Summoned As A Mere Nobody-Yet Possesses An SSS-Rank Ability-Chapter 252: The King Enters

From the stands, confusion spread.

"What’s going on?"

"Why is Prince Zohar struggling?"

"He’s just playing around, right?"

"Yes, he’s holding back!" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Stop holding back!"

"Kill him already!"

The chanting returned, louder, more desperate.

Prince Zohar tightened his grip on his sword.

His pride burned.

And deep down... for the first time, fear began to creep in.

"But the way I see it in your eyes," Nolan said calmly, "you’re starting to panic."

Prince Zohar’s brows twitched.

"Are you not going to talk trash anymore? Nothing?" Nolan continued, his tone flat, almost bored.

"Shut up!" Prince Zohar snapped. "I don’t know what you did to stop my attack—but you still haven’t seen the best of me!"

Mana surged around him.

With a sharp shout, Prince Zohar rushed forward again.

His sword came down in a powerful arc.

Nolan leapt.

His body rose cleanly into the air, avoiding the strike effortlessly. He spun once and landed softly, his boots barely making a sound as they touched the arena floor.

The crowd gasped.

Nolan straightened, then casually slid both hands into his pockets.

"You know," he said, looking directly at Prince Zohar, "you’re the only one attacking here. I haven’t attacked you even once."

Silence followed.

"...Yet."

Prince Zohar’s face twisted.

"You bastard," he snarled. "Are you mocking me?!"

In the next instant—

Nolan vanished.

The crowd couldn’t track it. One moment he was standing still, the next he was gone, as if erased from existence.

Then—

BOOM!

A fist smashed into Prince Zohar’s jaw.

Blood sprayed into the air.

Prince Zohar’s body was sent flying upward, spinning violently as gasps echoed throughout the arena.

He twisted midair, barely regaining control, and landed on his feet with a heavy skid, coughing as blood dripped from his mouth onto the stone floor.

The arena fell dead silent.

Prince Zohar staggered slightly, then tightened his grip on his sword.

"...Tch."

This is bad, he thought.

There’s a massive difference in strength.

I finally understand it now.

I can’t win.

No matter how strong this human was, his pride screamed refusal.

He’s still a human.

His eyes flickered downward, toward the arena floor.

The wind trap.

I planted it beforehand.

The moment he steps into it... it will explode.

They’ll think it’s just one of my skills.

A clean kill.

A thin smile crept onto Prince Zohar’s face.

Nolan tilted his head slightly.

"...You were panicking a second ago," he said. "Now you’re smiling."

He sighed.

"Well, whatever you’re planning," Nolan continued, his voice calm and steady, "you’re still going to lose."

Prince Zohar’s smile widened.

"I’ve been preparing this since before the match," he thought. Even if I can’t beat him head-on... I’ll kill him.

"All of a sudden," Nolan said calmly, "why are you so confident?"

"Come at me," Prince Zohar replied with a wide smile. "Come. I’ll defeat you."

Nolan’s eyes shifted slightly as he glanced around the arena.

"...So that’s it," he thought. A trap. Just like I expected.

A faint smile formed on his lips.

Prince Zohar extended his hand slightly, almost inviting him.

"Well?" he said. "What are you waiting for?"

Nolan stepped forward.

One step.

Two steps.

Then—

The air changed.

Prince Zohar’s smile widened.

He snapped his fingers.

VWOOOOM—!

Violent wind erupted around Nolan, spiraling violently, faster and faster.

"Vroom—vroom—vroom—!"

The pressure spiked.

Then—

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOOOM!!!

Explosions roared as fire ignited within the compressed wind, completely swallowing Nolan in a massive blast that shook the entire arena.

Smoke and flames filled the battlefield.

"He’s dead!"

"He’s dead!"

"Finally!"

Prince Zohar straightened, laughing loudly.

"Hahaha! I did it! I did it!" he shouted.

"I would rather lose to any other race—but not to humans!"

The crowd erupted.

"Yes! Prince Zohar did it!"

"A human should never underestimate an elf!"

"We are superior!"

"They are inferior!"

Cheers thundered through the arena.

Prince Zohar laughed, pride overflowing.

Then—

A voice cut through the smoke.

"Why are you smiling?"

The laughter froze.

"Why are you celebrating?" the voice continued.

"The battle hasn’t been won yet."

The smoke slowly parted.

Prince Zohar’s smile collapsed.

"...What?"

Nolan stood there.

Steam rising faintly from his body.

Completely unharmed.

"You’re celebrating too early," Nolan said calmly. "You look foolish."

Prince Zohar staggered back.

"How...?" he whispered.

"How the hell are you still alive?!"

"That trap," Nolan continued, "was decent."

He raised his hand slightly.

"But not enough."

The entire arena fell silent.

The elves in the stands stared in disbelief.

"Isn’t he supposed to be dead?"

"Since when have humans become this strong?"

"What... what is happening?"

Prince Zohar’s hands trembled as he tightened his grip on his sword.

"This isn’t possible..." he muttered.

Nolan took a step forward.

"Now," he said quietly, "it’s my turn."

"How...?" Prince Zohar muttered, eyes wide.

"He should be dead already. How is this possible? There’s no way... there’s no way I’m losing!"

His grip tightened around his sword as he glared at Nolan.

"No way!" he roared.

Prince Zohar raised his blade and charged.

Wind surged violently around the sword, spiraling and screaming as he poured everything into the strike.

"DIE!"

He swung down with full force.

Nolan raised his arm.

Just one.

At the last instant, Nolan shifted his arm sideways—clean, precise.

CRACK!

The sword shattered on impact.

Fragments of enchanted metal exploded into the air.

Prince Zohar’s eyes widened in horror as he jumped back instinctively.

"T–That’s impossible—!"

He immediately reached behind him, drawing his bow in a single fluid motion. Arrows formed as compressed wind wrapped around them, vibrating violently.

He fired.

One.

Two.

Three.

The arrows screamed through the air, tearing the arena floor apart as they rushed toward Nolan.

Nolan didn’t move.

He casually swung his arm.

SMACK—SMACK—SMACK.

Every arrow was knocked aside as if they were nothing more than dust.

Before Prince Zohar could react—

Nolan vanished.

It was as if he erased himself from the world.

"What—?!"

BOOM!

Nolan reappeared directly in front of him and drove his fist into Prince Zohar’s stomach.

The impact was devastating.

CRACK—SHATTER!

Prince Zohar’s mithril armor caved in instantly.

His mouth flew open as saliva and blood burst out.

"G–HAA—!"

His body lifted off the ground.

BOOM!

He slammed into the arena wall like a broken doll, the stone cracking behind him.

Prince Zohar slid down slowly.

Blood dripped from his mouth.

His eyes rolled back.

His body went limp.

Silence.

Absolute silence filled the arena.

Prince Zohar collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

Nolan lowered his fist and looked down at him calmly.

"...You never stood a chance."

"This has to be a mistake!"

"There’s no way Prince Zohar lost!"

"No way—no way he loses to a human!"

The stands erupted.

Elf after elf screamed in disbelief, fists clenched, faces twisted with rage and denial.

"This is wrong!"

"He can’t lose to a human!"

"Humans are inferior—this isn’t possible!"

The arena trembled with their shouting.

King Zul remained seated, silent, his sharp eyes fixed on the unconscious Prince Zohar... then on Nolan.

So he noticed it too.

Not just the defeat—but the trap.

Prince Zohar’s wind formation had been flawless. Hidden, lethal, impossible to detect unless one already knew it existed.

And yet...

That human had walked straight into it.

On purpose.

No damage.

Not a tear in his clothes.

Not a single strand of hair disturbed.

King Zul’s lips slowly curled upward.

I never expected Prince Zohar to lose.

But this... this is something else.

For the first time in many years, King Zul felt his blood stir.

Excitement.

Anticipation.

It’s been a long time since someone made me feel this way.

He rose from his seat.

The crowd began to quiet as his aura expanded, pressing down like a rising storm.

"Everyone," King Zul said calmly, his voice carrying across the arena, "do not panic."

The elves fell silent.

"Prince Zohar has lost. That much is clear."

Murmurs spread instantly.

"This human..." King Zul continued, eyes locked onto Nolan, "...is exactly who he claimed to be."

Gasps rippled through the stands.

"But," King Zul said, a cold smile forming, "this does not end here."

His aura surged.

"It is my turn."

The elves’ eyes burned with renewed fury.

"Yes!"

"Show him!"

"Take his head!"

King Zul stepped forward, placing one foot on the edge of the stand.

"For humiliating one of our own," he said, "I will personally teach him a lesson."

Then—

He jumped.

BOOM!

The arena shook violently as King Zul landed in the center, stone cracking beneath his feet.

Dust rose slowly around him.

When it settled, the Elf King stood tall, smiling.

His gaze met Nolan’s.

"Now," King Zul said calmly, "human... let us begin."

"Well then," Nolan said calmly, his voice carrying across the cracked arena.

"Come at me."

The air shifted.

King Zul stepped forward from the settling dust, his boots crunching softly against fractured stone. Nolan moved as well, slow and deliberate, until the two stood facing each other at the center of the arena.