The Invincible constitution : Rise of the Supreme One

Chapter 38: Need to get stronger!

A hushed anticipation filled the arena as a commanding voice echoed, "Everyone, stand up to welcome our king of the Tianxia Empire."

The audience rose in unison, their gaze fixed on the entrance where a figure, wrapped in an air of regality, adorned with a resplendent crown, strode towards the elevated stage.

Just his presence alone brought enormous pressure to the surroundings that no one could help but bow in respect.

King didn't care about them much, he merely glanced at them and issued a casual command, "Stand up."

As the command issued, everyone straightened themselves, though their feet trembling in the presence of the king. 

Until this moment, the king had remained seated on his throne above the arena, so no one felt anything. But now looking at him standing in front of them, the audience struggled to fathom the depths of his strength.

With measured steps, the king ascended the fighting stage, and without even sparing a gaze on others, he looked down at Eli Shan.

From behind, the host approached, holding three medals in his hand—a gleaming gold, a lustrous silver, and a humble wooden one. The king was meant to bestow these honors upon the top three students. But Zhang Wei was already on bed rest so he couldn't accept it.

Undeterred, the king extended his hand, and the host placed the silver medal into his palm. Standing before Lin Feng, the king nodded, silently acknowledging his strength.

In response, Lin Feng bowed gracefully, and with a benevolent smile, the king presented him with the silver medal. Lin Feng, his gratitude evident, spoke, "Thank you, King."

The host, positioned nearby, addressed Lin Feng, "Tomorrow, make your way to the royal library to receive both your technique and a reward of one thousand gold coins. For now, you may return to your place of rest."

With a nod and a contented smile, Lin Feng exited the fighting stage.

Next, the king approached Eli Shan and accepted the golden medal from the host. Locking eyes with Eli Shan, the king's smile widened, and Eli Shan, respectful, inclined his head in anticipation of receiving his well-deserved honor.

However, to Eli Shan's bewilderment, he didn't receive any medal... Unable to contain his confusion, he looked up at the king, silently wondering, "Why is the king taking so long to give me my medal?"

Breaking the unexpected silence, the king's voice resonated, carrying a proposition that caught Eli Shan off guard, "I want you to become my disciple!"

Eli Shan, still in a state of shock, stuttered, "Huh?" The unexpected offer had thrown him into a whirlwind of emotions.

Among the spectators, a voice of confusion arose, "Does the king want to accept him as a disciple?"

Another chimed in with excitement, "Yeah, he's incredibly fortunate!"

A third voice added, "It's not just luck; he's proven his strength. It's worth it for the king to recruit and train him!"

The arena buzzed with varied speculations and opinions, everyone offering their own take on the unexpected proposal. Meanwhile, Eli Shan's mind was a tempest of conflicting thoughts. "If you were an emperor, I might have considered it," he mused inwardly, "but you're just a king, and as ruthless as the city lord who torments the weak. Why should I become your disciple?"

Of course, Eli Shan was just thinking about it. He couldn't really say it otherwise he won't even know how he died—especially considering the king's cultivation at the peak of the origin realm. No matter how formidable Eli Shan was, he couldn't confront someone at the peak of the origin realm. Just standing straight before this cultivator took a lot of his strength, let alone fighting against him.