The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven)

Chapter 162

Chapter 162

The moment his words fell, the already quiet courtyard fell into complete silence.

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The middle-aged host gave a small nod to the crowd, then spoke with calm authority, "First, allow me to welcome all of you to tonight's event. To ensure our esteemed guests are all on the same page, let me briefly explain what's about to take place."

"Everyone here knows that each family who attended Lorne's banquet last night received three recommendation slots for the Hundred-Man Unit.

However, not every family has enough capable descendants. Some, even after scraping together three names, are well aware their candidates don't stand a chance of actually making it into the Unit."

"In order not to waste these precious spots," he continued, "the heads of the families have reached an agreement: the positions will go to the most qualified. As of now, each family has selected three candidates and ranked them according to strength."

With that, he stepped aside and gestured toward the tall white curtain behind the stone platform. "Please, turn your attention to the screen."

As soon as he finished, the screen lit up, revealing rows of names-Regalhold's top-tier families, their three chosen candidates, and each candidate's warrior rank.

Raven gave the list a cursory glance.

Because she had personally added the restriction that only warriors twenty-five and under could apply, the majority of candidates were at Mid-Class Warrior level.

A few were still Base-Class, and only three had managed to reach Elite Warrior status.

The host resumed, "Any warrior present tonight who was not recommended by a family may issue a challenge to one of the listed candidates. If they win, they will replace the candidate and inherit the recommendation slot.”

"Of course, this isn't a free pass. Anyone who wins a slot must agree to assist the family in times of crisis. This is the price of the opportunity."

As his words landed, eyes throughout the crowd lit with hunger.

Though everyone here came from powerful families, even within those, not everyone was equal.

Some who couldn't even get a foot in the door at home might be top-tier talent in another house.

And now, they had a real shot-one fight, one victory, and they could earn a place in the legendary Hundred-Man Unit.

For them, this wasn't just an opportunity. It was destiny.

The host raised his voice once more. "Candidates may also challenge one another. In the end, the strongest will be named champion among all contenders and receive an exclusive honor jointly awarded by the five great houses. That's all for the rules. If anyone wishes to challenge-begin.”

a soft, polite smile. "From the way Edric addressed you earlier, I assume you're a

at her, her voice calm and unmoved. "Not

though it carried a tinge of mockery

could reply, a voice

"I'll go first."

Heads turned.

stepped out from the crowd,

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and the moment it radiated outward,

"Mid-Class Pinnacle Warrior?"

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through the audience in this world, warriors were divided into Base Class, Mid Class, and Elite, each with five internal ranks. Caleb had reached the

three-star. But after being forged under Raven's hellish training, he now stood tall, commanding, and

reborn.

Mid-Class Pinnacle at his age? That's...

Why isn't he on

nominees. Judging from that aura,

challengers are going to have a tough time following

awe echoed throughout the

built

operated on might makes

stage, a rare flash of

earlier, assuming he was forgettable. But now, seeing him up

Raven and Caleb together to keep Raven from clinging to Cassian. But seeing this? There

strength, she was no match

stepped onto the stone platform and casually selected the third-ranked candidate from one of the

a Base-Class Pinnacle Warrior.

already shaking

than ten seconds later, he

crowd, a chorus of squeals

my god,

which family he's from? Is

you think... maybe I

eyes. "With your rank? Please. Guys like him don't just want beauty. They want power. We're lucky if we even get to drool