Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao-Chapter 252: Second Round! Mysterious Power

"The matches for the second round have been decided. Let the participants ascend to their fighting stage for the match to commence."

"Failure to ascend the ring within the time limit allowed will be considered as forfeiting the match," the referee announced in a loud, clear voice.

The participants complied, each moving toward their preassigned fighting stage.

Arthur, as calm and collected as ever, ascended his stage with the same leisurely demeanor he had displayed in the first round.

When he reached his platform, he noticed his opponent for this round—a familiar face from the Heavenly Sword Sect. It was none other than Gregor, someone he had defeated to win his core disciple position in the Heavenly Sword Sect back then.

"Interesting. So, you managed to make it to this round," Arthur remarked casually, his tone devoid of any emotion.

Gregor, on the other hand, looked tense. Furrowing his brows, he lowered his head slightly in respect.

"Previously, I had no idea I was speaking to Prince Arthur. Please forgive my earlier bad manners." He even gave a short bow, his tone polite.

Arthur raised an eyebrow, not expecting the once-arrogant young man to act so respectfully.

Still, he nodded approvingly. "It's all in the past. It's normal for the younger generation to be highly competitive."

Gregor sighed in relief. However, Arthur's casual mention of "younger generation" left him momentarily confused.

Wasn't Arthur supposed to be their peer? Yet, the way Arthur spoke sounded far older and more profound, as though he was looking down at them from a higher plane.

Deciding not to dwell on it, Gregor straightened himself.

"Thank you, Prince. But please know, I won't forfeit this match," Gregor said with renewed determination. His voice was firm, and his gaze was resolute.

Arthur shrugged indifferently. "Your choice."

Gregor clenched his fists. The reason for his earlier apology wasn't just fear.

When rumors about Arthur's true identity as the Prince of the Hartfield Empire had spread, there had been some dissatisfaction among certain individuals who were envious or disbelieving.

However, everything had changed when news broke that the heavenly phenomenon that encompassed the entire Southern Continent was caused by Arthur.

That event was a sign of unparalleled potential, something even the most accomplished sect leaders had to respect.

Gregor's master had called him aside not long ago and instructed him to make peace with Arthur should they ever meet again. "You cannot afford to offend someone whose path stretches far beyond our imagination," the master had said.

From the spectator stands, an old Daoist with a long white beard stroked his chin approvingly as he watched Gregor bow to Arthur. "At least the boy understands, some people are best kept as friends and never enemies," he murmured.

The referee's voice interrupted the thoughts of the spectators and participants alike.

"Round 2… Fight!"

Gregor's eyes became sharp. This time, he wouldn't hold back. Summoning all his strength, he made his first move, summoning his martial Spirit for a boost in power.

'Lightning Cloud Eagle!'

A massive eagle formed out of blue lightning appeared behind Gregor. Its screech reverberated through the air, causing the audience to flinch. Gregor wasted no time and followed up with another technique.

'Void Lightning Finger!'

A bolt of lightning condensed on Gregor's fingertip, crackling with dangerous energy. With a sharp motion, he directed the attack toward Arthur at breakneck speed.

Gregor smirked confidently. His attack was fast, deadly, and precise. He was sure Arthur wouldn't escape easily. But as his attack closed in, something felt off.

'It can't be this easy… can it?'

To his shock, just before his attack landed, it twisted in midair as though it had been caught by some invisible force.

The next thing he knew, the lightning bolt was reversing direction—heading straight back at him!

"What?!" Gregor exclaimed.

He tried to regain control of his technique, but it was futile.

The energy refused to obey his commands. Panicked, he attempted to dodge, only to find himself completely immobilized.

'What's happening?! I can't move!'

Fear gripped him as he realized that something—or someone—had locked his essence energy in place, rendering him completely helpless.

His gaze darted toward Arthur, who was standing calmly, his arms behind him, with a detached expression on his face.

That look sent a chill down Gregor's spine. It wasn't arrogance. It wasn't contempt. It was simply indifference—as though Gregor wasn't even worth Arthur's effort.

'This… this is the power of a true genius,' Gregor thought, his fear transforming into a strange sense of awe.

'I might be witnessing the rise of a legend.'

Before he could think further, his own attack slammed into him.

Bang!

The force of the impact sent Gregor flying backward. He landed on his back with a heavy thud, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

That was one of his strongest trump cards. Yet, Arthur had countered it without lifting a finger.

The referee didn't waste time.

"Stage 17 Winner, Number 219!"

Arthur didn't linger on the stage. He turned and walked off as though nothing had happened, returning to his seat quietly.

The audience was stunned into silence for a moment before breaking into loud chatter.

"What just happened?"

"I have no idea. Did he even move?"

"I couldn't see any fluctuations of essence energy. How did he do that?"

"Even the experts look confused. Look at their faces!"

In the spectator stands, Gregor's master frowned deeply. Turning to the elder seated beside him, he asked, "Did you notice anything unusual?"

The elder nodded solemnly. "There was no essence energy fluctuation. None at all. Whatever technique he used, it's beyond my knowledge."

Gregor's master stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Indeed. And it's not just the deflection of the attack. Did you see how Gregor was completely frozen in place? His essence energy was locked down entirely."

The elder sighed. "Such a technique… if it were to become public knowledge, it would cause a bloodbath. Every sect and kingdom would want it for themselves."

Gregor's master nodded.

Meanwhile, other battles on the various stages were still ongoing.

"Stage 23 Winner, Number 12!"

The next victor was none other than Zaith Asura, who had ended his match just as decisively as Arthur.

With a single powerful blow, he had incapacitated his opponent.

The moment the announcement was made, Zaith jumped off the stage and returned to his seat without fanfare.

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More participants began to claim their victories, but it was evident that the second round was far more challenging than the first.

The remaining contestants were all strong, and many of the battles dragged on as fighters struggled to overcome their evenly matched opponents.

In the end, only half of the contestants advanced to the next round. The tension in the air grew heavier as everyone waited for the third round to begin.

Arthur sat quietly, his expression unreadable. Around him, the spectators and participants alike couldn't help but steal glances at him.

The powerful ones in particular eyes him closely as if aiming to see through this youngster.

To them, he was no longer just a competitor. He might have something up his sleeves to surprise even the experts.

But Arthur paid them no mind. His thoughts were elsewhere.

'I'm running out time.'

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