Chapter 25: Start Of The Showdown

The six supreme clans were not the six supreme without a reason. Each of the clans had a trace of the sacred race lineage in their bloodline, hence the reason why they were stronger, more powerful, magically inclined, and darker than the other races.

The devil, demon, and vampire race for instant had traces with the netherwinian race, while the eagle race had traces to the phoenixia race. The werewolves had traces with the lightixia and phoenixia races, while the serpents had traces to the draconian race.

But these races' sacred race linage bloodline was so thin that if the other races worked together, it would not be difficult for them to bring one supreme clan down and replace it. However, the six clans auras acted as strong deterrence for the lesser races for them to attempt such a feat.

It was suspected that the Werewolf clan's double sacred race lineage had something to do with their inability to beget daughters from their mates and might be the major reason as to why they could not reproduce with mates that carried the werewolf gene in their bloodline.

As such, they were more powerful than the other races in terms of individual strength, however, the heavens evened out the scores by making it difficult for them to reproduce and increase their population.

As the ice night passed and morning arrived, indicated by the warm temperature, the races in the competition gathered together in the blood arenas for the final showdown.

A night of rest combined with their extraordinary regenerative abilities washed away all the exhaustion and healed all the wounds from the previous battle, making them energetic and in perfect condition to start the next battle of rankings.

After the participants settled down, the witches started their announcement in uniform voices.

"Everyone, settle down. We will start the next match in a few moments. But first, immediately effective, all races that lost in the previous battle will now be labeled as tribes and their leaders addressed as sires. They will work as slaves under the control of the leaders of the battle arenas they lost in.

They will have no wills of their own and if any one individual of that race resists the order and will of their masters, their entire race will be wiped out without exception or exemption. Their slave status will remain in effect until the next decade's Battle of Wars. That is set, and that shall be!" The witches finished in a boom that echoed through the whole stadium.

"That is set, and that shall be!" All the other races followed in unison, chanting after them.

The races that were defeated in the previous exchange sat under the arenas, awaiting the final outcome of the Battle of Might.

Now that they were out of the competition, they did not feel much of anything. Their position on the food chain for the next decade was set and there was nothing that they could do to change it.

"Now, all participants should get ready for the next battle. In this battle, every single member from each clan who will be taking part will have to fight an opponent or they will be immediately disqualified. In this match, only two races from each stage can proceed to the Battle of Wit." The witches looked at the participants on each stage as they announced the rules.

After confirming all participants were present, they looked towards the six clans leaders.

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The leaders all stood up and in unison put their hands up. Immediately, the dull sky brightened with lightning and thunder as the shields that were deactivated reappeared again. Crackling, they took root on the ground and flashed briefly before solidifying and vanishing.

With the shields down, the battles could be viewed in greater quality and detail while preventing any interference from the outside.

"Good luck to all participants. And remember that you are all representing your races. Show your might, and may the mightiest be the victorious." The supreme elder of the Bloodsucking clan, Luke gazed at the serpent girl as he said that.

After the previous defeat, he could not help hoping for the serpent girl to make it to the Battle of Kings. Then he would be able to get his revenge sooner rather than later. But considering her age, he felt that she would not be able to get that far. After all, the last time they clashed, she had the element of surprise and little tricks that he was not expecting.

However, the battles taking place here were a do-or-die deal, and there was not a chance that she could escape with her tricks when the shields were down like she did the last time.

"Show your might, and may the mightiest be the victorious!" The races chorused as they stomped their feet.

King Ramose also watched the serpent girl with anticipative eyes. But unlike the supreme elder Luke, he was not worried about her not being able to make it to the Battle of Wit. He was absolutely certain that she would make it.

He had seen the girl's capabilities for himself 18 years ago and he had no doubt that she would have only grown stronger since then. Not weaker.

Sadly, King Ramose was not aware of Versailles' rebirth. Because of her rebirth, Versailles had to train her body from scratch and make it adapt to her serpentine powers slowly to prevent any future backlashes. As such, even though her survival skills were unrivaled, she still needed a bit of time before she could reach the level of kings.

This was also one of the reasons she took part in the Battle of Wars. She wanted to use the battles to speed up the recovery of her powers and make her body adjust to her shifting between her human and serpentine forms.

"Let the second battle begin!" King Ramose shifted his gaze from the girl back to the Werewolf clan battle stage before hollering in his thunderous voice.

"Yes!" The spectators who came to watch screamed loudly, while the previous participants just looked on with hallowed eyes. They personally learned in the past few days how difficult it was to secure a position in the top rankings. Thinking of their own future, they felt immeasurable despair and hopelessness, as if it was an endless abyss swallowing their dreams and hopes.

With the cheer, the participants' eyes glowed with power and excitement as they took the stage.

The clash among the strong was finally beginning.

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