Level Up Legacy Chapter 1384 Two Madmen

Chapter 1384 Two Madmen

The remaining thirty-nine members decided to create a temporary truce between them to confirm the news. A small party of elites would be formed to verify the existence of these monsters, their numbers, and overall strength.

Lucien was happy to see that most members, although not trusting each other, trusted Arthur's ability to stop any infighting. Most of them had already heard how Arthur defeated a calamity with a wave of his hand.

Anyone who witnessed Arthur in person would know that he was stronger than the empyreans sitting around the table. His powers were not of abundance but of quality. The immense pressure he emitted just by sitting inside the conference room was enough of a deterrent.

"Is there anyone here who has more questions?" Lucien asked as he looked around the table. Most remained silent, but one man rose from his seat.

"How can we help you, Alvan King?"

"Allies in Alva are chosen based on strength," said the draconic man as his beast-like eyes turned toward Arthur. "I heard a lot about you, Seika of Living Beings."

"That name is rather outdated," Arthur answered with a smile. "What did you hear?" "Enough to tell me that you are bound for greatness," the Alvan King said with all honesty. "I want to see the strength that killed calamities with my own eyes. I'm sure that everyone here wants to be rea.s.sured about the man we are trusting to keep the peace."

"A matter like this cannot be solved with violence," Lucien said with a frown as he rose as well. "We are here to-"

"We cannot change their desire for rea.s.surance, dear friend," Arthur said with a smile as he rose. "Those who wish to witness my powers can come outside."

Arthur led the way to leave the conference room, and Lucien stood silent. The Alvan King followed after Arthur, and the rest of the crowd walked out as well. The guards and carriages waiting outside were confused to see the rulers leaving the conference room together.

The dome-shaped structure was built inside one of the vast plains, surrounded by mountains. As the group arrived outside, a small crowd gathered around. It consisted mainly of guards, journalists, and the rulers' entourage.

Once the rulers arrived, the journalists began shouting questions while the guards held them back. Everyone wanted to know the fate of this peace treaty, but the rulers and guild masters provided no answers.

"Who are they following? Who is that?" asked one of the journalists with confusion.

The rest looked at him like he was an idiot for not recognizing Arthur Netherborne, the unofficial strongest man in the world.

The man in question stopped and turned toward the thirty-eight members of the conference. His arms hung at his sides as he stared at them with a smile.

"How do you wish to do this? You can attack me at once if you desire," Arthur said with as much respect as he could. The rulers and guild masters looked at each other with lost expressions.

"I should be enough," said the Alvan King as he advanced. The draconic man was at least three meters tall, standing out like a sore thumb. His scaled skin and claws did not make it any better. His appearance terrified the human journalists.

"Go ahead and attack me with your strongest attack," Arthur said while raising his hand. "I won't return it."

"I doubt there would be anything left of you to return," the Alvan King said with a smile. "I don't doubt your strength, but no one is invincible."

"I disagree," Arthur said with a smile. "Even if the entire world attacks me, no harm would befall me."

"An overbearing statement like that makes me think that you are either a fool... or a G.o.d walking amongst men. I, Ryvhal Veyrskar, shall see for myself!"

Ryvhal raised his draconic hand, and a small blue dot of light appeared. The small dot seemed harmless and held no might until the Alvan King directed it toward one of the mountains in the distance. The dot exploded into a beam that struck the distant mountain just a second later. The crowd stood terrified as the mountain exploded before their eyes, and then the sound reached their ears.

BOOM!

The entire world shook as the mountain exploded into countless pieces. A single attack from the draconic demi-human destroyed the mountain as if it never existed. Countless meteors fell from the sky, destroying the landscape.

A giant piece of the meteor came toward them. Chaos ensued as the crowd began running away from the scene, fearing the incoming destruction. However, Arthur Netherborne then moved.

Arthur did no grand gestures and merely raised his hand toward the meteor. A rune appeared in his hand, overbearing in might and power, as he directed it toward the city-sized meteor.

"Obliterate," muttered Arthur with a smile. The rune exploded with mystic power that turned the giant meteor into nothingness. The crowd stood in confusion as embers flew with the wind. Arthur then lowered his hand and looked at Ryvhal.

"Is that your strongest attack?"

The Alvan King stood rooted in place, the words belittling his mighty display of destruction. However, he quickly realized that Arthur was sincere in his question, as shown by his face. Ryvhal nodded, and Arthur lowered his hand.

"Then direct it toward me."

The crowd erupted into confused shouts, as such an attack would kill them all. However, Ryvhal looked at Arthur for just a second and knew he was serious. I le raised his draconic hand, and the small dot of destruction appeared again.

"Is the Alvan King planning on killing everyone here?!" shouted one of the journalists as he turned around to flee. "These men are insane! We have to flee for our lives!"

Everyone shared the same mindset as they realized they were witnessing the fight of madmen. Even the rulers and guild masters grew apprehensive, some of them using items or abilities to create s.h.i.+elds to protect themselves.

"I don't know if you have lost your mind or simply overestimate yourself," Ryvhal said with a grin. "But I admit that you have some big f.u.c.king b.a.l.l.s."

The draconic man swung his hand and unleashed his attack. The same destruction ensued as the beam traveled toward Arthur. The heat made the ground melt as it cut the distance between them. In response, Arthur smiled.