A Journey That Changed The World.-Chapter 687 Thank You Brother

Archer watched as most of the girls shook their heads and started welcoming Kassandra with smiles and hugs, but Nefertiti didn't join in and stared at him with an unknown expression, causing him to ask, ''What's wrong, Nefi?''

Nefertiti spoke, her tone dripping with jealousy, ''I don't want you to claim any more women,'' she said, her eyes narrowing as they shifted to Kassandra.

''But after being in a relationship with you for this long, I know you won't neglect us, which comforts me. Just know, husband,'' she continued, her voice low and intense, ''if she hurts you, I will burn her to ash.'' novelbuddy .com

'Her jealousy is so sexy. I hope It doesn't stop,' Archer thought as he listened to the pink-haired girl.

Once Nefertiti finished talking, she leaned forward and kissed him with so much passion that it sent a spark crashing through his body. She separated from him before sitting back down to talk to the others who were watching the ongoing fight.

Afterward, Archer turned around only to hear Kassandra's sweet voice, ''Thank you for accepting me. Let's look after each other from now on.''

''Of course,'' he nodded before replying with an evil grin. ''We're going to have so much fun,'' he said.

He went on to tell her his plans about Draconia and everything else while waiting for Nefertiti's fight. After he was done speaking, Kassandra looked at him with her black eyes and grinned, ''Amazing. Can I help? I may be able to capture some strong sea monsters for you.''

Archer nodded, ''Sounds good. You can come with me when I return to Draconia.''

Kassandra smiled before turning back to the fights. Just after that, Archer noticed it was Lioran's fight, and when he jumped up, he grinned at him before leaving for the stage. The crowd started cheering when they saw the fighters arrive at the stage.

He and his group had seats at the edge of the bustling arena, his gaze sweeping across the sea of cheering spectators. The sun beat down mercilessly, its rays piercing through the arena's opened roof, casting a golden shade over the entire scene.

The air buzzed with anticipation, each cheer and roar blending into a cacophony of excitement. Before him, several large stages stood proudly, each hosting its battles to determine who would advance to the knockout stage.

When seeing this, he turned to Leira, sitting a few seats down, and inquired, ''What's with all these stages?''

The cat girl turned her emerald eyes toward him with a smile before answering, ''It's for the different groups, Arch. It allows the organizers to complete the Qualification Round quickly.''

Archer noticed that the arena seemed to have transformed since the group stages, now pulsating with heightened energy and charged with the thrill of individual showdowns. His attention was drawn to the nearest stage, where his friend, Lioran, stood tall and proud, bathed in the sun's warm glow.

The crowd cheered as Lioran prepared to face his opponent. His lion-like features exuded confidence and determination. He knew his friend was strong, so he scanned him.

[Lioran Lionheart]

[Level: 80]

[Rank: Expert]

'He might not be as strong as Nala, but he's still tough,' he mused inwardly.

Archer then looked at his friend's opponent and saw a large human wielding a giant Warhammer. He started at Lioran like he was looking at prayer, but the lion boy wasn't facing him as he pulled out his sword.

It was similar to Nala's, causing him to look at his lioness, who quickly answered, ''Our grandmother forged them for us. She is a skilled blacksmith and a warrior in her own right.''

''Is this Malaika?' Archer questioned with interest, causing Nala to laugh. f reewe bnovel

She shook her head, ''No, Malaika is my maternal grandmother. Her name is Aziza, and she resides in Naravo working on the forges when she isn't training.''

''Interesting, is she strong?'' He asked.

Nala bobbed her head, ''Yeah, she's a High Mage and has been training for years.''

After speaking, Archer scanned Lioran's opponent to see his strength.

[Kaelen Montfort]

[Level: 75]

[Rank: Expert]

'Weak,' he thought as the referee announced the start of the fight, which caused the crowd to roar in excitement. Archer and the girls leaned forward in their seats, their attention fixed on the stage below as Lioran stepped onto it.

Archer watched as Lioran entered the fray, his golden hair gleaming in the sunlight. As he squared off against his opponent, the tension in the air became real. He could feel the anticipation building as the two fighters prepared to clash.

The lion prince charged forward with a roar, his muscles tensed and ready for action, but Kaelen swung his Warhammer with shocking strength, aiming to crush Lioran with a single blow.

But Lioran was quick and agile. He quickly ducked under the heavy swing and closed the distance between them, his sword flashing in the sunlight as it swung toward Kaelen. Archer watched his brother-in-law land a solid blow on his competitor's side, causing the boy to stagger back while trying to hit him with his Warhammer.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Lioran pressed his advantage. He moved so fast, and he just kept on attacking without stopping. Archer watched as his friend fought skillfully, his every move a testament to his strength and prowess.

With each strike, Lioran brought himself one step closer to victory, drawing the audience into the excitement of the battle unfolding before them. As the battle raged, the lion boy's swift and nimble movements dodged each powerful swing with calculated precision.

Every time he dodged, the crowd cheered, urging the lion boy. Archer's gaze narrowed as he noticed a subtle change in his technique. It was a move he had seen before—body Enhancing, a skill that heightened the caster's physical abilities.

That's when he finally understood Lioran's strategy. The lion boy ducked beneath it effortlessly as the large human unleashed another thunderous swing. In one fluid motion, he surged forward, his fist infused with the enhanced strength of his skill.

Lioran's fist landed with devastating force, connecting squarely with the boy's chest. A collective gasp echoed through the arena as Kaelen staggered backward, his breath stolen from his lungs.

Archer watched Kaelen struggle to remain upright, his chest heaving as he fought to regain his composure. But it was too late as he fell unconscious. With a victorious roar, Lioran emerged as the undisputed winner of the match.

Everyone erupted into thunderous cheering, and their excitement echoed throughout the arena. Lioran's name reverberated off the walls as he made his way back to them. When he arrived, Nala congratulated him with a big smile.

''Good job, Lio. You fought well,'' Archer commented with a grin.

Lioran replied as he took a seat next to Leonora and Nalika, ''Thank you, brother,'' he let out a sigh of relief. ''but I should have ended it quicker, but I tested my Body Enhancement because I leveled it up yesterday thanks to Cian.''

The orange-haired boy nodded with a smile, but Alaric stopped chatting to Llyniel and said, ''Your skill with a sword is amazing, Lio. You shouldn't doubt yourself.''

Just as Alaric spoke, a few people appeared next to them. Archer looked up to see Maeve, Aurelia, and Eveline standing there. The orange-haired girl grinned when she saw him and commented, ''It's good to see you again, Arch,'' after the greeting, she leaned in close, allowing him to see some of her cleavage as she whispered. ''I can't wait to see what you do when at the wedding. The thought excites me.''

Archer glanced downward, drawn to her large boobs and seductive curves that seemed to fill his vision. However, Maeve's smooth and alluring voice snapped his attention back to her face.

"Eyes up here, handsome," she purred. "Now, are you still going to rescue me from that nightmare?"

Meeting her gaze, Archer detected a mix of emotions in her grey eyes: hope, attraction, and a hint of longing. He shook his head lightly and replied, "Of course. I've already created a plan, but you'll have to wait and see how it unfolds."

Maeve smiled as she leaned over and kissed his cheek softly before joining his girls and started chatting while eyeing him occasionally. The rabbit girl greeted him next with a big smile and glowing red eyes, ''Hello, Archer. How are you finding the tournament so far?''

He looked at the beautiful bunny girl whose white hair was tied into a ponytail and was wearing leather adventurers armor that allowed her easy movement, but she afforded her decent protection.

Archer leaned back in his seat as Maeve and Aurelia chatted with the other girls. They started gossiping as he scanned the arena until Eveline sat beside him, her gaze fixed on the ongoing battles.

"It's really exciting, isn't it?" Archer remarked, breaking the silence between them.

Eveline turned to him with a smile, her eyes shining enthusiastically, "Absolutely. Something is thrilling about watching fighters clash. The suspense, the strategy... it's all so fascinating."

Archer nodded in agreement, "Indeed. Each person brings their own fighting style and methods to the stage. I love seeing how they adapt to the fights."

Eveline's face lit up with interest, "I've always been drawn to the art of combat. The way warriors move with precision and grace, their determination shining through every strike... it's truly inspiring."

Archer chuckled softly, "You sound like a true warrior, Eveline."

She grinned, a playful glint in her eyes. "Perhaps I am, in my own way. But there's still much I have to learn. Watching these fights, though, it ignites a fire within me to improve and hone my skills."

"Same here," Archer admitted, a sense of friendship forming between them. "There's always room to grow, no matter how skilled we become. That's what makes the journey so exciting."

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