Chapter 217 Ronan's Might

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After ending the video call with Khaos, Kieran caught a glimpse of something horrifying.

Kieran looked up to bear witness to Ronan indifferently stepping upon the coliseum stage and walking towards its center before the round began.

“This is the final round of the first stage! It will determine how many of you step into the next stage. That said, let’s dive into the last round! Begin!” General Zieg exclaimed.

The stands erupted into the loudest cheers heard thus far, as most of them cheered due to Ronan’s presence on the stage. Many onlookers heard rumors of his strength and couldn’t wait to see it in action.

How strong was the individual cultivated by one of the High Generals?

Surely his strength existed in an echelon separate from the rest of the contestants. Because of this thought, many viewed Ronan as the individual to claim this year’s special prize.

However, the actual conclusion of this event remained unknown.

Once General Zieg announced the start of the round, Ronan raised his gigantic cleaver over his head and let it drop as if it were the most natural of acts. The entire platform drastically changed as gravity seemed to increase by the second.

“Gravitational Suppression: Inexorable Drop!”Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.comost as if gravity gained a tangible form in the shape of a large disk, everyone on the stage was flattened to the ground and knocked unconscious, leaving only Ronan standing amidst a sea of down enemies.

Even General Zieg blinked in disbelief after watching the round end within 3 seconds of beginning. The result—utter domination. Incredulity was the most prevalent emotion in the room.

The stands grew pin-drop silent, holding their breath in horror, disbelief, and tremendous shock. It took some time, but the events eventually registered in everyone’s mind as they began chanting Ronan’s name.

“Ronan!”

“Ronan!”

“Ronan will be the champion!”

At that moment, General Zieg’s voice hitched before filling the stadium with a magnetic tone.

“T-... The end of the first stage is upon us! The total number of contestants remaining, as it stands, is 2,144! This means less than half of you will enjoy the luxury of stepping inside the War Deity Council’s grand embrace.”

“We of the council will give an additional 30 minutes of respite for the challengers to recuperate,” General Zieg announced.

Many of the people partaking in this challenge released a sigh of relief. If they were forced to fight earlier due to how quickly the 8th, 9th, and 10th rounds ended, several fighters would only be battling at a fraction of their original might.

Thirty minutes wasn’t an extremely long period, but it was enough time to regain a large portion of their exhausted energy.

Meanwhile, Kieran had already returned to full strength due to the effects of the potion Isadora gave him. The potion’s effects lasted 12 hours, but slightly less than half of that time had elapsed.

Not only did the NPC need to submit to the player, but their rank also couldn’t surpass the player’s class by more than three rankings.

In other words, a player with a Normal Class couldn’t successfully enter a Master-Servant Pact with an Epic NPC.

‘Yashua’s potential could be fairly high, maybe even higher than Azahara. But this is pure speculation at this point. I wouldn’t know until I gain more information on him.’

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Meanwhile, inside the Medical Facility...

Nemean practically buried his face into the screen after watching Kieran face off against Ambak, Agna, Vex, and a few other contestants. Many tried to push him aside to obtain a better view, but Nemean’s build in real life was exceptional.

He screamed out passionately a second later.

“D-did you see that? Kieran kicked that fool directly out of the ring! God damn, I wish I was there.”

“No one can see a thing with your fat ass head in the way! Move!” Bastion snarled and rammed into Nemean.

Bang!

The two glared at each and got into a physical scuffle, rolling back and forth inside the training area.

“Uh, Altair, aren’t you going to say anything?” Alice blinked with a slight grimace. This wasn’t the first time the two had broken out into a fight.

It happened once before after Bastion asked for a quick break and Nemean declined. Bastion hadn’t complained throughout the entire training, so he felt his diligence deserved a break.

However, Nemean felt differently. He felt Bastion should train until he dropped dead!

“Hahaha! You still hit like a sissy Arthur,” Bastion cackled loudly. “I see the army has taught you nothing. You can’t even throw a punch!”

“Nah, there’s just something wrong with you. You’re a bear in a human’s body!” Nemean quipped back.

“I’m a sexy bear,” Bastion chortled.

“More like a gummy bear,” Nemean corrected.

After listening to the two bicker and fight, Altair lightly shook his head with a helpless expression. “I’d rather not. We’ve completed our training for the day and taken our X-hancers, so they’re free to do as they please.”

Paying those two no mind, Altair returned his attention to the screen to witness Bracca and Ronan’s fearsome display of power. “Kieran will have to go up against the likes of them. Do you believe he’ll emerge victorious?”

Alice analyzed the video silently before giving a slight nod. “If it’s Kieran, I’m sure he’ll surprise us. Besides, weren’t you curious about what he has been up to these past few days?”

During the past few days, their Friends’ List told them that Kieran rarely logged out. And if he did, it was for no more than a few minutes.

Being logged in for that long could only mean he was engaging in something intense, perhaps to prepare for this moment!

“We’ll see,” Altair nodded.

Although he hated to admit it, that scene of Ronan annihilating everyone in his round left a deep impression on Altair. Still, it wasn’t enough to shake his faith in Kieran.

‘Show the world something amazing. We’ve already vowed to conquer it, so what’s a little attention?’