I Was Born With A Bloodline That Ended The World-Chapter 97: A Statement

Nia’s match wasn’t even close.

The moment the signal was given, she moved.

Her opponent, Noah Osborne, had barely lifted his arms to guard when she was already there. She slipped past his first punch and planted her fist into his stomach, sending him reeling.

He tried to swing back at her, but she was already moving around him, ducking low and then driving her knee into his ribs. He stumbled to the side, gasping for breath.

Nia didn’t let up. She didn’t even look like she was struggling. She stayed right on top of him, one hand grabbing the back of his collar, the other driving quick, clean punches into his chest.

Noah looked desperate. He tried to push her back, but she twisted her body and tossed him over her hip in one smooth motion. He hit the ground with a thud that echoed in the arena.

The crowd went silent, but she didn’t wait for their reaction. She grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him back to his feet, her eyes calm and cold. She threw a single punch that landed flush on his jaw, dropping him like a stone.

The referee called the match immediately, and she let go. Noah slumped to the ground, his head hanging, beaten.

For a moment, there was complete silence. And then the cheers came, loud, wild, unstoppable. They had just watched someone dominate, and they loved it.

Nia didn’t even smile. She turned and walked off the mat, her hair falling over her shoulder as she flicked it back, calm and composed.

When she reached Rhian, she lifted her chin slightly. "I told you," she said with a smirk. "I don’t need luck."

Rhian raised an eyebrow, a small grin pulling at his lips. "Show-off."

Nia shrugged, her smirk only growing. "You’re one to talk."

She hadn’t even used any of her abilities or enhanced her body parts. She had simply relied on raw skills and techniques. That was enough.

The event carried on, more fights passing in quick succession. Some were one-sided victories, others were closer, but none of them really stirred the crowd like the earlier matches of Rhian and Nia.

Then, the atmosphere shifted. The announcer’s voice rang out again, cutting through the noise of the arena.

"Next up: Justin Harman Versus Shane River!"

A ripple of excitement moved through the crowd. Heads turned, eyes bright with curiosity and anticipation.

Justin was a hybrid, born with both mystical and physical abilities.

That alone made him a rarity, but what truly drew the whispers and the wide-eyed stares was his rumored heritage.

The President’s son. A fighter already said to be D rank or even higher.

In a world where physical carriers possessed raw power and Mysticals wielded energy and control, hybrids had the best of both.

They were rare but terrifying when they learned to balance their dual natures.

Hybrids, however, weren’t without their challenges. It was known that to grow stronger, they needed more energy than either type alone. Twice the paths to master. Twice the fuel to burn.

But when they managed it, like Justin had, they became the perfect blend of strength and ability.

So when his name was called, the crowd surged with excitement. No one wanted to miss what he could do. Rhian, standing beside Nia in the waiting area, watched too, his eyes narrowing just a fraction.

He wanted to see it. He wanted to see how someone with that much potential fought. And maybe what he could learn from it.

As Justin stepped forward, his posture calm and his eyes focused, the arena fell into a hush.

Everyone was watching. Everyone wanted to see the kind of power that came from being the best of both worlds.

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Rhian looked at him carefully. Justin didn’t look arrogant, not in the way some of the others did. He actually reminded Rhian a bit of Ash. Not exactly, but close enough to notice.

He had short, ashy-blonde hair and carried himself with the same calm confidence that Ash did.

But where Ash always seemed to wear his cocky grin like a badge, Justin’s expression was different.

There was no smirk or smug tilt to his mouth. His confidence wasn’t loud or showy. It was quiet, steady, like he didn’t need to convince anyone of what he was capable of. He already knew.

His opponent stepped into the center slowly, and it was clear from the moment he entered that he didn’t want to be there.

His shoulders tensed up, and he hesitated just for a moment before walking all the way in.

Rhian could almost see the thoughts flicker across the guy’s face, how unlucky did he have to be to draw Justin Harman as his opponent?

The strongest first-year in the academy. You could almost feel the fear from the distance.

Rhian watched the crowd around him explode with cheers and excitement, even before the fight started.

It was like the entire arena was already convinced of the outcome, and they were just waiting to see the form it would take.

He leaned back against the railing, arms crossed, and let out a slow breath. He wasn’t jealous nor did he feel threatened. But he’d be lying if he said the noise didn’t rub him the wrong way.

The cheers were too loud, too eager. It was like they were already worshipping the idea of Justin, not the fight itself.

Every word of excitement, every clapping hand, felt like it was echoing a single chant, the top dog has arrived.

Rhian knew Justin was strong. Everyone did. The guy was a hybrid, with the best of both mystical and physical abilities.

But even so, it was like the crowd had decided they’d already seen the final winner of this tournament before it even played out.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

’They’re riding him too much,’ he thought, a flicker of irritation crossing his mind.

It wasn’t that he wanted the spotlight, but there was something off about the way everyone around him was acting like this was the final battle.

The fight hadn’t even started, and the other guy already looked like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin.

Rhian saw the slight tremor in the man’s stance, the way he kept glancing at Justin like he was staring at some monster out of a nightmare.

Rhian rolled his shoulders and forced himself to watch closely. Part of him wanted to see what this guy was really made of, what the difference was between the hype and the truth.