Final round of arena competition.
The Battle Begins
Bohang charged at me, his fists glowing with an intense crimson energy.
His speed was breathtaking, but I was ready.
Dodging his first strike by inches, I countered with a swift jab to his ribs.
My fist connected, but it felt like punching reinforced steel. Bohang's smirk widened as he retaliated with a sweeping blow.
I ducked under it, rolling away to create distance.
"You're quicker than I thought," he admitted, his voice carrying a grudging hint of respect.
"But let's see how long you can keep dodging."
The ground shook as Bohang slammed his fist down, unleashing his signature
Crimson Palm Strike.
A wave of fiery energy erupted, cracking the arena floor and sending clouds of dust into the air.
I leapt into the sky, narrowly avoiding the brunt of the attack, but Bohang was relentless.
Before I could regain my footing, he was on me again, his fists swinging like hammers.
Realizing I couldn't keep this pace forever, I shifted tactics.
Using my agility, I baited Bohang into overextending, landing quick, precise strikes to his arms and legs.
While my attacks weren't powerful enough to break through his iron-like defense, they began to slow him down.
"You're like an annoying fly," Bohang growled, his frustration palpable. "Stay still and fight me properly!"
As the battle dragged on, Bohang's movements became heavier, though his attacks remained devastating.
I could sense he was preparing something big.
And then it happened.
Bohang roared, slamming his fist into the earth once more.
This time, the entire arena trembled as he activated his ultimate technique—
Infernal Fury.
A crimson aura engulfed his body, his power surging to terrifying levels.
The heat from his energy alone felt suffocating, and the crowd murmured in awe and fear.
Summoning my inner strength, I reached for the golden trident-shaped axe strapped to my back—
the Erlang Shen Axe,
a gift from my master. Its radiant glow bathed the arena, and gasps of shock rippled through the audience.
Bohang's eyes widened in disbelief.
"That… that weapon…!"
The First Elder's voice carried through the silence.
"The legendary weapon of the Erlang Sheng"
Everyone was mesmerized….
"How did he acquire that weapon?..... ?
Bohang- "even if you have that weapon, you will not go against me."
Elder of the blood air village - "perhaps that boy is destined to be yielded. Today he surprised me after many years."
I took a deep breath, feeling the energy of the axe merge with my own.
Bohang charged at me, his aura blazing like a wildfire.
I raised the axe, channeling its power, and met him head-on.
The clash of our energies created a shockwave so intense that it swept spectators off their feet.
Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring the battlefield.
The Master's Intervention
Bohang was undeterred.
Even after our clash, he came at me again, preparing another
Crimson Palm Strike.
I could feel the weight of his attack bearing down on me, my legs trembling under the strain.
Then, I heard a voice within me—calm, powerful, and familiar.
"Yin," my master's voice echoed.
"It is time."
Suddenly, a warm surge of energy coursed through me.
My master's soul, which had been dormant within me, merged with mine.
My body felt lighter, my vision sharper, and my movements swiffer.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
Master- " I will help you win the battle."
'THANK YOU, master".
With his spiritual soul, the master soul merged with my body and I could feel the immense power contained in my Qi and mana.
The air elemental boosts my strength with master.
Perhaps the master has a fire elemental core because when he releases his skill last time, it releases fire that time.
I have to help refine my master's body and I want to be strong.
In the middle of the battle ,
"Why does the master want to refine his body? What quest he have to do"
I am thinking about that but right now I have to focus on this fight.
With this newfound strength, I activated
Dragon Fire Breath.
Releasing the trident axe…mass air sweepb across the battlefield.
The intense heat melted the arena floor and forced Bohang to retreat, his aura flickering as he struggled to defend against the onslaught.
The crowd screamed in astonishment, some shielding their faces from the blistering heat.
When the flames subsided, the once-pristine arena was in ruins.
The First Elder, standing tall amidst the chaos, murmured,
"Hmm… this era is going to change again after hundreds of years."
What flame or core does the master have?
Bohang, though battered and drained, refused to give up.
He stumbled forward, his fists raised in defiance.
"You… won't… beat me!" he shouted, his voice hoarse.
I admired his determination, but the battle was over.
With one final surge of energy, I closed the gap between us and delivered a spinning kick to his chest, followed by an energy-infused strike with the axe to hisVajra Body, breaking his body seals
Bohang fell to his knees, gasping for air.
"You… little…" he muttered before collapsing, unable to stand.
The arena fell silent for a moment before erupting into deafening cheers.
"How can the first level 3 star beat the first level 5 star?
The First Elder stepped forward, his voice booming over the noise.
"The winner of the Annual Clan Arena Competition is Yin!"
I stood in the center of the field, the Erlang Sheng Axe still glowing in my hand, as the weight of my victory sank in.
My family rushed to my side, their faces alight with pride.
As the crowd celebrated, the Elder raised his hand for silence.
"Today, Yin has proven himself not only as a warrior but as a symbol of strength and determination for our village.
He will now have the honor of studying at the prestigious Quinzhe Academy of the Southeast, representing the Blood Air Village as its most competent warrior."
The crowd erupted again, but not everyone was celebrating.
Bohang and his family stood at the edge of the field, their expressions dark with anger and resentment.
Bohang's father, a respected elder in the village, glared at me with thinly veiled hostility.
"This isn't over," Bohang muttered as he was helped away.
As the celebrations continued, I couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and anticipation.
"Thank you master."
Master- "hahaha". . .
The path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but I was ready.
My master's teachings, my family's support, and the trust of my village would guide me.
Standing tall amidst the ruins of the arena, I looked to the horizon, the golden axe in my hand a testament to the journey ahead.
This was only the beginning.
I left the arena with pride putting my axe in the seal storage.
Elder - "we should support Yin, he is our future savior"