An immense pressure emanated from Roy and surged towards the competitors.

The effect of this pressure was immediate. It bore down on them, making it hard for them to breathe or move. The ambient noises in the coliseum seemed to fade away, replaced by the pounding of their hearts in their chests.

Weak ones weren't able to endure it. One by one, they were knocked out. Their bodies dropped to the arena floor with thuds.

Only a handful of extremely strong ones remained standing. They managed to resist the suppression of Roy's Lord rank Physique. However, their pupils dilated to the size of black holes, threatening to engulf any semblance of hope. It seemed like their morale was thoroughly destroyed. They were still in the fight, but it was another question whether they wanted to fight.

"Is... is that even possible?"

"I've never seen anything like that, not even in the grandest tales!"

Meanwhile, the crowd's eyes widened to an almost comical extent, so vast that they seemed on the verge of popping from their sockets. Their mouths gaped open, jaws dropping so dramatically it was as if they were about to shatter the very fabric of reality. It was a testament to the sheer astonishment they felt at the display before them.

There were murmurs and exclamations throughout the coliseum:

"By the gods, did you see that? It's like he just flattened them with a look!"

"The tales of his prowess clearly weren't exaggerated. If anything, they were understated!"

"I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that. They dropped like flies!"

"I've seen strong competitors before, but this... this is on a whole different level!"

"And here I thought the earlier display was impressive. This is downright terrifying!"

Their comments echoed the collective shock and awe of witnessing Roy's overwhelming might.

Roy took their shock and praises in stride. He knew how strong he was, but they didn't. That was the only reason they were so astounded by the power he displayed.

In reality, the situation was akin to a level 99 player visiting a beginner village just to flaunt his might.

Except for the young prince, most of them were merely in the first stage, mere trainees. On the other hand, Roy was unparalleled against anyone below the Realm Lord stage. They never stood a chance against him to begin with.

"They are going to the thrones."

"Yet no one is stepping up to stop them."

"It looks five of the thrones are going to be claimed so early in the battle royale."

The participants of the battle royale could only watch in stunned silence as Roy and his group confidently approached the thrones and sat down on them with an air of natural authority.

"Ah! This is as comfortable as I imagined it to be." Roy said.

"Phew~This is relaxing. Although this win wasn't achieved by my own effort, it's still a win. I wonder if Master is overjoyed to see me sitting on a throne," Syndra muttered.

Roy and Syndra made themselves comfortable on their respective thrones, exuding an aura of regal authority.

"I feel nervous."

"Is it really alright to be so domineering? But I am really thankful that he is sharing his glory with us. He is really a good friend!"

"I am not used to being the center of attention. I wish I can find an egg to hide in."

Meanwhile, Amelia, Julian, and Lyria appeared slightly overwhelmed, a stark contrast to Roy's serene composure.

Roy had attained a level of power and insight where the fleeting attention and praise of the masses no longer stirred his heart. His strength was now rivaled only by the elite Realm Lords. In his eyes, accolades from those weaker than him held little value. The only affirmation he truly sought was from those whose strength and wisdom matched or surpassed his own. historical

However, this unwavering demeanor did not mean he was heartless or egotistic. He was acutely aware of the responsibility that came with his power, and though he did not actively seek the approval of the weaker ones, he would not hesitate to shield them from harm if the situation demanded it.

He had proven that he possessed this quality when they were attacked by the Nether during the previous trial. He hadn't hesitated to fight for the sake of everyone's survival!

Syndra also appeared nonchalant to the admiration and murmurs of the crowd. It was because she had eyes only for her master, Damien. The world's perception mattered little to her; only Damien's words and actions held any sway over her emotions. As she glanced around the vast coliseum, she felt a pang of disappointment, unable to locate him among the sea of faces. She pondered on his whereabouts, hoping he was safe.

On the other hand, the situation was all too new and overwhelming for Lyria, Amelia, and Julian. Julian had lived as an outcast, relegated to the fringes of society and shunned by most. Amelia's past was scarred by the chains of servitude, having endured life as a slave. Lyria, though innately regal, was new to societal norms and intricacies, having lived a life sheltered from such grandeur. The admiration and attention of the vast assembly of the Glorious Sun Empire were beyond their wildest dreams. They sat there, absorbing the enormity of the moment, their faces reflecting a mix of gratitude, surprise, and humility.

From his elevated position on the king's throne, looking down upon them all, Roy declared, "These five thrones are now claimed by me and my allies. If you harbor any thoughts of contesting them, be certain you're ready to face my..."

From a secluded corner of the coliseum, a lone figure, driven by envy and desperation, decided to attack him while he was speaking.

'He is too consumed by pride. Such people die because they underestimate their opponent. I can take advantage of this opportunity to catch him off guard. Once I kick him off his high horse, let's see if he will still have the face to remain smug then.'

A spellbook appeared beside thr young man with ill intentions. Just then, he pointed a finger at Roy. Almost immediately, the air around him shimmered and coalesced into a massive torrent of flame that shot towards Roy.