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A hard-to-describe heaviness filled the meeting room.
Everyone wore a solemn expression, some even looking troubled, their moods seeming to shift unpredictably.
But this was the reality.
Not just the reality faced by the "Thirteen," but the reality faced by all the glove wielders who dreamed of claiming the Demon King's throne.
Whenever Luo Zhen was mentioned, the contestants would inevitably react like this.
There was nothing they could do.
"Without a doubt, that 'Fimbulwinter' is the most terrifying opponent standing in the way of the Demon King's throne."
Olga became serious.
"This opponent is simply too frightening. Leaving everything else aside, even the Strongest Magus of the 19th Century was no match for him and fell at his hands. Tell me, how are we supposed to defeat an opponent like that?"
As she said this, a trace of helplessness entered Olga's voice.
It was easy to imagine how troubled they were when faced with an opponent as terrifying as Luo Zhen.
He was the man who had defeated the Strongest Magus of the 19th Century.
The Night Banquet was held once every four years, and a Demon King was born once every four years. But the Strongest Magus of the 19th Century had appeared only once in an entire century—a single person born once every hundred years. It was obvious, just by thinking about it, how much stronger he was than a Demon King.
For someone like that to fall before Luo Zhen could only mean one thing.
Luo Zhen was an existence even stronger than a Demon King.
How could anyone not feel helpless when such an existence appeared in a mere Night Banquet and competed for the Demon King's throne against a group of students?
Therefore, let alone Luo Zhen himself—even the others felt that someone