, taking positions of guards of a small town.
But this ti, John decided to et with them and gather them up to start the Regalon Kingdom in the upper layer under the protection of his PeakWicked Kingdom, to start preparing and establishing so foundations.
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