Emperor's Reckoning

Karina was already waiting in front of the gate of the world alongside a noticeable princess with epitome beauty exuding around her. Though the two of them were different in social status, both of their existence eluded that of a goddess.

Princess Aelina of the Luderia Kingdom was currently holding a set of clothing on her hand as she closed her eyes with a smile. Though she was a princess she looked more like a docile housewife at the moment.

The perimeter of the place was heavily guarded as the army of Luderia was waiting for someone's arrival. Every single one of them was clad in silver armor as their weapon was laid on their waist. Nobody dared to approach the place, nobody dared to even cough. The spectators could only watch from afar.

The wind blew strongly as the two women had their hair fluttered. Rustling through the hair fabrics, both women suddenly looked in a single direction.

Karina turned a smile before she muttered, "About time."

A golden-patterned sarong was fluttering as the figure leaped in each of his steps. His long hair went against the wind as he traveled through the kingdom. The trees were left flabbergasted as the horses that carried a carriage neighed after a figure passed them by. The people could only catch his wind and their eyes could only make out a shadow.

The figure smiled as he said, "Hold on tight!"

With one last step, the figure jerked his thigh before launching up to the sky.

Under the sky, the soldiers looked up as the young man they were waiting appeared above them. Along with the chuckle and excitement of a woman, the young man descended with a graceful thud.

For the masters, one could tell that the young man had absolute control of his own power. He could destroy buildings with a finger but also touched a woman's cheek gently.

"Ryona you can let go now," said Lyon helplessly as he knew how the two women in front of him were hiding something devilish behind their smiles.

"Hehehe, alright I'll stop teasing you for now."

Princess Aelina coughed before she stood up in front of him and said softly with a smile, "L-Lyon, here, I brought you the uniform for the Crown."

"It's a special custom-made one for you. I coordinated with uncle Pedro and all of the tailors in Deo to make this set of magic."

The princess proudly smiled as she explained the set of clothing in her hands.

Feeling the fabric with his right hand, Lyon smiled.

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The sound of fireworks filled the sunny sky as cheers of more than ten thousand people filled the atmosphere. On this day, the grandest event in Mabia was held.

Cultivators from all edges of the world were coming to this place either they were hidden masters or well known. They knew what the competition meant for the world, even more, for the future. Many great cultivators were born from this event.

It was like a spectacle motion of what the future would like. Will the generation of today could compete or are they becoming deteriorated over the years.

The variety of clans would seek the geniuses, take them in and nurture them to become the next powerful cultivators as well as the neighboring kingdoms.

This was a grand opportunity for all people. Whether they were powerful, whether they were weak, There will always be something to gain and little to lose.

The spectators were on their seats while some of them stood as they cheered. A discussion was inevitable.

"Hey, I still cannot believe that our world would be the host of this grand event!" said one of them.

"Well, it is bound to happen since it's our turn in the rotation."

"Bah, forget about that, what's important now is the contenders!"

"Yeah, I heard the four academies finally produced a pack of geniuses! It would be hard for us to guess who will be the winner this time."

"But it's not hard to guess who will lose first."

They glanced at a certain group with weak cultivators. It was apparent that they were from the fifth academy and the lesser world, Deo. The newly joined academy shouldn't even be on the same list as the other four with the disparity of their strength.

"God knows how they got invited to this event, maybe the got connection in the higher-ups but still, it's a fool way to join to just get beat up."

"Or maybe they are trying to rumble the betting system? I don't know honestly but people are going to stake against them big time."

"Hey, are you talking shit about my academy?!" A shout suddenly heard as one young man approached them.

"Yeah! What are you gonna do about it?!" one of them stood up and faced the young man.

The disparity in their strength was visible but the weaker one had no sense of fear within them before saying, "Oh yeah?! Then how much are you gonna bet against us then?"

"Hmph! I'm going to bet one thousand low-grade cultivation beads!" said the man while slamming his chest proudly.

"One thousand? Please, my grandma's shit is much more valuable than that! I'm going to bet five thousand mid-grade cultivation beads against any of our opposing academy!"

"Hmph! Don't be so cocky with your sharp tongue! No matter, I will bet seven thousand mid-grade cultivation beads."

"Oh yeah? Then how about your friends?"

"They will too," answered the man with a nod from his group.

The young man from Nostria's academy nodded, "Alright, it's settled then, now for our personal bet."

"Of course, you will kowtow in front of me until you bleed your head if I win," laughed the man with his group.

"Alright, I want your spatial ring and your group's spatial rings with its content intact, see you," answered the young man before turning away as nothing happened.

They were left slack-jawed as the young man didn't even hesitate to agree with the bet. Normally people would refuse such an offer for their pride would be hurt beyond repair.

Getting back to the Nostria's group of the spectator, the young man said, "All done, they bought it rather easily, it's up to you guys if you want to get rich now, bet away whenever big brother is on the match!"

The young man left them with excitement as he walked down the stairs. Pulling out his fake hair, the golden nature shone with the shimmering light. He sighed as he muttered, "Damn, big bro's influence really rubbed on me."

Jugen pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket with a title on top.

'Lyon's top 100 profanity to provoke or make them puke blood!'

(He even put his signature at the bottom!).