Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao
Chapter 262: I Forfeit

Chapter 262: I Forfeit

The arena, a vast expanse of polished stone surrounded by towering walls, buzzed with the electric tension of anticipation.

The battle had been long and intense, and now only eleven opponents remained.

The crowd, holding their breath, barely made a sound, their eyes fixed on the stage, each spectator unwilling to miss a single moment of the unfolding spectacle.

The air itself seemed to tremble with excitement, charged by the power and skill displayed by these fighters.

Arthur stood at the center of the arena, his golden-blue eyes shimmering with the essence of countless realities.

His long white and gold hair fluttered in the wind, streaked with strands of different colors that reflected his immortal journey.

His presence was overwhelming, a constant reminder of the sheer power and authority he wielded. He was the embodiment of invincibility, a walking legend that had surpassed all boundaries.

The remaining opponents were formidable in their own right—Balor who had mastered the Sword Dao Technique Arthur had given had, now commands top level combat power amongst peak martial kings and even half-step Martial Emperors.

Luke had finished his gruesome training with the Shadow Guards of the empire and further awakened the potential of his bloodline and Martial Spirit. He had been tempered in a short amount of time and now that he had rescued his imprisoned father he is even more loyal to Arthur who had paved the path to greatness him.

Anastasia was still eager to battle. Her father’s words to her about Arthur ha greatly increased her curiousity towards his true strength.

She couldn’t see it before, but now that some of her past life memories had been restored she became aware that Arthur was beyond extraordinary and surely holds greate secrets.

Though she has no ulterior thought she is inching to uncover the viel around him for some reason.

Sun Wukong, Kira, the granddaughter of the supreme grand elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect; Ava, who though being young was not only a renowned alchemist but also a powerful Martial Artist. She had singlehandedly broken the conventional understanding that Alchemist are not good combatants in the martial contest.

Thomas, still as silent and observing as ever adjusted his glasses while contemplating on his next move.

Kalius hardened gaze remained unwavering towards Arthur.

Helia had a smile on her face.

Zaith Asura, still looked indifferent but looking closely his fighting spirit was at its highest.

and

Qin Tian looked carefree. Still very Intent on challenging Arthur.

The spectators couldn’t help but murmur in awe as they watched these powerful figures gather on the stage. Some were excited, others fearful, but all were captivated by the quiet aura of power Arthur exuded.

"It’s clear who will win," whispered a voice from the crowd. "But these fighters are still putting on a show for us."

"Prince Arthur has powers beyond our understanding. I suspect he might a reincarnated figure" another voice replied. "No one stands a chance against him, but the others are still worthy opponents."

"A reincarnated figure? Hah! Those are fables since all of history none of such have truly shown themselves."

"Even if they do it’s not the turn of our weak selves to interfere or even begin to comprehend the mysteries behind their existence."

As the murmurs of the crowd faded, Arthur’s cold gaze scanned the remaining contestants, his mind calculating each possible outcome with ruthless precision. His thoughts, however, were interrupted as Ava, looking beautiful and serene with a calm demeanor, suddenly stepped forward.

With a smile, Ava spoke, her voice carrying clearly through the arena. "I admit defeat," she said, her eyes meeting Arthur’s with a complicated expression. "I’ve had my fun. And now, I want to invite you to the Alchemy Association headquarters whenever you find the time."

Arthur raised an eyebrow at the unexpected invitation. Despite his logical nature, there was something about Ava’s gaze that intrigued him.

He recalled their past encountered considering what to do with her and deciding to deal with it later.

With a slight nod, he replied, his voice calm and calculating. "I’ll consider your invitation."

Ava’s smile deepened, though there was something almost sad about it. "I’ll be waiting." With a graceful bow, she exited the stage, her graceful movements leaving a lingering sense of calm in the air.

She accepted her rank of 11th with quiet dignity, the crowd offering polite applause for her decision.

Arthur’s gaze moved to the next contestant, Helia, who stood with her back straight, her head lowered in respect.

Helia, his childhood friend and loyal maid, had always been by his side. Her feelings for him were clear—though she never spoke of them—and Arthur was well aware of the loyalty she held for him.

Helia took a step forward, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "Prince Arthur, I dare not continue to compete. My advancement to this point is only because of you and your guidance. Please, permit me to take my leave."

Arthur looked at her, his expression unreadable. He had seen the respect and admiration in her eyes countless times before, but there was something more in her words today.

He understood that her feelings for him were not just that of a servant, but of someone who had grown fond of him through their years of companionship.

Without hesitation, he nodded with a slight smile that caused the heartbeats of many maidens to wild. "Go ahead, Helia. You’ve earned your rest."

With a graceful bow, Helia left the stage, her eyes never leaving Arthur. She forfeited with the same dignity as Ava, her departure marked with a respectful silence.

The crowd seemed to sense the bond between them, and some whispered among themselves, speculating on the nature of their relationship.

One of the spectators leaned toward another and muttered, "Is she really his maid? She’s too graceful to be just that. There’s something more going on there."

"I don’t know, but there’s no denying the connection between them. It’s almost like they’ve been through a lot together."

"By ’a lot’ do you mean..."

"Shut up! I meant nothing!"

Next, Kira, the granddaughter of the supreme grand elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, stepped forward. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, met Arthur’s gaze.