Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer-Novel

For the next three days, Sam didn’t do much, he went to the staff dining room for the meal along with Arman.

They keenly heard as much information as they could and Sam also noticed that his hearing has improved since the Raiju bloodline.

He wasn’t able to notice it, but now that he compared it with Arman’s hearing in this particular situation, he clearly understood the enhancement level.

The bloodlines of the beasts brought these enhancements, but they are not too significant at his level, maybe once he crossed the Consummate realm, he might be able to see what kind of significant changes his senses had.

As for now, he couldn’t find any really valuable information that could make his work a lot easier, all he heard are the bitching and whining of the staff towards the supervisors and occasionally something related to fighters and their performances.

For these days, Sam was the main conversation topic. Except for last day before the fight, he heard some interesting names and got some information regarding his position.

From all the information he compiled, he knew that he is in the imperial capital of an empire. And there are five main noble families and some minor nobilities in the city. The five major noble families each as a Duke in their court.

As for the ministers and other officials, they are either someone with no other noble family background and climbed the ranks as commoners or they are from the minor families.

That was it.

And from what he heard, many people are coming to see the fight tomorrow and most of them are scions of the noble households and even the last prince of the empire.

He also learned that the boss of the Arena whose name is Rana is also a scion of one of the five Dukes.

He doesn’t know if the empire itself only has five Dukes, but five of them are housed in the capital and their scions are coming here. Even though, there is no real big-shot. This is a start.

Sam could use this as a chance. Even though, the Arena wanted to invite the real top dogs, it has been a problem because an Iron Level fighter challenging the rest of the Iron Level is not such a big deal for them and Rana doesn’t have that much of a standing to invite them directly.

But once Sam impressed these scions enough and the information, they carry about him to their fathers, then they would definitely be intrigued and if Sam planned another crazy thing just like this, then he would have more information.

Anyway, with this the next meal would be more informative as once the scions come and enter the arena, talks about them would inevitably happen.

Next day.

Sam went to the Arena early in the morning.

Arman was already promoted to Bronze Level and he is taking this one-day break.

The attendance of the audience was the highest that has ever been and the VIP section was finally full in a long time with the real VIP’s.

The ticket charge also increased a lot and there is a lot of income.

Sam is fighting twenty members today. So, not only did they charge for twenty fights, they even charged double the usual amount.

When Sam entered the stage, he saw a lot of faces and among them in the front rows, where the VIPs took seats, he saw two familiar faces. One of them is the young master he saw at the city gates and the other one is the Old Naga man who captured Sam.

Apart from that, he also saw other Naga scions in other VIP seats similarly with the body guards. The scions included six young men including the familiar young master and three young women.

All of them have similar scales and the purple shade of the scales is also similar, the only difference is that they have different colored hues on their scales.

The young master who he saw at the city gate has golden hue, just like that these people have different hues, like blue, orange, red, white, silver, pink, green and the last one who is also the most dazzling among all the young scions has dual colored hue and that is the combination of crimson and gold.

He doesn’t know who he is, but from the looks of it and the number of body guards around him along with the extravagant robes, he might be the last prince of the imperial family.

Sam looked at them calmly only for a few seconds and soon, someone else came from the backstage route of the arena and Sam was a little surprised.

Because, he is also the young Naga man and he is quite similar in looks with the young master at the city gate.

He seemed to be the boss of the Arena.

He came onto the stage and looked at the VIPs he first greeted the prince and then all the scions finally stopping at the young master at the city gate.

"Greetings Elder brother Gnyan." His voice was a little cold, but there is an amiable smile on his face, Gnyan didn’t take this lightly and replied in an equally cold tone.

"Greetings Younger brother Rana. I didn’t expect that within the short term that you took over the Arena you would organize such a big event."

"I am just lucky that the Guardian brought such a valuable and interesting fighter to the Arena. Of course, we can’t let his talent to waste. That guy is an absolute battle maniac and all his battles are too easy. So, an even as grand as this is a necessity to showcase his full potential."

After that he went to the last VIP seat and sat there while the supervisors stood beside him.

And with a single hand gesture the referee announced the first battle.

Sam looked at Rana and the latter also exchanged the glance and there seemed to be a meaning behind it and Sam understood what it meant. It is a warning to Sam, to not fuck this up.

Sam didn’t think much of it, he only smiled and looked at the first candidate, the Iron Level ranked 20.

He is a fist user, and his face is extremely gloomy. Who would want to fight in a battle which is solely going to be an elevating stage for one person?

He wore a pair of knuckledusters and the metallic spikes would hurt a person a lot. When the referee signalled the fight, he didn’t even halt for a fraction of a second and ran straight towards Sam.

Sam was cool and calm, when that person started the fight with straight punch, he didn’t block or counter attack, instead he just dodged it casually with a cocky crooked grin.

He took a step back and also raised his hands and took a boxing stance; this made the opponent even more angry.

Sam danced around the ring for the next two minutes, he just threw a jab all the time and he only use ten percent of his strength.

He didn’t hit with full power and he is not even using the full strength of his physical body much less the spiritual energy.

The opponent became frustrated, no matter what he is doing he couldn’t get past the jab. It is like a viper, never missing the bite.

He also understood that Sam is only using the right hand for blocking and even the left hand that is hitting him in the face is not actually at full strength.

He felt humiliated and his spirit is breaking, he is at the same cultivation level as Sam, but the latter is miles forward in skill.

All of a sudden, he didn’t care anymore and brought out his trump card. He started throwing hooks from left and right continuously as he advanced forward.

Sam stepped back as he dodged.

The knuckle dusters of the opponent glowed as if they are made of worlds most dazzling diamonds and the single hit would destroy anything in the path.

Sam didn’t have time to dodge, the punches are too fast, if he could endure it though, the opponent is meat on the chopping block.

As he stepped backward, he realized that he is at the barrier, he couldn’t dodge it anymore. He either take the hits or he finish the battle. And it seems like the opponent’s fists are getting stronger with every hit and he would go on for another minute at least.

He also noticed that the opponent’s legs created cracks on the stage making him grounded on the spot.

Sam decided that it is about time he finished.

His fist finally showed signs of spiritual energy circulation. But it is very small and anyway it is used to power his muscle fibres. He still decided to use his physical strength to attack.

Sam lunged forward and used his left hand to block the left hook as he punched the hand that was coming at him and used the same left hand’s elbow to stop the right hook that was already on the way.

The rhythm broke and all of a sudden, Sam threw his right hand for the first time in the fight. He threw it right at the body and that too in the form of an upper cut.

The blow landed cleanly, but the opponent didn’t fly away, the air in the surroundings cleared away for a second as the cracks under the legs of the opponent became deeper and he puked blood on Sam.

He just stood there as if he was a statue and blood spewed out of his mouth for three seconds. Sam didn’t stand there when he saw the blood coming and walked to the centre of the stage as he looked at his black vest that was soaked in his opponent’s blood with a frustrated look.

The audience realized that the fight is over and the stadium burst into cheers.