Chapter 10: Unveiling Strength

The battle against Liu Ming had shocked the audience, but for Tian, it was just a warm-up.

The tournament was far from over, and he had two more battles to win before advancing to the main event.

But this time, his opponents wouldn't take him lightly.

The Second Match: Lin Feng – The Wind Sword Prodigy

As Liu Ming was carried away, the elder in charge of the matches spoke again.

"Next match—Li Tian vs. Lin Feng!"

A murmur spread through the crowd.

"Lin Feng? He's one of the top ten Inner Sect disciples!"

"I heard his Wind Sword Art makes him as fast as a hurricane!"

Unlike Liu Ming, Lin Feng was calm and composed. He had seen the previous fight and understood—this opponent was terrifying.

But that didn't mean he would surrender.

Stepping onto the platform, he unsheathed his sword. The moment he did, a sharp gust of wind surged around him, making his robes flutter.

He cupped his fists. "Young Master Tian, I won't hold back."

Tian nodded. "Good. I hope you last longer than the last one."

The crowd gasped.

"Did he just insult Lin Feng?"

Lin Feng took a deep breath. Then—the battle began.

A Storm of Blades

The moment the elder signaled, Lin Feng vanished.

SHH!

A powerful gust of wind surged as multiple blades of air cut toward Tian from all directions.

Wind Sword Art – Thousand Blades Dance!

This was Lin Feng's ultimate technique, a barrage of sword Qi-infused wind slashes that overwhelmed enemies instantly.

But—

BOOM!

A wave of golden Qi exploded from Tian, erasing every single wind blade before they could even reach him.

Lin Feng's expression changed.

"What?!"

Tian's stance had not changed. He simply stood there, his gaze cold.

"Is this all?" he asked.

Lin Feng clenched his jaw. He dashed forward, his sword flickering with green energy.

Wind Steps – Phantom Mirage!

His figure split into six, each one attacking from a different angle.

A powerful technique that had never failed him before.

But Tian simply closed his eyes.

The crowd was confused.

"What's he doing?"

"He's not even looking at the attacks!"

Lin Feng's sword slashed toward Tian's shoulder. Victory was within reach.

Then—

BOOM!

Tian vanished.

Lin Feng's blade cut through air.

A voice whispered from behind him.

"Too slow."

Lin Feng's eyes widened in horror. Before he could react, a palm struck his back.

BANG!

Lin Feng was sent flying across the arena, crashing into the ground.

A deep silence filled the coliseum.

Then—an eruption of disbelief.

"What the hell?!"

"He dodged at the last moment?!"

"No… He didn't dodge. He just moved too fast for us to see!"

Lin Feng groaned, trying to stand. But his legs trembled.

Tian walked toward him slowly. "I admire your courage, but you lack power."

With that, he flicked his finger.

BOOM!

A powerful force blasted Lin Feng out of the arena.

The second match was over.

The Final Opponent: Wei Rong – The Iron Titan

After a short break, the elder in charge called the last match.

"Final match—Li Tian vs. Wei Rong!"

This time, the audience exploded in excitement.

"Finally! Wei Rong is one of the strongest Inner Sect disciples!"

"He has the Titan Bloodline, making his body as strong as divine steel!"

"I heard even Core Formation elders struggle to injure him!"

Wei Rong stepped onto the arena. He was a massive youth, nearly twice the size of Tian, with bulging muscles and a glowing golden aura surrounding him.

"Boy," he rumbled. "I don't care how talented you are. Your speed won't save you this time."

Tian gave a small smirk.

"Then let's see if you can withstand my strength."

Wei Rong roared. "I'll crush you!"

The match began.

A Clash of Power

Unlike the previous fights, Tian didn't move first.

Wei Rong stomped forward, shaking the ground with every step. His Titan Aura flared, making him glow like a golden god.

"Take this—Titan Fist!"

BOOM!

His fist crashed down like a meteor, aiming to flatten Tian in a single blow.

CRACK!

The entire platform shattered from the force.

Dust and debris exploded into the air.

The crowd held their breath.

"Did he…?"

But then—a golden light flashed.

Tian stood there, completely unharmed.

Because he had caught Wei Rong's fist.

With one hand.

Wei Rong's face twisted in shock. "Impossible!"

Tian's grip tightened. Crack!

Wei Rong winced as his knuckles fractured from Tian's sheer strength.

Then, without warning—

BOOM!

Tian twisted Wei Rong's arm and slammed him into the ground.

The entire arena shook.

A massive crater formed where Wei Rong landed, his body buried deep into the stone.

The audience fell into complete silence.

Then—

ROAR!!!

They erupted into cheers and screams.

"Unbelievable!"

"He overpowered the Titan Bloodline?!"

Even the elders stood from their seats.

Grand Elder Li Shenzu's eyes gleamed. "This child… his physical strength is monstrous."

Wei Rong groaned, barely conscious. He had lost.

Tian looked down at him and said, "Strength isn't just about size. Remember that."

With that, he turned away.

The elder in charge of the match raised his hand.

"Winner—Li Tian!"

Tian had won all three matches.

And with that—he had officially entered the Main Tournament.