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Chapter 163 - 163 Display 2

Chapter 163: Display 2 Chapter 163: Display 2 Atop this magnificent beast was Prince Alexei, the first prince of Haran.

He was the very picture of nobility, broad shouldered, composed, and carrying an air of effortless authority.

Unlike Princess Ebere, who had ridden to showcase herself as much as the horse, Alexei did the opposite.

He blended seamlessly with the stallion, as if they were one entity, allowing the horse’s brilliance to take center stage.

His movements were precise yet fluid, his grip firm yet relaxed.

It was clear that he was not merely a rider.

he was a horseman in every sense of the word.

The crowd reacted instantly.

Squeals erupted from the young girls, their excitement impossible to contain.

“He’s so elegant!” “Look at how he rides, so controlled, so powerful!” “That horse… I’ve never seen anything like it!” Many had already abandoned the idea of attracting the attention of the two legendary figures from the previous day, knowing they were completely out of their league.

After all, Arthur and Carl had spent the entire evening beside Princess Nnenna, not giving anyone else a chance to approach them.

But Prince Alexei?

He was different.

The young noblewomen whispered among themselves, determined to at least try and gain his favor.

If they couldn’t reach the two untouchable legends, perhaps the first prince of Haran was their best chance.

For now, however, their admiration was purely for the breathtaking sight before them, the striking prince and his equally magnificent stallion, a true representation of Haran’s unwavering strength.

The next kingdom to present was Dixan.

Unlike Lionara’s elegance or Haran’s raw power, Dixan’s horses were reliable, well trained, and of solid breed, though they lacked the sheer brilliance of the first two.

They were known for their stamina rather than their beauty, making them valuable for long journeys rather than grand displays.

As the gates opened, a striking buckskin horse trotted forward.

Its golden coat gleamed under the sunlight, complemented by a dark mane and tail.

The horse moved gracefully, not with the overpowering strength of Haran’s stallion nor the refined elegance of Lionara’s steed, but with an effortless smoothness, as if it was conserving energy for a long road ahead.

It was clear that Dixan’s horses were bred for endurance rather than spectacle.

Atop the buckskin sat Prince Ji ho, the first prince of Dixan.

His posture was impeccable, yet his entire demeanor screamed indifference.

He rode with ease, his hands light on the reins, his gaze unfocused, as if he had no interest in the event at all.

Unlike the previous two riders, who had displayed confidence and presence, Ji-ho looked as if he was fulfilling an obligation, a mere task to check off his list.

But despite his apparent boredom, there was no denying his skill.

His movements were fluid, his control over the horse absolute, as if he didn’t even need to try.

He guided the animal with minimal effort, barely shifting his position, making it seem as though the horse moved entirely on its own.

The crowd reacted in waves of admiration, though this time, the squeals had a slightly different tone.

“He looks so cool!” “That’s effortless riding… he’s not even trying!” “I swear, indifferent men are the most attractive!” Among the excited voices, one stood out, Ebere.

Her eyes burned with frustration.

Yesterday, Ji-ho had completely ignored her, walking away as if she didn’t exist.

That had never happened to her before.

She refused to believe she couldn’t charm him.

Her original targets, Arthur and Carl, were now beyond her reach, given their blatant favoritism toward Nnenna.

That reality stung, but she would not let herself be overshadowed.

If she couldn’t win the attention of those two, she would prove her worth with another.

Prince Ji-ho became her new target.

At least until she found a reliable way to get the the celebrity princes “Let’s see if you can ignore me today,” she muttered under her breath, her nails digging into her palm as she watched him ride past with that infuriatingly uninterested expression.

No one, especially not Nnenna, was going to make her feel inferior.

The Gigangum Kingdom was up next, and the anticipation in the air was thick.

Unlike the other princes who exuded nobility and elegance, Prince Asher carried himself with raw, unfiltered power.

He sat atop a magnificent sand colored stallion, its coat gleaming under the morning sun, muscles rippling with every controlled step it took.

The beast looked untamed yet obedient, a perfect match for its rider.

Prince Asher held the reins loosely as if daring the horse to challenge him, yet with the slightest movement, the animal responded with precision.

As he urged the horse forward, its hooves thundered against the ground, sending small clouds of dust swirling behind him.

His posture was commanding, broad shoulders squared, chest puffed out, and every fiber of his being radiated strength.

Unlike the smooth, effortless elegance of the previous princes, Asher’s display was different, it was fierce, aggressive, almost predatory.

At one point, he adjusted his grip, causing the muscles in his arms to flex through the tight sleeves of his riding gear.

That simple action sent a fresh wave of screams from the young ladies in the crowd.

Gasps and excited whispers followed as he rode past, his heavy, muscular frame completely dominating the massive horse beneath him.

The contrast between him and the more refined princes before him was stark, but it only seemed to fuel his allure.

“He’s built like a warrior!” someone whispered in awe.

“Did you see those arms?!” another girl gasped, fanning herself dramatically.

“I swear, if he flexes one more time, I’ll faint,” a third one whimpered, gripping her friend’s arm.

The nobles and warriors alike watched him with respect, his physicality wasn’t just for show.

Gigangum was known for its weaponless combat techniques, and their prince was a living testament to their brutal training.

He wasn’t just strong, he was a force of nature.

Asher smirked slightly at the reactions but didn’t slow down.

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