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Chapter 166 - 166 Effortless

Chapter 166: Effortless Chapter 166: Effortless From the Lionaran section, Queen Chioma allowed the slightest, most satisfied smile to grace her lips.

Ebere’s smirk deepened as she slowly leaned forward, as if sharing a secret with the prince.

“Next time,” she whispered loud enough for only him to hear, “at least try.” Then, with a flick of her reins, she rode off, leaving him standing there, a broken, humiliated mess.

As the next lot was drawn, the announcer’s voice rang across the field.

“Roxurun versus the Kingdom of Belmora!” A collective sigh swept through the crowd.

Everyone knew how this would go.

Prince Ankhbayar of Roxurun was already seated atop his horse, looking completely indifferent.

His calm, measured posture radiated quiet dominance.

He barely even glanced at his opponent, a noble from the minor Kingdom of Belmora, who, despite his clear nervousness, held his head high.

Even though everyone knew the outcome, the Belmoran prince refused to back down.

“At least he has some pride,” someone muttered.

The referee raised the flag.

“Riders, take your positions!” Ankhbayar adjusted his grip lazily as if this were a mere morning ride rather than a competition.

“Ready…” His opponent stiffened, gripping his reins tightly.

“Set…” The tension barely existed, everyone already knew what was coming.

“Go!” In the blink of an eye, Ankhbayar surged forward.

Or rather, his horse did.

Because while the Belmoran prince rode with all his strength, urging his horse forward desperately, Ankhbayar… simply let his stallion run.

No struggle.

No visible effort.

No urgency.

Yet, within seconds, he was several paces ahead.

The crowd barely reacted.

There was no suspense.

“Of course.” “It’s Roxurun.” The race ended as predictably as it had begun.

Ankhbayar crossed the finish line, his posture still relaxed, his expression still unreadable.

It was as if the race had been a mild inconvenience rather than an actual challenge.

Meanwhile, the Belmoran prince, though panting and clearly exhausted, held his head high as he finished second.

His kingdom’s delegation stood and clapped proudly.

“At least he competed.” “Losing to Roxurun isn’t shameful.” “He did well not to back out.” Even the minor prince himself gave a respectful nod to Ankhbayar before riding off, knowing he had never stood a chance but refusing to concede before even trying.

Roxurun’s delegation?

They barely reacted.

Because to them, this wasn’t a win.

It was simply expected.

The competition continued as Haran, Gigangum, and Dixan each faced minor kingdoms.

Unlike before, the major kingdoms no longer sent their first princes for these matches.

Instead, their second and third princes took the reins, easily securing victories.

The results were predictable, none of the minor kingdoms could match their skill or their superior horses.

By the time Lionara’s second match was announced, the minor kingdoms had learned their lesson.

They no longer underestimated First Princess Ebere and were determined to put in their best effort.

However, this time, Third Prince Abuchi stepped forward to compete.

Later, when Lionara drew their final minor kingdom opponent, Second Prince Obinna took the reins, officially closing the chapter on the smaller competitions.

Now, with the minor matches done, the real battles were about to begin.

The final stage of the competition felt almost orchestrated, as if fate itself had arranged for the four great kingdoms to battle amongst themselves.

The crowd buzzed with excitement as the matchups were announced Lionara vs.

Gigangum Roxurun vs.

Dixan This was the true test, the one that actually mattered.

Prince Somto of Lionara mounted his horse with obvious reluctance, his posture casual, his expression indifferent.

He had no real intention of putting in any effort, after all, he knew the truth.

None of his opponents were his match, but they refused to admit it.

Across from him, Prince Asher of Gigangum, built like a warrior, sat tall on his horse, his eyes burning with determination.

He had lost to Somto in childhood, but he was no longer that boy.

He refused to accept defeat before the race had even begun.

“Things are different now,” Asher declared, his voice loud, confident.

“I will prove that I am better.” Somto “..?” Somto, however, didn’t even acknowledge him.

Instead, he simply adjusted his grip on the reins, his mind elsewhere.

He needed to end this quickly, so he could keep Arthur away from his sister.

If he had a choice, he would never have competed.

But then again, what better way to shut the mouths of those who thought they were better than him than to compete and remind them who was the best?

How could he, a renowned general, be competing with kids?

Then again, these fools had no idea who their grandfather was.

Somto sighed, choosing to ignore Prince Asher’s endless ranting.

But the Gigangum prince just wouldn’t shut up.

“I know you can hear me!” Asher taunted, his voice laced with arrogance.

“I may have lost to you when we were younger, but things are different now!

Today, I’ll prove I’m better than you.

After this, you’ll fade into the background, mark my words!” Somto’s patience finally snapped.

For the first time since they had begun preparing their horses, he turned to look at Asher.

His expression was blank, no irritation, no anger.

Just pure, cold indifference.

“Are you done?” he asked, his voice calm but firm.

Prince Asher “…” Asher faltered for a second, but quickly recovered, scowling.

Somto smirked.

Then, leaning forward slightly, he spoke in a tone just loud enough for Asher alone to hear.

“When I was already riding horses, you were still playing with toy cars.” A pause.

“So just shut up.

Your grandfather is here.

Let me teach you how it’s done.” The two competitors mounted their horses.

Prince Somto of Lionara sat with effortless confidence atop his sleek black stallion.

The horse was calm, as if already knowing victory was certain.

Somto held the reins loosely, his expression unreadable, almost bored.

Prince Asher of Gigangum, however, radiated tension.

His sand colored horse was restless beneath him, feeding off its rider’s emotions.

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