Elven cultivators

Chapter 115 What is a True Genius?

A friendly exchange?

The Silvermoon Clan elves looked at each other, their expressions varied.

The Grand Elder looked surprised: "What do you mean?"

Kalifen smiled and said, "Let's each send one person for a friendly sparring match that's just enough to stop. If the Silvermoon Clan wins, I'll decide to increase the annual trade quota to five ounces; if they lose, it will be reduced to two ounces. How about that?"

These words immediately created a subtle atmosphere in the hall.

The elder's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not answer immediately.

Carifen added with a smile, "Of course, we old guys don't need to lift a finger; let the younger generation have a go."

He turned to look at Daniels beside him. "This is my deputy, Daniels. He is 153 years old. Let him represent our mission in the battle."

With the elder's discerning eye, he could naturally see the arrogance in the young elf's eyes.

His expression shifted slightly as he asked, "Lord Daniels is a Gold-rank individual?"

"Elder Leonard has a good eye," Kalifen nodded with a smile.

Daniels instinctively straightened his chest and flexed his back.

His gaze swept over the Silver Moon Clan members opposite him, awaiting the expected shock and amazement.

During his previous missions, whenever Kaliphan introduced his age and rank, the elves of those clans would always show expressions of shock, envy, or disbelief, which pleased him greatly.

However, this time, Daniels was disappointed.

The reactions of the people opposite were...unexpectedly calm.

This made Daniels wonder if Carifen had made a mistake and said "Golden" instead of "Silver Rank".

Karifen was somewhat surprised by everyone's reaction, but didn't think much of it.

He didn't propose the exchange on a whim.

In fact, whenever Kaliphan visits an elven clan, he tries to arrange a sparring match.

On the one hand, it was to demonstrate the power of the royal court in order to subdue these clans.

On the one hand, it was also to probe the strength of these clans and see their capabilities.

"Daniels is the holder of the Royal Court's 'Radiant Star' title," Kalifen added.

The elder's expression shifted slightly as he glanced at Daniels.

Unlike ordinary elven clans, the Emerald Court, while having a Windwhisperer system, doesn't place much importance on it.

Instead, they have their own system of honorary titles, which divide the younger generation into Saint Star, Shining Star, and Rising Star from top to bottom based on their qualifications and potential.

The requirement for Qixing is to reach the Silver rank before the age of 100.

Those who pass the Wind Whisperer Trial will generally receive this title.

Shining Star requires reaching the peak of Silver rank before the age of 100.

Saint Star requires advancement to the Gold rank before the age of one hundred.

The Wind Whisperer, considered the highest honor among ordinary elven clans, is merely the lowest tier of geniuses in the Emerald Court.

Anyone who holds the title of Shining Star would be considered the strongest among the younger generation in any other clan.

As for the holders of the Holy Star title, they are top geniuses that are unimaginable to ordinary elven clans.

The elder fell silent for a moment, his mind racing.

If the opponent is only Silver rank, you can send Roman or Eleanor into the field.

But the gold tier...

He glanced at Irene beside him.

The youngest Gold-ranked player present was Irene.

That being said, Irene is over three hundred years old, more than twice the age of Daniels.

Sending her to the match would undoubtedly violate the rules for competition among the younger generation that Karifen mentioned.

Seeing that the Grand Elder remained silent for a long time, Kalifen thought to himself that it seemed the Silver Moon Clan did not have any Gold-rank members under the age of two hundred.

He was not surprised by this.

Golden-class women under two hundred years old aren't like common cabbages, readily available everywhere.

Apart from the Emerald Court, very few clans can cultivate geniuses of this caliber.

Although they may occasionally produce one or two young elves with exceptional talent, they lack sufficient resources to support their rapid growth.

Only in the Emerald Court can these geniuses truly realize their talents and potential.

Just as Kalifen was about to say a few polite words to ease the tension, the Grand Elder turned to Elena beside him and instructed, "Elena, go find Anton and see if it's convenient for him to come over."

In other matters, the Grand Elder would have simply brushed it off and wouldn't have bothered Anton with something like this.

But this time it involves Moon Essence Elixir.

This is precisely the resource that Anton urgently needs, so he has no choice but to come.

Irene nodded and got up to leave the hall.

Karifen was slightly taken aback.

Does the Silvermoon Clan really have Gold-ranked members under two hundred years old?

What puzzled him even more was that Elder Leonard's tone sounded... quite respectful towards that person.

That's not the tone you'd expect when speaking to a young elf.

A hint of surprise flashed in Daniels' eyes, but he quickly looked away.

In his view, even if the Silver Moon Clan had Gold-ranked members under two hundred years old, most of them were only barely at the lower Gold rank. Compared to him, who was already at the middle Gold rank and had mastered many powerful combat skills, the gap was still very obvious.

He wanted to see what kind of opponent the Silvermoon Clan could send out.

Not long after, steady footsteps came from the entrance of the hall.

Kaliphan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young elf and Elena walking in.

The other person was dressed very simply, with long, light blonde hair casually tied back, but it did not look sloppy; instead, it exuded an ethereal quality.

His face was exquisitely handsome, even among the elves.

Especially her pair of amber eyes, deep as a pool, so deep that if you looked at them for too long, you would have the illusion that your soul was being sucked in.

With Carifen's keen eye, he could naturally tell that the other person was no more than 150 years old.

He's even younger than Daniels.

Even if it's just the lower rank of Gold at this age, it's still pretty good.

It seems the Silvermoon Clan still has some promising talents.

Daniels was also sizing up the newcomer, his gaze scrutinizing.

The other party's appearance piqued his interest slightly.

"Anton, you've arrived."

The Grand Elder nodded slightly to An Dong, his tone gentle.

"The royal delegation wishes to spar with us, and we plan to have you represent the clan in the battle. Is that alright?"

On the way here, Anton had already heard Elena recount what had happened. Upon hearing this, he glanced at the members of the delegation and nodded calmly.

"it is good."

His tone was so casual, as if he were agreeing to attend an ordinary party.

Daniels raised an eyebrow, a hint of displeasure rising in his heart.

This guy... he's really not taking him seriously.

The Grand Elder observed their expressions, smiled meaningfully, and stood up, saying, "Then let's move to the training ground."

Everyone stood up and walked out of the hall.

The news somehow got out.

When everyone arrived at the training ground, a number of Pokémon had already gathered around it.

They stood in twos and threes, whispering to each other.

Roman and Eleanor also rushed over upon hearing the news and stood at the front of the crowd.

"The Jade Court wants to spar with Anton?" Roman, carrying his battle axe, wore a sly smile. "Interesting. I'll have to watch closely."

Eleanor's face also held a subtle expression as she looked at Daniels.

A gold-level expert over 150 years old would be considered a top genius anywhere.

Unfortunately, he encountered Anton.

In the center of the training field, Anton and Daniels stood facing each other, about twenty meters apart.

Daniels rested one hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, the other hanging at his side, his posture relaxed, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Daniels Emerald, a Gold-rank warrior."

"Anton Silver Moon".

Anton simply introduced himself by name and didn't say anything more.

Daniels frowned slightly upon seeing this, becoming increasingly displeased with Anton's indifferent attitude.

He glanced around and suddenly noticed something unusual.

The Silvermoon Clan elves watching the battle around him looked at him with... somewhat strange eyes.

It wasn't out of awe, curiosity, or anticipation.

Instead...sympathy?

Daniels paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

He's probably overthinking it.

How much knowledge could an elf from a remote clan possibly have?

Those spectators had no idea what a Radiant Star of the Emerald Court meant.

Fine, let them see what a real genius is.

Daniels composed himself and stopped thinking about it.

"Be careful."

Despite being somewhat annoyed with Anton, Daniels still followed dueling etiquette, giving him a reminder before launching his attack.

The moment he finished speaking, he moved swiftly, as fast as lightning, and rushed towards Anton.

The longsword at his waist was already drawn, tearing through the air with a sharp screech as it pierced towards Anton.

Even though he was certain he could win, Daniels did not underestimate his opponent and went all out from the start.

To his astonishment, Anton showed no sign of drawing his weapon in the face of his attack; instead, he simply opened his mouth.

Did you open your mouth?

Daniels was slightly taken aback, and then a chill ran down his spine.

The instincts of a Gold-rank warrior were frantically warning him.

The next instant, a pure white sword aura, carrying the sharp intent to cut through everything, swept through the sky like a white rainbow piercing the sun.

fast.

It was faster than Daniels could see.

Before he could even react, the sword energy had already grazed his cheek.

laugh!

A strand of pale golden hair drifted down.

Daniels' longsword froze in mid-air, and he was completely still, as if he had been frozen in place.

A cool sensation spread across my cheek, and warm liquid slid down my chin.

He subconsciously reached out and touched it, his fingertips stained with a bright red smear.

blood.

In an instant, Daniels felt a chill run down his spine and up to the top of his head.

If that sword energy had deviated by even an inch...

He dared not think any further.

There was dead silence all around.

The elves in the delegation, including Kaliphan, were all dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.

The Silvermoon Clan elves watching the battle remained calm, as if they had expected it.

"it's over."

"As expected, Anton is still the best."

"Emerald Court's Shining Star isn't all that great."

Whispers rose and fell.

As Daniels listened to these discussions, his face turned pale and then flushed, his lips moved a few times, but he couldn't say anything.