Chapter 210: The Acclamation Of The Champion

The deafening roar echoing across the grand arena of the Supreme Blessed Tournament did not fade.

If anything, with every passing second, it grew in volume, rising into a terrifying, thunderous wave of sound that shook the massive stone pillars supporting the outer stadium.

The sound was not just cheering, it was the sound of stone vibrating, of metal railings shaking, of thousands of feet stamping at once. The air itself was trembling.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators were on their feet, their hands clapping until their palms burned red, their throats hoarse as they chanted a single name over and over again into the open air. They did not get tired. Their voices cracked but they kept shouting.

"LYNX! LYNX! LYNX! LYNX!"

The chant rolled across the arena like thunder. It echoed off the walls and came back louder.

In the central ring, surrounded by shattered granite slabs, deep impact craters, and the motionless, battered bodies of twenty two Void Blessed Academy representatives, Lynx Azarion stood completely untroubled.

The battlefield was ruined. Craters were five meters deep. Granite that was supposed to be unbreakable was broken into dust. The twenty two elite fighters of Void were on the ground, unconscious, their uniforms torn, their weapons broken. Some had blood on their faces.

Lynx stood in the middle. His pristine Aether Blessed Academy uniform did not carry a single trace of dirt or blood. It was still clean and dark. His boots were clean.

His heterochromatic blue and silver eyes glinted with effortless, supreme confidence as he lazily swept his gaze across the roaring stands. He looked like he had just woken up from a nap.

Suddenly, the heavy reinforced barriers guarding the entrance ramp dropped with a resounding bang. The sound was loud like a cannon.

A massive wave of people surged onto the field, unable to restrain their excitement a second longer. Leading the charge were the faculty members of Aether Blessed Academy.

The professors Jace, Professor Selene, Professor Henry, and Professor Mira were running down the steps alongside dozens of upper year students, their faces flushed with absolute, unadulterated joy. They were shouting his name.

"YOU MAD BASTARD!" Professor Jace roared, his booming laugh carrying over the crowd as he reached Lynx first, slamming a heavy hand against Lynx’s shoulder.

"TWENTY TWO TO ONE! YOU ACTUALLY WIPED OUT THEIR ENTIRE TEAM IN A SINGLE MATCH! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE? NO ONE IN HISTORY HAS DONE THIS!"

"I told you all not to doubt him," Professor Rose murmured smoothly as she gracefully stepped past Jace.

Her elegant coat fluttered in the stadium wind, her crimson eyes locked onto Lynx with an intense, smoldering warmth.

A delicate, breathtaking smile curved her lips upward as she whispered softly under her breath, so only Lynx could hear, "That’s my baby. My champion."

Behind the professors, the entire contingent of Aether students flooded the center stage. They pushed each other to get closer to Lynx. They wanted to touch his uniform, to shake his hand.

Up in the highest tier of the spectator section, the voices of Isabel, Amira, Eira, and Emily rang out louder than anyone else’s. They were standing on their seats.

"THAT’S MY BOY! THAT’S LYNX AZARION!" Isabel screamed at the top of her lungs, grabbing the shoulder of a random, baffled noble sitting next to her and shaking him vigorously. Her eyes were wet with pride. "DO YOU SEE HIM?! HE BELONGS TO MY FAMILY! HE IS MY BABY BOY! HE IS THE STRONGEST!"

"HE CRUSHED THEM ALL!" Emily yelled, jumping up and down alongside Eira, both of their faces bright red from pure thrill. Eira was screaming until her voice broke.

Down on the stage, the five Year 1 students who got eliminated in Phase one. Who had watched the rest of the phases from the sidelines stood a few paces back, their eyes wide and shining with raw, pure devotion.

Their hands were shaking. To them, Lynx was no longer merely a senior or a talented peer he was an immortal idol, a living deity whose shadow they could only hope to gaze upon from afar. One of them whispered, "We will never reach him."

From the medical enclosure, four beautiful figures slowly walked out onto the stone floor. Ophelia had a light bandage wrapped around her ribs, her face pale but determined.

Lira leaned slightly on Kira’s shoulder, her legs still weak from her battle. And Ava’s pale skin was still regaining its natural color after her brutal clash with Kimberly.

Yet despite their lingering fatigue and minor injuries, none of them stayed back. They walked straight toward Lynx.

The moment Lynx turned his head toward them, the four girls moved straight into his space. They did not look at anyone else.

Without a single word of hesitation or care for the hundreds of thousands of eyes locked onto him, Lynx reached out, pulling Ophelia into his arm and pressing his lips firmly against hers.

The stadium screamed louder. Ophelia’s breath hitched, her pale cheeks flushing a deep, radiant crimson, but she didn’t pull away, she wrapped her arms around his waist, melting into his warmth. She closed her eyes.

Lynx pulled back with a smooth smirk and turned directly to Lira, drawing her close for a deep, passionate kiss that left her trembling in his grip.

Her hands grabbed his shirt. He then leaned down to Ava, capturing her lips with tender, protective heat, his hand on her cheek, before moving to Kira, who eagerly met his lips with a soft, breathy sigh. She made a small sound.

"You girls did amazing out there," Lynx murmured smoothly against Kira’s ear, his voice rich and deep. Only they could hear it. "I just finished the cleanup. You already weakened them for me."

"You... you completely destroyed them," Ava whispered, her cheeks burning bright red as she held onto his forearm.

Completely unbothered by the fact that the entire empire was watching them embrace on live broadcast crystal feeds. Millions of people across the empire were watching on screens.

To the side, Eleanor Haleborn and her elite squad of fourth year enforcers stood observing the chaotic, joyful scene.

Eleanor offered Lynx a bright, breathtaking smile, her striking purple eyes gleaming with genuine respect.

Beside her, Layla Solara let out an amused chuckle, her fiery red eyes scanning Lynx’s spotless uniform, while Rhea Dawnwhisper and Iris Nightglow exchanged quiet, astonished glances.

They were the strongest girls in Year 4 and the entering Aether Blessed Academy, but now they looked small next to him.

Lynx caught Eleanor’s eye, leaning back against his heels with a lazy, teasing grin. "So, Eleanor... I think I remember a very specific deal. Twenty two Void fighters down, trophy secured. That means you and your entire squad owe me a proper night out. You promised me in front of everyone."

Eleanor’s cheeks flushed with a delicate touch of pink, but her royal composure remained completely intact. She let out a soft, musical laugh, shaking her head. "Not here, Lynx. We can discuss the details of your little reward once we return to the quarters. This is not the place."

"Oh, there’s nothing to discuss," Lynx chuckled smoothly, his heterochromatic eyes openly appreciating her curves before shifting to Nadia’s massive, flared hips. He did not hide his gaze. "I’m definitely taking every single one of you out tonight. All of you. I want a full night."

Nadia Goldspire crossed her arms over her heavy bust, turning her head away with a sharp huff, though the faint redness dusting her dark skin betrayed her composure. "Scoff... keep dreaming, Azarion. You think you can handle us?"

"We’ll see about that," Layla Solara teased softly, a playful smile resting on her lips as she glanced at Nadia. "He already handled twenty two Void elites. I think five girls is easy for him."

Standing just a few steps away from the squad was Raven. The dark haired, fierce beauty stood quietly with her arms crossed, her sharp eyes fixed on Lynx’s relaxed posture. Her face was cold.

He managed to control five High Rank affinities without showing a single drop of mental strain, Raven thought to herself, her jaw tightening slightly.

That’s impossible. No Blessed brain can do that. Especially at our Age. He’s a monster. If I want to reach the next realm of combat mastery, I need to observe him closely... I need to get close to him.

I need to learn his breathing pattern, his footwork, his Affinity compression, his mana control. She convinced herself that her desire to stay near Lynx was purely for martial growth, completely ignoring the way her heart beat faster whenever his gaze swept past her.

A few meters back, the other Year 4s elite section stood in stunned silence. Julian, the former ’King’ of the academy, stood frozen alongside his usual circle of arrogant goons.

His goons had their mouths wide open, unable to utter a single word of slander or doubt. Their faces were white.

Julian’s face was pale, his hands clenched tightly inside his coat pockets. He looked at Lynx, at the divine presence he radiated, at the devotion of the girls surrounding him, at the respect he commanded from the faculty. He felt small for the first time in his life.

Slowly, reluctantly, Julian offered a single, quiet nod of acknowledgement toward Lynx. It was not friendly. It was surrender. It was him saying you are above me.

Lynx caught the gesture, offering a casual, indifferent nod in return before completely dismissing Julian’s existence and turning back to his girls. Julian was already forgotten.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" the voice of the Tournament Chief Official boomed through the grand stadium speakers, attempting to restore order over the roaring crowd.

His voice was loud but shaky. He was sweating. "WE NOW PROCEED TO THE OFFICIAL CLOSING AND VICTORY CEREMONY OF THE SUPREME BLESSED TOURNAMENT!"

A massive, floating platform made of white marble was coming down slowly from the sky. It came from the skybox tier... that is the highest seats in the stadium where headmasters, officials, and very important guests sit.

The platform was floating with someone wind affinity. It made no sound. It was very heavy and big, like a small house.

It moved down slowly, slowly, until it stopped right at the edge of the central ring, the main fighting stage where Lynx had just finished his battle.

On top of that floating marble platform, there was a small altar. The altar was made of shiny silver and it had fine carvings on it.

On top of the silver altar, there was a huge trophy. The trophy was made of clear crystal but it was glowing with bright golden light.