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It also gave him an edge over the others. Before Hendrix could give the command, a thunderous explosion shook the area where the Armstrong team was.

All of their heads snapped toward that direction—something—or someone—was coming. But they didn't seem panicked at all. Instead, under the lead of Hendrix, they started to approach the direction where the loud noises had come from.

'Arrogant bastard, I hope he gets killed,' one of the eldest siblings couldn't help but think in disdain as she shot daggers at Hendrix's back. Of course, she knew this thought was wistful...a fantasy.

Even though they all hated him with a passion, they subconsciously respected his strength. If even they, second-year students of the prestigious Vermilion Royal Academy, couldn't land a single scratch on Hendrix's body, how were others supposed to fare against him?

"Honestly, I don't see any point in us competing in this silly tournament," the firstborn, a tall white-haired youth with gaunt features and hollow eyes, spoke in a barely audible voice that was too low for Hendrix, who was several meters ahead, to hear but loud enough for the others.

"Why don't we watch him?" he added. "After all, Father only brought him here to showcase his strength to the other towns and the nobles from the capital."

"First Brother is right," the third sister, who had a similar appearance to Hendrix, nodded in agreement.

"Or better yet, why don't we break off from him?" the fourth brother suggested, his eyes sparkling like a kid who had just come up with a genius idea.

"What do you mean?" the oldest asked curiously.

Still maintaining his 'genius' aura, the fourth brother rubbed his nose and said, "I say we split up from Fifth Brother, hunt the other teams ourselves, gain merits, and, if possible, snag all the attention from him."

The others' eyes sparkled as they heard this idea.

"This could be a good way to repay that arrogant bastard for all he has done," the third sister spoke with a cruel, vengeful smile.

"Better yet," the eldest smiled as a calculating gleam flickered in his eyes, "we could go after the Cromwell or Landon Barony... After us, they're the favorites. I bet taking them out would raise an uproar outside."

The four siblings nodded their heads and finalized their plans in their minds. Meanwhile, in the distance, Hendrix had finally seen the cause of the loud noise. He found himself staring at a chaotic battlefield filled with deep craters and broken trees strewn all around, with traces of magic lingering in the air.

At a glance, Hendrix could tell a fight had taken place here, and the presence of a group of five people, who appeared unscathed but had low stamina, only confirmed his thought process.

Hendrix's gaze lingered on the group, particularly on the one who seemed to be their leader—a slick-looking blond boy in loose clothing and white gloves. His hair was thick and curly, as if he had used an unhealthy dose of hair gel. The youth's eyes flashed sharply as he noticed Hendrix's presence... After all, Hendrix had visited his town five years ago and completely bested everyone there.

Because the other siblings had decided to stay back and watch, Hendrix was all alone.

Realizing this, a smirk slowly rose on the blond youth's face—his name was Leon. "Well, well... If it isn't the pride of the Armstrong household," Leon said slowly, his voice carrying a hint of mockery as he slammed his fists together, causing the air to vibrate slightly from the sheer force of the clash.

As Leon stepped forward, his teammates slowly surrounded Hendrix from all sides, a predatory gleam in their eyes. They summoned their weapons, which hummed with life as if announcing their presence.

"You know a little secret?" Leon's voice boomed throughout the surroundings as he slammed his arms together again, and blue energy rippled out from the point of impact. "Everyone believes either you or that no-name Nox brat will win this summit, but I'll prove to everyone how wrong they are!"

"Attack!" Leon shouted at the top of his voice, and everyone simultaneously exploded forward, weapons at the ready. Leon, being a martial artist, wielded his fists as sharp and powerful as swords.

As he drew closer, Leon's handsome face twisted as he shouted, the vibrations from his gloves intensifying as arcs of faint energy rippled outward. "You remember what happened the last time you came to my town, don't you?" Leon sneered. "You walked away without a scratch, humiliating everyone. But today's different!"

As he closed the final distance, he slammed his fists together once more, causing a sharp crack that echoed through the clearing. He unleashed a powerful punch that rippled through the air. "This time, you're not getting out of here unscathed."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the tournament favorite has finally made his move!" Klein's voice reverberated through the surroundings, causing the audience to stand on the edge of their seats. They were eager to see what the tournament favorite was capable of.

After witnessing Nox's overwhelming power, they were now eager to see Hendrix's and compare the two. Nathan, Zarek, and Bridget stared intensely at the screen, not wanting to miss a single detail.

Naturally, Hendrix was also on Bridget's radar, but since his enrollment in the Vermilion Royal Academy was already predetermined, she didn't pursue him much and focused on poaching Nox instead. But now that she had witnessed Nox's power, the vice principal couldn't wait to see what Hendrix was capable of. Her eyes practically shone with excitement.

Back in the mysterious realm, Hendrix remained motionless. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted Leon's teammates unleashing their various skills on him, yet not even a trace of fear could be found beneath his mask. This team was strong—strong enough to force another group to retreat in defeat. But there was one critical flaw.

They thought numbers would save them.

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