Tournament Start

The colossal arena, akin to a gargantuan beast lying dormant, bustled with life. Thousands upon thousands of spectators were nestled within its structure, their vibrant voices and eager movements making the stadium pulse with effervescent energy. Feet rhythmically pounded against the hard stone floor, their synchronized rhythm reverberating through the air, while their roars, cheers, and whistles filled the ambient soundscape, injecting a sense of vibrant anticipation. The sea of spectators was a rainbow of hues as cultivators from different sects adorned various outfits – but most noticeably, groups of disciples could be spotted wearing similar-colored robes or designs, reflecting their respective sect allegiances.

Suddenly, all eyes turned towards the arena's center, where a figure started to rise, levitating. In his hands, he held a mic-like artifact. This man – the presenter – finally hovered in mid-air in the arena's heart, his voice boomed across the stadium, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! The tournament is about to begin! Its purpose is not only to discover the new talents of this era but to also be chosen to enter the Primordial Rift! Only the best of the best will have a chance to participate. Now the question is, are you one of them?!" His words sent a surge of electrifying energy through the crowd, triggering a deafening roar that shook the heavens. The tournament had officially begun.

The first battle was between disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Sect and the Red Turtle Sect. Immediately, the arena transformed into a battlefield – the air buzzing with weapon clashes and energy blasts. The Heavenly Dragon Sect's disciple, a young man with a dragon tattoo winding down his arm, moved like lightning, his palms morphing into dragon claws. He slashed at his opponent, each strike carrying the wrath of a storm, while the Red Turtle Sect's disciple struggled to defend. The battle ended swiftly, the Red Turtle disciple being blown away by a massive dragon-shaped energy blast. The victory was undoubtedly the Heavenly Dragon Sect's.

The energy in the arena shifted as a new challenger was announced. Lee, a disciple under Thanos' guidance, took the stage. His confident stride, coupled with his unwavering gaze, had the elders of the Heavenly Dragon Sect nodding in approval. Then, his opponent descended onto the arena – a raven-haired beauty from the Undying Phoenix Sect, dressed in a fiery orange robe. In each hand, she held an inverted blade, her every move radiating an aura of lethal grace. The crowd on her side cheered her on, some even hailing her as a goddess or fairy.

The presenter declared the commencement of the battle, and instantly, Lee charged at his opponent. She sneered at his bare hands but quickly learned to respect his fist techniques as he nimbly maneuvered around her blades, striking with precision and strength. The woman was forced to dodge, parry, and counter, each movement displaying her exceptional agility and combat acumen. The crowd held its collective breath as Lee performed a backflip to dodge a swift blade attack, seamlessly turning his evasion into a forward charge. With each passing moment, the fight grew fiercer, the spectators' excitement spiking when the first blood was drawn.

Meanwhile, among the spectators, a certain Titan found his attention temporarily diverted from the thrilling battle. A food merchant's call caught his attention, and his gaze landed on the vendor's tray, where the beverage of his heart sat enticingly. Ignoring the bemused stares from the crowd, he purchased dozens of the beverages, his heart content. Refreshments in hand, he turned his attention back to the fight unfolding in the arena, eager to see how it would progress.

Lee's fists moved like lightning, leaving behind afterimages that blurred the eyes of onlookers. The fiery-robbed woman, nimble as a fox, danced around his relentless assault, her blades glinting menacingly. Every clash sparked energy flares, the power of their techniques colliding sending out waves that rippled the air.

A punch from Lee was narrowly parried, his raw power sending her blades skidding across the arena floor. Undeterred, the woman retaliated with a series of rapid stabs. The crowd held their breath as Lee twisted his body, avoiding each strike with the barest of margins.

The woman launched forward, her blades singing a deadly song. Lee, however, sprang high into the air, avoiding the deadly arc of her swing. As he descended, he brought his fist down with the wrath of a thunderbolt. The woman crossed her blades over her head just in time, the impact sending a shockwave rippling through the arena.

The audience gasped as Lee's bare hand met her fiery blade, a shower of sparks exploding from the point of impact. His fist seemed to be enveloped by an ethereal dragon, while her blade shimmered with the majestic aura of a phoenix. The collision of the titanic forces shook the arena, drawing blood from both fighters. The crowd's roar reached a crescendo as the onlookers watched the spectacle unfold in a spellbound daze.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Lee launched a swift counterattack. He rolled forward, closing the distance between them, his every movement radiating deadly intent. With a swift uppercut, he landed a solid hit on the woman's abdomen, sending her flying backward. The crowd erupted into a thunderous applause as the dust settled and Lee stood alone in the center, victorious. His confident grin was visible even from a distance as he raised his fists, soaking in the resounding cheers from the crowd.

From his place in the crowd, the Titan raised a cup of his favorite beverage in salute, a smile of satisfaction etched on his face. Even as the roars of the crowd resounded around him, and the scent of freshly spilled blood filled the air, he couldn't help but take a satisfying sip of his drink. The tournament was off to a thrilling start, and he couldn't wait for the battles yet to unfold.