Chapter 45: Rising Tensions

With the survival challenge behind him, Shenlong felt the weight of his achievements as well as the looming threats that lay ahead. The trials were designed to weed out the weak and unworthy, and the next stages promised even more brutal tests of strength and endurance. However, it was not just the trials that occupied his mind, but the whispers and jealousy that seemed to follow him wherever he went. His unexpected success, particularly in the company of someone like Feng, had stirred resentment among other disciples.

In the training grounds, as Shenlong practiced his forms, he noticed several disciples watching him with narrowed eyes, murmuring to each other. Some were former friends, others rivals, but all seemed wary of the new Shenlong—the one who had defied his "trash" label and emerged victorious from the Verdant Abyss.

One of them, Li Jiang, an ambitious disciple from a noble family, approached him. With a mocking smile, Li Jiang's tone was loud enough for everyone around to hear. "So, the rumors are true. The 'talentless' Shenlong somehow crawled his way out of the survival challenge. I'd almost say it's a miracle."

Shenlong looked at him calmly, aware that Li Jiang sought to undermine him in front of the other disciples. "A miracle, or maybe just the hard work you've always ignored," he replied, his voice steady.

Li Jiang's face twisted, his pride pricked. He laughed, though there was no humor in his tone. "Hard work, huh? Let's see if that 'hard work' of yours is any match for my skill. How about a duel? Or are you afraid?"

The crowd's murmur grew, their eyes on Shenlong. He could sense their doubts, their anticipation, and their desire to see him fall. A duel with Li Jiang was risky; Jiang was known for his lightning-speed techniques and his powerful spiritual weapon—a jade sword that had been infused with his own spirit energy.

Without flinching, Shenlong met Li Jiang's gaze. "Fine," he said, his voice calm. "Let's settle this."