Upon hearing this, the other six dukes all turned curious gazes toward Velin.
Some were meeting this Qixing Count for the first time, while others had met him many times before. All of them had heard stories about him.
At times, they even envied Duke Moravia. Why didn't they have such an outstanding grandson?
"There are still six hours until the coronation ceremony, so I've chosen to decide the outcome with a single battle." Velin smiled as he spoke unhurriedly.
"Then one battle it is."
Since Duke Moravia had already spoken, the other six dukes exchanged glances but voiced no objections.
After all, a one-against-six battle favored them.
Besides, even if they wanted to object, Duke Moravia would not listen to them. They might as well keep quiet rather than embarrass themselves before the younger generation.
The next moment, an enormous arena descended from the sky and crashed onto the ground, kicking up a storm of yellow sand.
"Still."
In an instant, the countless sandstorms vanished into nothingness, and all returned to calm.
Just as Velin wondered what his grandfather intended to do next, the scene before him abruptly became illusory. When the surroundings solidified once more, he found himself standing at the center of the massive arena.
The six people opposite him had already assumed fighting stances. Judging by their expressions, they seemed to have communicated through telepathy.
This arena, covering roughly 31.4 square kilometers, would serve as the battlefield for the seven of them.
Velin sensed his surroundings and found that the space had been reinforced.
With their strength, it would be difficult to damage the space here, so there was no possibility of shattering it.
The seven dukes stood in the air, looking down at the arena below as they prepared to watch the coming battle.
Yet