The day of departure finally arrived.
At the main gate of the Royal Academy, a giant airship was docked. It was carved with patterns of dragons and phoenixes, emitting a powerful energy fluctuation.
All the selected students were gathered there. There were about twenty people, including Anthony, Yan Zhuo, and Julian.
"Listen up, everyone!" Elder Qing stood at the front, his voice serious. "We are going to the Heavenly Peak Mountain. The journey will take three days. During the competition, you must uphold the dignity of our Academy. But remember, safety first! If you encounter an enemy you cannot defeat, admit defeat immediately!"
"Yes, Elder!"
"Anthony!" Yan Zhuo ran over, carrying a big bag. "I brought dried meat and fruits! We can share them on the ship!"
"You are still thinking about food," Anthony laughed. "Alright, let's go."
They boarded the airship. As soon as they stepped on, they saw many people from other academies arriving on different flying tools. Some rode swords, some rode giant birds.
"Look! That is the team from the Sword Sect! Their uniforms are so cool!"
"And those girls from the Heavenly Fragrance Palace... they are so beautiful!"
Suddenly, the atmosphere turned cold. A massive ship painted red and gold arrived. Standing on the deck were dozens of powerful experts. And at the very front was a young man in white clothes, holding a folding fan, looking at everyone with superiority.
"That's Zhao Feng!" someone whispered. "The number one genius! The Young Master of the Zhao Clan!"
Zhao Feng's gaze swept across the crowd. When he saw Anthony, he paused for a second, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, then looked away.
"He looks down on us," Yan Zhuo puffed her cheeks angrily. "Wait till we beat him in the competition!"
"He will know soon enough," Anthony said calmly. "Who is truly worthy of being called a genius."