Bloodline of the Phoenix

A grand, abandoned temple outside Jakarta, once a sanctuary, is now repurposed as a Nine Dragons meeting ground. Faint moonlight filters through broken windows, casting jagged shadows across the stone floor. Dust lingers in the air, disturbed only by the slow, deliberate steps of the two men about to clash.

Felix walks forward, breathing steady despite the tension coiling in his chest. Across from him, Liang Ren stands in the dim light, the smirk on his face betraying nothing but supreme confidence.

“You were the prototype,” Liang Ren says, his voice a smooth blade slicing through the silence. “I am the perfected version.”

Felix remains unfazed. “And yet, here I stand.”

A soft chuckle echoes from the sidelines. Huang Jin, clad in an immaculate white suit, leans against a pillar with effortless ease. His gaze flickers between the two men, assessing, calculating. “Perhaps not for long.”