MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

In the delegate area, a silence, as profound and thunderous as a storm's climax, descended upon everything.

No being stirred.

No gaze faltered.

The air itself seemed to freeze, as if all were rendered motionless in awe.

The shock was so overwhelming that words could not escape their lips.

One single word reverberated within the minds of the delegates, echoing through the very fabric of their thoughts.

'Impossible'

They could not reconcile what their senses told them.

Their eyes, their ears, they simply refused to accept what was before them.

At first, the delegates were struck with astonishment, a mere goblin, one of the weakest races in the galaxy, had somehow ascended to the Transcendent Rank.

Such a feat was not just rare; it was nothing short of an anomaly.

Even the most ancient of beings present here had never witnessed such an occurrence.

Then, to their utter disbelief, the goblin went even further, unveiling a Sword Intent.

Aura, while formidable, was somewhat predictable.

Upon reaching the S rank, even those lacking exceptional talent had a high chance of manifesting it.

Even monsters and beasts, could wield Aura with relative ease.

But Intent, Intent was an entirely different realm of mastery.

Its existence was reserved for those who had transcended the very limits of their craft, a rarity that defied understanding.

Intent, an ethereal force that transcended the boundaries of mere technique, was the crystallization of one's deepest will, forged through endless struggle and unyielding resolve.

It surpassed the physical realm, reshaping reality itself in alignment with the wielder's understanding and mastery.

Sword Intent, in its purest form, was the embodiment of slaughter, precision, and dominion, a relentless force that cleaved through existence with cold, unwavering intent, showing no mercy nor hesitation.

While lesser warriors relied on steel, true masters commanded their will, each stroke of the blade infused with an essence that defied comprehension.

To stand before such an intent was to behold inevitability itself: a blade unseen yet omnipresent, wielding silent authority and dictating the battlefield with a power that needed no voice to be heard.

Yet, a goblin at the Transcendent Rank, a mere summon, wielded such a force.

The delegates had barely begun to process the sheer impossibility of what they had just witnessed when another shadowy summon, equally as formidable, revealed its own Sword Intent.

The display of Transcendent power within the Starborn Tournament was already beyond the limits of their comprehension.

However, the delegates could still find some semblance of solace in the fact that these were summons, creatures whose existence might span ages, their true nature and origins a mystery.

How many millennia had they endured, and what untold mastery had they accumulated over time?

This was a thought they could cling to, at least for the moment.

Then, as if the world itself had sensed their thoughts, the scene before their eyes transformed once more.

Two humans, displaying unfathomable abilities at the Transcendent Rank, entered the fray.

The speed, the strength, the sheer experience they exhibited, it was all beyond belief.

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Yet, here they stood, both defying all logic and shattering every preconceived notion with each swing of their blades.

One wielded their Talent alone, pushing the boundaries of possibility.

The other, however, wielded not only their Talent but something more, a cheat, an unseen advantage that bent reality itself to their will.

Before the delegates could even begin to process the enormity of what they had just witnessed, the impossible unfolded once again.

Sword Intent, but this time, it did not emanate from the summons.

It came from the human champions.

To witness two humans wield such a force at such a young age was an affront to the very essence of their own talents.

It made their centuries of experience seem insignificant, their own mastery almost laughable in comparison.

If only they knew the truth, that these two humans were not merely talented; they were cheating, wielding an unnatural advantage that defied the very foundation of their understanding.

The delegates from the Blue Planet sat frozen, unable to tear their eyes away from the spectacle before them.

Iserion, Baldor, Gorath, Aurelius, none of them could fathom what they were witnessing.

Anthony, a human, was not only displaying Transcendental abilities but had also drawn forth Sword Intent.

From the very beginning, during the Bloodbath, they had known there was something extraordinary about Anthony.

He had held back in his fight against their planet's champion, yet now, here he was, unveiling an even more unfathomable display of power.

Their thoughts spiraled back to Collins and Michael's ominous words earlier, just before they had left their planet.

And now, as their gazes shifted toward the Null family, an unsettling realization began to settle within them.

Normally, the Null family would remain expressionless, their true thoughts and emotions concealed behind the cold, stoic masks they had perfected over the centuries.

But in the presence of the Sword Intent, even their composure crumbled.

Michael's face split into a mad grin, the kind that betrayed his mind racing with anticipation.

He was already strategizing, thinking of ways to spar with his 'monster' of a child.

Mitchelle, ever the protective mother, who would have normally shielded Anthony from any danger, couldn't suppress a smile.

She cheered him on, urging him to wreak even more havoc.

Even Collins, the ever calm, unyielding man, who had kept his eyes closed throughout most of the proceedings, snapped them open the moment Glug wielded Sword Intent.

And then it struck the delegates from every planet like a thunderclap, that human.

He was seventeen.

A seventeen year old, a mere child, was wielding Sword Intent.

Their gazes shifted, now fixed upon the delegates of the Blue Planet, each one quietly plotting how to claim such unfathomable talent for their own.

Some didn't hesitate.

Power, after all, was absolute.

They flared their auras, attempting to intimidate and pressurize the Blue Planet's delegates.

But the delegates, caught in the euphoria of the moment, didn't even spare them a glance.

They were too ecstatic, too consumed by the sheer magnitude of what they had just witnessed to care about anything else.

But the same could not be said for the delegates from Charles' planet.

The moment the Sword Intent was revealed, the delegates from Charles' planet began to tremble, their bodies wracked with fear.

They knew, with a chilling certainty, that after the Starborn Tournament concluded, they would be under immense pressure from other planets and stronger races to surrender Charles to them.

Such a prodigious genius could not be allowed to slip through their fingers.

Gritting their teeth in frustration and helplessness, the delegates scrambled for any possible way to escape the inevitable demands and consequences awaiting them.

They had never expected anything from Charles.

Not even a place in the top ten had been within their hopes.

Their sole purpose for attending the tournament had been to show their face, perhaps forge an alliance with other human planets, nothing more.

Yet, as fate would have it, the outcome had taken an entirely different turn.