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Chapter 700: How To Hijack A Tournament [Part 1]



Aaron stood a good distance away from Zion, but everyone, whether they were watching from the stands or from their homes, knew that the teenage boy's nosebleed was caused by the Monarch's show of power.

It was then that they heard Zion's statement, which confirmed their guesses.

"What a low class move," Thirteen said before taking out his handkerchief to wipe the bloodstain below his nose. "You tried to make me submit to you by using your aura against me. So, are you happy that you managed to injure me? Does that make you feel good? Did it stroke your ego?"

Aaron looked at the teenage boy, who was looking back at him with a calm expression on his face.

If this was any other ordinary teenage boy, the Head of the Ashford Clan wouldn't even bat an eye and smash the boy's head to a bloody pulp.

However, Zion Leventis was far from ordinary.

The young man commanded the Allied Forces in the Rigel Continent and secured a victory for the human race.

If Aaron really killed him in front of everyone, he would become the world's public enemy number one.

Lawrence Seaton, who was the Monarch of the Central Government, would certainly retaliate.

Naturally, the Leventis Family would also wage war against them, with Arthur and Lady Callista leading the charge.

It would turn into a bloodbath, and this would not only stop in Pangea.

Even the Ashford Clan's territory in Solterra would be in danger if Zion died in Aaron's hands.

This was why the Monarch forcibly held back his anger and only glared at Tristan, who was now standing between him and the teenage boy currently wiping the blood from his nose with a handkerchief.

"I guess you really did something huh?" Tristan, the Field Marshal of the Central Government, wasn't someone who would back down even against a Monarch. "Do you really think you can get away with such things, Aaron Ashford? Is the Central Government a joke to you?"

The meaning behind his words was simple.

If you couldn't give me a proper explanation, then you would have to deal with my father, who was nearly immortal.

Do you dare to mess with him, huh?!

Tristan was a Throne, which was on par with the Patriarchs of the Prestigious Families.

With him and his father holding the sky for the ordinary people, the Monarch Clans didn't dare to try to make everyone submit to them.

As long as the Central Government existed, none of them could act wantonly and make people submit to them by force.

"The Ashford Clan did not do such a thing as sabotaging the venue where the elimination matches are going to be held," Aaron replied in a casual tone. "I only taught that child a lesson so that he would not do something that he will regret for life.

"There are, after all, people whom he cannot afford to offend. Doing so will have consequences that he can't fathom."

However, Tristan only scoffed and didn't back down.

"Zion has been promoted as a General of the Central Government and is also the Supreme Commander of the Alliance that liberated the Rigel Continent," Tristan replied with a sneer. "That means that it's you who offended someone you can't afford to offend. Are you prepared for the consequences of your actions?"

As if waiting for that moment, the sound of rotor blades spread in the sky.

Dozens of attack Helicopters from the Central Government surrounded the Colosseum.

Although these helicopters didn't pose a threat to a throne like Aaron, the one who ordered them to mobilize was the one person that the Monarchs feared in this world.

Lawrence Seaton.

They called him the Immortal.

Back then, the Five Monarchs tried to eliminate him by working together.

However, with Lawrence's Rebirth Ability, he would revive at a random location each time of his choosing.

When Lawrence retaliated, he massacred the Monarch Clan's forces, even killing their family members.

Naturally, the Monarch Clans threatened him that they would do the same.

However, Lawrence only said two words, and that was, "Do it!"

With an Immortal Monarch who could revive endlessly, the Five Monarchs were forced to concede defeat and made concessions.

This was why the Central Government stood as the protector of the people.

As long as they were around, the Monarch Clans couldn't act rampant, and the world had gained a semblance of peace for the past hundred years.

Now, that "peace" was about to be put to the test as the men and women of the Central Government near Glory City had started to mobilize.

Lawrence was also on his way to the venue with a serious expression on his face.

Clearly, if this matter wasn't resolved peacefully, things might escalate to something that both sides would no longer be able to stop.

A civil war.

And all because of a single teenage boy.

While Aaron and Tristan were having a standoff, Thirteen, who had just finished wiping his nose, took out a microphone from his dimensional storage and started to speak.

"Since the Ashford Clan doesn't plan to start this tournament in good faith and actually laid traps at the venue, I decided to take responsibility and invite everyone to the Dragon and Phoenix Tournament that will be held by the Central Government!"

Tristan, who was standing between Aaron and Zion, stiffened. This was the first time he heard

about such a thing.

The Central Government hosting the Dragon and Phoenix Tournament?

Did the sun suddenly rise from the West today instead of the East?

Everyone was confused by Zion's statement, including those who were actually participating

in the tournament.

However, Mikhail and Shasha both exchanged a knowing smile with each other.

They knew that their younger brother would sometimes decide events out of the blue from

time to time without rhyme or reason.

But whenever he did, it usually came out fine in the end.

The faces of Aaron and Claude, who were supposed to host the tournament, contorted in fury, angered by the young man's audacity.

However, before they could say anything, Thirteen once again spoke, making his voice spread in the entirety of the Colosseum.

"The prizes for the Dragon and Phoenix Tournament that will be hosted by the Central Government is grander than the prizes that will be given away by the Ashford Clan," Thirteen stated. "For starters, the Champion will get two Scales of the Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent. "The rank of this monster is a Majin King. I happened to come across its scales while traveling to Solterra and casually picked it up. You can put one in the auction, and it will get you over

ten billion gold coins.

"Another option is to look for a blacksmith and have them forge an equipment from it. With such a high-grade material, there is a high chance for the end result to become a Mythical

Weapon.

"Instead of joining a rigged tournament, wouldn't it be better to join one that doesn't intend to make their own descendants become the Champion by using foul and dirty tactics? I, Zion Leventis, make a vow that this tournament will be conducted fairly.

"Those who have registered in this tournament are automatically eligible to join the Dragon and Phoenix Tournament held by the Central Government. The competition will be heldn/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

today.

"Those who are interested, please head to Justice City right now. I guarantee that the prizes will be worth it!"

Tristan, who was guarding Zion, suddenly found himself between a rock and a hard place.

Deep inside, he didn't know if he should praise or spank the teenage boy for being so bold as to hijack the tournament that was hosted by the Ashford Clan.

Meanwhile, after hearing the Grand Prize, the Wanderers who had gathered in the Colosseum suddenly found themselves becoming excited.

Two scales from a Majin King?

Such a high-class material was something extremely hard to get.

Even if you had the money, you wouldn't necessarily be able to buy it.

Not to mention, the snake scales that came from the Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent were the

first of its kind—the main reason why the Monarch Clans and the Prestigious Families were

hell-bent on acquiring them.

What made Monarchs feared by all was their Mythical Equipment, all of which were

unmeasurably powerful.

No other weapon in Pangea would be able to challenge it unless it was of the same rank as

them.

Even the representatives of the different families, who were gathered in the Colosseum, were on the verge of telling the members of the young generation to ditch the tournament held by the Ashford Clan and join the tournament sponsored by Zion Leventis instead.

With such a juicy bait thrown right at their faces, everyone, including the members of the young generation from the Ashford Clan, was truly tempted to jump ship and take the opportunity to secure the Majin King scales for themselves.

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