Prodigy

By the time it was his turn to fight, hours had passed and Isabella was nowhere to be found and only a note was left.

"It's my turn so I'm going! Come visit me when you have time!"

A weird expression appeared on Rolan's face as he thought, "Did I just get hit on by a 12-year-old girl?"

'It's also a struggle to be handsome,' he thought shamelessly.

Rolan prepared everything before heading towards his designated stage.

The colosseum was split into three main stages and he was chosen for Sector A-1, the highest priority matches for the [Junior] Section.

'This should be fun.'

A smile appeared on Rolan's face as he looked forward to his first real-combat since coming to this world.

"For our next match, we have Harry Rask, the son of Earl Shane and ranked 2nd on the [Junior] ranking."

Rolan nearly stumbled and fell to the ground as he heard the loud announcer.

"Who's the unlucky kid that has to go against that monster?"

"That kid Harry nearly crippled a member of his clan in the last match."

"The other kid better surrender before it's too late."

Harry walked onto the stage and the surrounding spectators could all see his arrogant expression.

Rolan felt that this was too much to be a coincidence as he guessed that this was the work of his father.

"His contender is…"

The announcer paused seemingly stunned.

"Who is it, you shitty announcer!"

"Hurry it up!"

The loud shouts woke the man from his stupor as he continued.

"His contender is shocking, the youngest son of King Katharsis, Prince Rolan!"

The arena welcomed a brief moment of silence before instantly turning into loud shouting.

The commotion caused by this announcement exceeded even Harry's introduction as many of the spectators directly stood up as they sent communication signals.

Many used precious mana crystals to start recording.

"Prince Rolan?"

"Is the King finally revealing his youngest born."

Even Harry's eyes narrowed.

He had heard the rumors regarding the youngest prince but none were able to confirm them and it seems that today he would be the first to test their validity.

'Just the way I like it.'

Harry spread his tongue across the edge of his sharp blade as a slight tear was made in his skin and blood came out.

He swallowed his blood to sate his bloodlust which was overflowing.

Rolan's lips twitched as he came out, he realized that there was a veil of smoke covering him as he walked to stage.

He felt that his father had talent as a movie director.

Rolan directly face-palmed as he heard the sounds of drumming as the veil of smoke slowly disappeared around him.

He felt like the kid at elementary school that had over-enthusiastic parents during a field trip.

Rolan shook his head and calmed his nerves despite the large amount of cringe he was experiencing.

He knew that his opponent would be difficult to beat.

Harry had also reached the 3rd level in blood refining and he was considered to be somewhat of a notable genius within the clan.

Rolan took a deep breath.

This was his first real-life combat since coming to this world.

This wasn't a game for him anymore and he wouldn't be able to revive.

A glint of determination appeared in his eyes as the former Sword Saint had once again appeared!

The fog cleared and his Rolan had made his first debut to the world.

…

His dazzling entrance combined with his extraordinarily high charm created a devastating impact within the audience, especially amongst the women.

"Is that Prince Rolan? He's so handsome!"

"Already so good-looking at the age of six? His prospects are limitless!"

"Hmph! He's not even that good-looking."

The comment instantly attracted the glares of many women as the man ducked his head in embarrassment.

Rolan's frighteningly high charm value was showing its effect.

The battle hadn't even started and many people were already cheering for Roaln, whom they had never met before.

Meanwhile, Harry's excitement increased as he heard the audience.

Harry was the type of person to grow excited the more that the audience wanted the opposing party to win.

He could already imagine the amount of pleasure he would feel as he gazed at the disappointed eyes of the audience after he destroyed the clan's little prince.

Rolan spent time examining his opponent.

[Status Screen]

Name: Harry Rask

Level: 3

Age: 12

Bloodline: Dragon(Epic)

Primary Occupation: Dragonian Warlock

Secondary Occupation: Pugilist

Attributes:

Strength: 24

Defense: 9

Agility: 12

Vitality: 23

Mana: 0

Magic: 0

Skills: Dragonian Skin, Hidden Weapons, Dragonian Martial Arts

Note: A formidable opponent!

Quest: Win the [Junior] Competition

Difficulty: C-

Rewards:

First Place - [Silver+] Draconian Potion

Second Place - [Silver] Draconian Potion

Rolan's retina became flooded with the two notifications as he quickly analyzed them before dismissing the windows.

The competition was starting in mere seconds.

'I have to win this!'

Rolan briefly scanned his opponent's skills and attributes and he held the confidence to win.

The first place reward made him salivate as he was in bliss just thinking of how much he would progress from gaining two [Silver+] Draconian Potions.

The rules prevented the contestants from talking before the match started which seemed to be what held back Harry.

Rolan could see that the twelve-year-old had a lot to say but he planned on ending this fast.

"1"

"2"

"3"

"Fight!"

The moment the fight started, Rolan activated [Erudite Eyes] to scan Harry's body for hidden weapons.

His opponent seemed to have absolute focus as he circled Rolan while mocking him and trying to instill fear.

Rolan greatly appreciated his opponent for giving him time as he continued to search Harry's body.

Unable to wait any longer, Harry sprinted towards Rolan as an aura of killing intent surrounded him.

'Is this kid trying to kill me?'

Rolan barely had time to think as he engaged in melee combat using his [Draconian Martial Arts].

Rolan intentionally lowered his attributes to make the fight seem slightly in his opponent's favor.

"The prince is holding his own!"

"Considering the age difference between the two, being a little weaker than Harry is understandable."

With that said, many were disappointed seeing this outcome as they had expected more.

Just as some of the spectators were about to leave.

'I've found them!'

Rolan found Harry's hidden weapons.

'One is tucked behind his waist.'

'One is under his shoe.'

'One is…'

Rolan's expression was weird as he stared at Harry with a look of admiration and confusion.

'To hide a weapon next to your family jewels…

'I respect you, bro!'

Rolan respected Harry's fearless demeanor as he cut the act and released his full-power and charged at Harry.

Rolan's quickly overpowered Harry as the audience grew louder in excitement.

"The prince is at the 3rd stage of blood refining!"

"Impossible! He's only six-years-old!"

"Holy shit! No wonder the clan leader dotes on his youngest the most!"

As Rolan revealed his real cultivation, he could hear notifications of his fame rapidly rising.

Many people that had been formerly watching the [Senior], and [Expert] sections had entered the arena as the audience seats were fully packed.

Meanwhile, as the crowd grew excited, Harry was depressed.

'This kid can't be six-years-old!'

He felt a sense of inferiority and shame as he stared at the young boy who continued to press him.

The boy's martial arts was even on the same level as his and he was quickly being pushed back.

'How is he so strong.'

Moments away from losing, a fierce light appeared in Harry's eyes as he reached for the back of his waist.

Rolan quickly caught this movement and grabbed Harry's arm before twisting it.

"AH!"

His attempt was quickly thwarted and Rolan confiscated the two daggers beneath his shoe and behind his waist.

Rolan quickly stored them in his spatial inventory before waiting for the referee to call his victory.

"Incredible!"

"The prince's martial arts are in no way bad for his age."

"Considering that he hasn't attended the Draconic Institute, this is stellar."

"His current strength is just too monstrous considering his age."

"His achievement in reaching the 3rd level at his age is already amazing in itself. Only the Clan Leaders of each generation have been able to do so!"

Just as the referee was about to blow his whistle.

"It's not over yet."

Harry slowly rose but his physical condition was evidently not good.

Some in the audience directed glances of pity but the more sharp-eyed people were able to notice Harry's attempt in using hidden weapons and quickly shot him glances of disdain.

Such methods of sneakery were considered despicable and shameless within the clan.

"Give up."

Rolan was concise with his words as he didn't wish to prolong this fight and waste his time.

Harry smiled as he reached for inside his pants.

This move surprised the referee and the audience but Rolan narrowed his glance before summoning one of Harry's daggers as he threw it at his arm that was seemingly reaching for his crotch.

"AGH!" Harry screamed in pain as he grabbed his arm that had a knife sticking into it.

Rolan gave no mercy before kicking his skin while he was down to send him unconscious.

"Holy sh*t! Prince Rolan is so cruel!"

"F*ck! That's badass!"

"Wasn't he too cruel?"

"Shut up the person above me! This is the way of the Dragonian Clan."

The referee frowned as he hesitated on whether he should disqualify Rolan for his excessively violent actions.

He had to consider Rolan's background as a Prince and just as he was hesitating, Rolan walked up to him and whispered something in his ear.

The referee's expression quickly changed as he called for a servant to move Harry before checking his body.

"Huh? What is going on?"

Many people had just entered after rushing here from other arenas but they were surprised to see the match was over.

"Prince Rolan has won! His conduct of excessive violence is considered an act of self-defense after finding a potentially lethal-weapon on Earl Harry's body."

The result shocked countless and the news of Rolan's victory had spread throughout the clan.

Many expressed their dissatisfaction and not being able to witness his fight but this was done intentionally.

The [Junior] section would not hold enough seats if people had known that Rolan would be fighting.

Mana crystals of his fight had been sold in high-demand throughout the clan and many became aware that his title as a prodigy was real.

Many experts were able to notice a few hidden details that the common people were unable to see which led to the creation of more rumors.

Rolan paid no attention to his rising fame and directly muted his notifications regarding fame.

To him, the only thing that mattered at the moment was continuing his cultivation and increasing his strength.