Chapter 0064: The Battle Begins

The sons of the heads of two of the four major families in the Kingdom of Lutong—the Huang family and theHill family—were about to engage in a battle. As soon as this news spread, the capital of the Kingdom of Lutong was in an uproar, filled with chatter and discussion.

The commoners were too lazy to get involved in matters between these two powerful families, but they were eager to see the spectacle.

When the day of the battle arrived, the palace arena in the capital was packed to capacity. Usually, the palace arena was not open to the public, but this time it was open to all citizens, as long as they had tickets. Of course, the tickets cost two gold coins!

Although two gold coins wasn’t much, it was still a significant amount for some commoners—equivalent to a month’s worth of expenses—which helped prevent the arena from becoming overcrowded. Still, nearly 100,000 seats were fully occupied. The crowd was huge, and the noise was deafening!

That day, the number of guards surrounding the palace arena increased to 20,000, and colorful flags were everywhere, creating a festive and lively atmosphere.

All the nobles in the capital of the Kingdom of Lutong were well aware of the feud between the Huang family and theHill family. So, they all came early to secure good seats. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and they certainly didn’t want to miss it. After all, the battle between the sons of these two families was essentially a competition between their families. To them, such infighting was exactly what they wanted to see.

Before the battle even started, the nobles in the audience began discussing it.

“Who do you think will win—the young Du Fei from the Du family or Huang Long from the Huang family?” asked one noble.

“Definitely Du Fei. He’s a peak-level fourth-tier mage, nearly two levels above a third-tier mage. It’s surprising, though, that Huang Long became a third-tier mage at just six years old and can use all magic styles. No wonder Du Roso is so eager to get rid of him. If I were him, I wouldn’t sit idly by and watch a rival’s genius child grow up,” replied another.

“I heard that Long Ji, the crown prince of the Dragon Speech Empire, is also here,” said another noble, looking around before speaking softly.

“Long Ji, the crown prince of the Dragon Speech Empire? It seems the news is true. I thought the rumor earlier that the Du family’s daughter was going to marry him was false.”

“Of course it’s true. With this battle, King Orell clearly sides with theHill family. It’s obvious to everyone that this is a way to curry favor with the Dragon Speech Empire.”

“I’m afraid the Huang family is in trouble this time.”

“It’s a pity that such a super genius was born into the Huang family.”
“I heard that Archbishop Tai Ruo tried to recruit Huang Long into the Holy War Academy some time ago, but Huang Long refused. If he had agreed back then, with the Light Church’s support, Duros wouldn’t have dared to be so arrogant.”
The nobles started talking about the Light Church again, and then the conversation drifted off.
Similar conversations were taking place in every corner of the venue.
Suddenly, the place gradually quieted down.
On the podium, Oriel, dressed in royal robes, was slowly walking in accompanied by ministers and guards. Huang Xiong, along with Huang Long, followed behind.
Once Oriel entered, all the nobles and commoners present stood up and paid their royal respects.
Then, Oriel stood solemnly on the podium and delivered a long speech, mostly filled with meaningless phrases like “may our country prosper and its people live in peace.” Only toward the end did he mention the tournament, praising Du Fei and Huang Long while outlining the rules.
As Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong had expected, Oriel emphasized that no external forces could be used during the match; otherwise, it would be considered a forfeit.
When mentioning this rule, Oriel glanced at Huang Long intentionally or not—obviously, anyone could tell it was aimed at him.
External forces? Huang Long glanced at Du Fei from theHill family, who was looking at him with a cold smirk.
After finishing his speech, Oriel sat down. Once everyone else sat as well, the tournament host stepped forward and announced loudly, “Alright, now please let the two competitors enter the arena.”
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Du Fei leaped onto the arena with arrogance, his movements graceful, dressed in an intermediate-level magic robe, looking striking.
“Great!” At Duros’ signal, the guards and servants of theHill family applauded and cheered below. Eya, sitting next to Duros, also urged the people of the George family to cheer.
In an instant, the arena was filled with applause.
Du Fei stood on the arena, waving his hands to greet the crowd with utmost nonchalance.
Amidst the applause from theHill family and Eya family, Huang Long slowly walked onto the arena.
When Du Fei saw Huang Long arrive, he stopped and stood a few meters away, sneering, “Little Yellow Bear, I’m going to kill you later. I originally wanted to spare your life, but I’ve changed my mind—I’m going to kill you.” Then, lowering his voice, he added in a tone only the two could hear, “After I go back, I’ll capture your maid and enjoy her slowly.” With that, he let out a lewd sneer.

He seemed to have already imagined the scene of the Yellow Dragon’s maid groaning and begging for mercy under his tyranny.
“Is that so? Then I’ll wait,” Huang Long said, his eyes gleaming.
Seeing the calm, indifferent expression on the young Huang’s face, Du Fei was filled with rage. “Fine!”
“Die!” Du Fei roared viciously, then recited a magic spell: “Wind, hear my plea—rise and tear apart my enemy before me!”
As Du Fei finished the spell, several wind blades formed and rushed toward Huang Long, glowing with a blue light under the sunlight, looking quite formidable.
Huang Long, either terrified or stunned, remained motionless.
The crowd below was in an uproar.
Seeing this, Duros smiled broadly and said to Huang Xiong across from him, “Brother Huang, surely your son isn’t scared silly? If so, if you plead now, perhaps I’ll be kind enough to let my son spare his life.”
Huang Xiong’s face twisted in anger as he glared. “Hmph, it’s too early to talk about such things.”
Though confident in his son, Huang Xiong couldn’t help but grow anxious, and Zhao Rong beside him looked even more worried, her expression urgent.
The wind blades lived up to expectations and finally cut Huang Long apart.
Du Fei laughed heartily. “Little bear of the Huang family, I thought you were so capable. Who would have thought it would end like this? What a disappointment.”
“Is that so?” Suddenly, a calm voice came through. Du Fei was shocked as he saw Huang Long standing unharmed before him, staring at him coldly.
“Huh?” When he looked back at where Huang Long had stood, he was stunned—there was no corpse of Huang Long, mutilated by the wind blades, as he had imagined.
What was going on? A sense of unease flashed through Du Fei.
On the stage, Duros’ smile also froze, and the crowd below was in chaos.