Nameless King

The White Demon approached the stove and took a deep breath. He clenched his palm into a fist and drew his hand back. Then he stepped forward and kicked the center of the slab with all his might.

Bam!

There was a powerful ringing sound like the beating of a bell, it rang out for dozens of meters. The sound was long and clear.

The White Demon\'s blow was swift and crushing. Many people didn\'t even notice its movements and were shaken to their core.

Then, part of the slab lit up, and numbers appeared. They rapidly changed and increased until they stopped at the final value. The number on the slab was \'300\'.

"Three hundred..." Someone muttered.

,m "Damn... is that even possible?"

The audience was stunned by the White Demon\'s result.

"Ern, what does that mean? By its looks, three hundred is a very good result."

"Of course, it\'s incredible. The power of the blow is estimated in tons, given the value on the platform, the power of this blow equals three hundred tons."

Wain was silent. He didn\'t know how powerful his blow was. He had never needed to calculate it.

"Anybody has any questions?" White Demon asked.

"Yes! I do!" Someone raised a hand in the fourth row.

"Speak."

"What Chronicle are you in, and could you tell me about the record?"

"Right now, I\'m in Third Chronicle. The record for a person in First Chronicle is thirty tons, for Second Chronicle, it\'s a hundred tons." The White Demon calmly replied.

\'He\'s in Third Chronicle... I didn\'t even notice that. His aura is so calm, as if he were an ordinary man, not a warrior. I still have a long way to go to his level.\'

No one else had any questions, and the trial officially began.

Wain and Ern were in the second row in the middle. They waited until it was their turn and watched the others\' results closely.

Most of the participants\' punching power was in the neighborhood of thirty to fifty. Some managed to knock out fifty-five tons, but some couldn\'t even reach twenty-five.

As in the arena, the use of skills or equipment was forbidden. All the contestants had were their muscles and fists.

The final result and the strength of the blow depended not only on stats but also largely on the speed and technique of the blow. This was a big problem for those who relied solely on brute force. Many whose stats were much lower had more punching power than those whose higher stats.

"What do you think your result will be?" Ern asked.

"I don\'t know, but their stats don\'t look strong. Although, maybe that\'s only compared to the chief\'s result."

"So you\'re sure you can hit harder than fifty tons?"

"Definitely, I want to break the record, but I\'m not sure I can do it that easily. We only have three attempts, and I\'ve never participated in anything like this before."

Tremble.

Suddenly there was a mighty clang. It was coming from the sixth row. Everyone turned around and saw a shocking number on the slab.

"Seventy tons!" The Demon recording the results announced loudly.

Assistants were obliged to say significant results, and this one was the first.

The one who struck such a powerful blow was a tall girl with long pink hair and green eyes. On her arms and legs were yellow lines that resembled veins through which energy flowed. She was an Inerian.

"Not bad." Ern muttered.

"I didn\'t expect to meet an Inerian here..."

"Judging by the look on your face, you don\'t look too happy about it. Bad memories, huh? Ahaha."

"Something like that. There was one little incident, nothing serious, but I have enough impressions to last a lifetime."

"Next!" The aide exclaimed loudly.

After the girl, only a few people could hit harder than seventy tons, but still, none of them reached seventy-five.

As time passed, the line dwindled, and it was time for Ern to show what he was capable of.

"Won\'t you wish me luck?" Ern smirked and asked.

"You won\'t need it. I hope you can hit as well as you can hide your aura."

Ern nodded weakly and walked over to the stove.

"Ready?" The aide asked.

"Yes." Ern said calmly and put his palm to the stove.

He took a deep breath and delivered a lightning-fast straight punch. He moved so fast that his whole body blurred for a second.

Tremble.

Sound waves echoed through the castle grounds, causing everyone to turn their attention back to the slab.

\'Damn, I knew it was different.\' Wain pondered, looking at the result.

"Ninety-one tons!!!" The assistant exclaimed.

People were shocked. No one had yet been able to break the eighty-ton barrier, but Ern was able to break the ninety-ton milestone at once.

"Not bad, Ern is as good as ever." The White Demon said, looking at the slab in the second row.

"Will you be trying more?" The assistant asked. Ern had two more tries left and could claim a better score.

"No, that\'s enough." Ern calmly replied and stepped aside. He touched Wain\'s shoulder and whispered, "I hope that didn\'t scare you off."

"Huh, I told you I was going to beat the record. Did you really think I was kidding?"

Ern smiled silently and walked off to the observation deck where the White Demon was standing.

"Next!"

Wain smirked and walked over to the platform. Ern\'s kick encouraged him; he was ready to give it his all and set a new record.

"I didn\'t expect you to want to show your strength. Usually, you were limited to seventy tons." The White Demon said.

"Artur, I just thought I\'d have a little fun." Ern muttered, "Today is the perfect time for that, isn\'t it?"

"Ahahaha, do you really expect me to believe that? The reason is this guy. What\'s so special about him that you decided to challenge him?"

"It\'s just my new buddy, and I\'m curious what he\'s capable of."

"He\'s an Elf, they\'re not good at hitting."

"Yeah, you\'re right. Usually, they are, but he decided to fight Zeta."

"And he won?" Artur asked uncertainly.

"Well... he\'s here now, right?" Ern grinned.