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70 Chapter 1370 A Generation of Young Elites Finished The tournament grounds of the Martial Arts Tournament of Mount Netheris and spectator areas of Mount Netheris strictly prohibited the use of flying exotic beasts.

There were no exceptions–regardless of status.

Even the chief guardians of the major syndicates had to proceed on foot.

By 8 a.m., the mountain peak swarmed with elite fighters from the Netheris Syndicate and minor sects Ke the Black Faith Order.

Each young elite carried an aura of indomitable pride, their gazes sweeping dismissively over the crowds.

“Look–the one leading the procession! That’s Vania, Grandmaster of the First Syndicate! She was the first among our generation to break through to the Grandmaster realm!”

“Not only is Grandmaster Somerland peerlessly skilled, but her beauty rivals the heavens!”

Daphne followed the pointing fingers to a jade–skinned woman in azure robes, so exquisite she seemed carved from moonlight.

“I thought they claimed such looks were ‘ugly‘?” Daphne muttered.

“How does Vania qualify as a peerless beauty then?”

Arthur whispered, “Dad said noble houses use different standards.”

“Vania’s father is a Cardinal under the High Pontiff–so she’s judged by aristocratic metrics.

“Every year at the Martial Arts Tournament at Mount Netheris, the tournament finalists receives noble status from the High Pontiff himself.

“Once ennobled, they adopt elite privileges… including redefined beauty norms.”

Robin snorted. “What a cesspit–even appearances get rankings. This is ridiculous!

“The commoners here must be brainwashed to accept such nonsense.”

While they were throwing shades, another elite arrived.

The newcomer was built like a bear, broad–shouldered and rugged.

He had a thick beard covering his face. He was as fierce and imposing as a legendary warrior.

It was Frederick, the Second Syndicate’s Peak Grandmaster.

Following closely behind were Cecily Wentz, High–tier Grandmaster of the Fourth Syndicate; Reiss Ave, High–tier Grandmaster of the Fifth Syndicate; Aurelia Rein, Peak Grandmaster of the Sixth Syndicate; Bexley Brine, High–tier Grandmaster of the Seventh Syndicate; and Gerard Lugie, Peak Grandmaster of the Eighth Syndicate.

As Hacyon took in this gathering of elites, the usual frost in her eyes melted into reluctant reverence.

Among the Netheris Syndicates‘ rising generation, her cultivation was the weakest.

08:07 Sat, 31 May AO Chapter 1370 A Generation of Young Elites It was not for lack of effort, but because of her origins.

必号:92%合 Finished While others in the syndicate’s martial academies began combat training immediately, Hacyon had been forced to dual–track.

Her father, former Archmage of the Lightborn Sect, had ensured her curriculum included the Dark Syndicate’s indoctrination courses–mandatory for all commoners of the Netheris Domain.

For the first three years, all her time was spent studying doctrine.

Only in the remaining seven years of seclusion could she begin martial arts training.

And even after, doctrine exams recurred annually, stealing time from cultivation.

The eight elites before her had all surpassed the Grandmaster tier.

Hacyon knew she’d worked twice as hard. Yet here she stood–a mere First–rank Master.

The weight of inferiority pressed down as the elites gathered.

Arthur noticed his sister’s clenched fists and whispered, “You’re stronger than them. Dad said you were able to learn martial arts cultivation in half the training time.

“In such a short time frame, you’d reached the level of First–rank Master. That shows your talent is far greater than theirs.

“With one more year, you could surpass them all–win the tournament!”

A flicker of pain crossed Hacyon’s face.

She managed to force a smile upon seeing her brother’s warm smile.

“They had resources I’ll never touch. I can never reach their heights.

“They only needed years to First–rank Grandmaster–it took me ten.

“Arthur, do you know why?”

Arthur shook his head.

“They have the advantage of the Bloodshade Fruit something we can never hope to obtain.” Hacyon’s voice turned brittle.

“Without it, even if I trained for decades, the highest I could reach would be Peak Master. I’ll never enter the Grandmaster realm in this lifetime–let alone touch the perfected state of a Warlord.

“But him?” She gestured toward the gathering elites. “He was fed Bloodshade Fruit from age one. He was trained personally by Warlords and Archmages. Now, at our age, he’s already at the Peak Warlord tier.

“With our background, how could we compare?”

Her voice dripped with resentment–not just at her limitations, but at the system that them.

Everyone knew exactly which Peak Warlord she meant.

‘ Crown Prince the tenth son of the High Pontiff of the Dark Syndicate:

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08:07 Sat, 31 May Chapter 1370 A Generation of Young Elites He was also the future successor to the High Pontiff.

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Finished After this tournament, he would assume the position of High Priest at the Dark Syndicate’s headquarters.

Alessia had dominated the Mount Netheris Martial Arts Tournament since age ten–undefeated champion for eight straight years.

He was unrivaled and undisputed for those eight years.

He was the strongest of Netheris‘ younger generation.

Arthur thought for a moment. “Hacyon, their power comes mostly from Bloodshade Fruit enhancement. It’s artificial–unstable. If you could get some too … perhaps, you might be able to compete with them.”

Hacyon ruffled his hair with a tired smile. “You’ve never seen Alessia in action. The power of someone beyond the Grandmaster level is terrifying.

“Legend has it that last year, the High Pontiff ordered the Third Syndicate’s Four Warlords to fight Alessia at full strength.

“He matched them. He even gained the upper hand..

“In all of Netheris, only the High Pontiff, the nine Sub–Pontiffs, and the chief guardian surpass him now.”

Robin let out a soft chuckle.

Hacyon’s eyes flashed. “I’ve been wondering this whole journey–how can someone as weak as you dare mock true power?

“Let me warn you again: one more reckless provocation toward Grandmasters like Jaxon, and I won’t shield you again!”

Daphne smirked. “You’re comparing fireflies to the sun.”

“You-! Such arrogance!” Hacyon’s fists trembled.

“Arthur, stay away from them! Their stupidity will get you killed!”

She glanced at Robin’s indifferent expression and shook her head.

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Robin beckoned Arthur closer. “Come, I’ll teach you how to defeat most of these so–called ‘elites.”

“Pfft!” Hacyon didn’t even turn back. Her brother was a mere Peak Warrior–no match for even the Netheris Syndicate fighter.

“Just keep quiet before you invite disaster,” she called over her shoulder, marching toward the summit.

Arthur lingered, eyes bright with curiosity as he whispered, “Mr. Ramsey … can you really do that?”

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