章節 1592: -1573- The strong one
"So strong..."
Watching the entire arena's audience cheering for Rozen, with Josink and the others all lying on the ground, unable to get up again, River couldn't help but let out a groan in the VIP viewing area.
"Indeed, very strong."
Cris nodded seriously.
"He's truly deserving of being the man he is."
Even Emilie couldn't help but marvel.
Although the members of the Korai team were neither Collapse Force users nor possessed High-Grade Mana, putting them at a natural disadvantage against Rozen and the humanoid Armored Beetles, they were by no means weak.
They were elite warriors trained by the Pope's faction specifically to combat Armored Beetles. Each of them was at the level of an S-class Sky Wizard from Mistgun, and Josink was even superior to this. Like Chloe and Noelle, he could compress mana and had developed his own unique battle skills. On top of that, he was very smart, excelling in both close combat and long-range attacks. Among human Sky Wizards, Josink was definitely among the best, perhaps even surpassing the top experts stationed at the front line fortress cities.
Yet, such a person was unable to last even a single move against Rozen and was collectively defeated, which inevitably left a deep impression on everyone.
Only Zeth and Annerose remained unmoved after witnessing this scene.
"As expected."
Having placed humanity's hopes on the line, Annerose wasn't surprised in the slightest by the defeat of the "Korai" team, merely sighing quietly.
"This is reality, Your Holiness." Zeth commented, "Humanity, after all, has its limits. Just as we were before coming to this world, in our original world, we could only use mana. So, we know very well just how vast the gap is between our current level and that of ordinary humans."
Zeth said this plainly.
"Indeed, limits can be surpassed. Rorelai Arneet's High-Grade Mana is proof of that, allowing him to reach a level where he can compete with us. But people like him, across both worlds, and even throughout the combined history of both worlds, are singularly rare."
Throughout the countless years of history between two worlds, only Rozen had reached this level.
"Given that, why should humanity continue to delude itself? Isn't it a better choice to submit to the rule of a greater power?"
Zeth passionately presented his viewpoint.
Annerose merely glanced at Zeth.
"You seem quite pleased with yourself, but I must remind you, you haven't won yet." Annerose said flatly, "Although the Korai team has lost, Mistgun, with that man, may not necessarily lose to your subordinates."
Clearly, Annerose was placing her hopes on Rozen.
However...
"I've already said, no matter how strong Rorelei Arneet is, he's still just one person." Zeth smiled faintly as he gazed into the arena. "With four burdens on his side and fighting in an environment surrounded by spectators, that man surely can't unleash his full power"
Zeth had keenly identified a small but significant weakness in Rozen.
His power was too great.
In Zeth's view, whether it was the army of dragons or the living weapons that appeared at the Wiegert mansion, neither was suitable for use in the current situation.
The former, for obvious reasons—given the limited space of the arena, even if summoned, they couldn't form a large enough legion, greatly reducing their threat.
As for the latter, there was no need to mention it. One casual strike had destroyed the Wiegert mansion and almost caused Vebel to fall from the sky. Using such power in an arena packed with spectators would only result in a catastrophe.
"His power is likely too overwhelming even for a 'Wizard Field' to contain completely, so he'll definitely hold back."
Zeth analyzed calmly.
"In this scenario, with four burdens to protect and facing five Collapse Force users, it's a thankless task."
Given all this, the odds against Rozen weren't non-existent; in fact, they were quite substantial.
"Sometimes, having too much power isn't a good thing."
Zeth smiled coldly.
This was indeed one of Rozen's few weaknesses.
Because his power had grown beyond normal limits, Rozen often couldn't afford to go all out; otherwise, the casualties caused by his actions could far exceed the damage done by the enemy.
In the world of Strike the Blood, even the Primogenitors were mutually restrained by others, simply because there were very few scenarios where they could unleash their full power.
Zeth believed that this might be a point of breakthrough for his side.
However...
"Hearing you say that actually makes me feel relieved."
To Zeth's surprise, Annerose responded with such words.
"Relieved?"
Zeth was taken aback.
Seeing his confusion, Annerose sneered.
"For someone who has always revered power and promoted the idea of the strong ruling over the weak, you now find yourself resorting to all sorts of tactics to limit Rorelei Arneet's strength. Doesn't that mean you've already lost this war?"
Annerose's words struck Zeth like a bolt of lightning, freezing his expression like never before.
Seeing this, Annerose's sneer deepened.
"You're no different now from us humans. We had to rack our brains to find ways to resist your overwhelming power. Now, you're doing everything in your power to fight against Rorelei Arneet."
Zeth, who once stood at an unmatched pinnacle, had lost his former resolve.
He thought back to Rozen's words from earlier.
"If the strong should rule the weak, then...
'I should be the ruler.'
'Because, in this world, no one is stronger than me.'"
Zeth remembered Rozen's bold declaration.
A dark emotion began to swell within him.
Had he really become the weak one?
Was Rorelai Arneet the true strong one?
Was he now no different from the humans who fought against him, desperately struggling against the power gap?
How...
"Enough."
As Zeth was lost in thought, Annerose spoke, as if satisfied with the situation.
"The finals are about to begin."
At this, Zeth reined in his emotions and looked down below.
There, the two teams set to face off in the finals had finally come face to face.
...
The cheers continued to roar, wave after wave, filling the air.
The announcer was also shouting excitedly, keeping the atmosphere lively and electric.
But none of these sounds reached the ears of the participants in the arena.
Because, aside from their opponent, there was no one else in their eyes.
"Finally, I can fight you."
Yamier gazed intently at Rozen, her face showing an excitement she had never displayed before.
As for Gregor and the others, their faces were filled with seriousness, staring at Rozen as if facing a formidable enemy, ready to charge at any moment.
This was a reaction only reserved for facing the greatest of foes.
Yamier and her team undoubtedly saw Rozen as their greatest adversary, whether they were exhilarated or deadly focused.
As a result, Chloe and the others were completely ignored.
"It seems we're not even being regarded."
Chloe said with a mischievous smile.
"It's been quite a while since we've been treated this way."
Kanata likewise smirked.
"They clearly don't see us as a threat, huh?"
Mena spoke calmly.
"In their eyes, the only threat is Senpai."
Yuri's face was tense.
Hearing her teammates' comments, Rozen couldn't help but smirk.
"Yamier Kaiser, huh?"
Rozen met Yamier's fierce and eager gaze and smiled slightly.
"You want to fight me?"
This question naturally prompted an unwavering response.
"Of course." Yamier raised the long sword in her hand, pointing it at Rozen, and said, "Whether it's Lord Zeth or the others, they all sing your praises. Although I don't believe any human can be a match for us, you are clearly an exception."
"Is that so?" Rozen said, half-smiling. "Then what are you going to do?"
What will she do?
Isn't it obvious?
"Defeat you!"
With such decisive words, fiery flames surged from Yamier's body.
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