Chapter 12: The Rising Storm in the Tournament

The aftermath of Jiang Chen's first match still echoed through the arena. His effortless victory over Wei Long had left many in shock, while others watched him with newfound interest. But Jiang Chen remained composed. This was only the first step.

As he walked toward the waiting area, a familiar voice called out.

"Not bad," said Xiao Lan, a fellow disciple with a reputation for his swordsmanship. He stood with arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on Jiang Chen. "But don't think the next rounds will be so easy."

Jiang Chen met his stare and nodded. "I wouldn't expect them to be."

Xiao Lan smirked before turning away. Meanwhile, other disciples whispered among themselves.

"Xiao Lan is ranked among the top ten. If Jiang Chen wants to advance, he'll have to face him sooner or later."

"Not just him—there's still Fang Zhi, the monstrous spear user, and of course, Mo Tian."

Jiang Chen ignored the murmurs. He wasn't concerned about future opponents yet. Right now, his focus was on the next battle.

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The Second Round: A Stronger Challenge

The elder overseeing the tournament raised his hand, silencing the arena. "Round two begins! The next match—Jiang Chen vs. Zhao Min!"

Zhao Min stepped onto the stage—a tall, muscular disciple with a cold expression. He was known for his Ironwood Body, a cultivation technique that made his skin as tough as steel. Many had fallen to his brutal attacks, unable to break through his defenses.

"I saw your last fight," Zhao Min said, rolling his shoulders. "But if you think you can defeat me that easily, you're mistaken."

Jiang Chen gave a small nod, unfazed. "We'll see."

The elder raised his hand. "Begin!"

Zhao Min wasted no time. He stomped forward, his heavy steps cracking the stone platform beneath him. His palm shot out, carrying immense force.

Boom!

Jiang Chen dodged just in time, feeling the shockwave of the attack behind him. Zhao Min wasn't just strong—his speed was deceptive for his size.

"Not bad," Jiang Chen muttered.

He dashed forward, his palm glowing with condensed Qi. He struck Zhao Min's ribs, aiming for a weak spot.

Thud!

His attack landed cleanly—but Zhao Min barely flinched.

A chuckle rumbled from Zhao Min's chest. "Did you really think that would work?" He retaliated instantly, swinging a massive fist at Jiang Chen's side.

Jiang Chen leapt backward, but Zhao Min pursued relentlessly, launching a barrage of iron-hard punches. The arena trembled with each impact.

Jiang Chen weaved through the attacks, his footwork fluid like flowing water. He analyzed Zhao Min's movements, searching for an opening.

There!

Right before Zhao Min could throw another punch, Jiang Chen stepped in close—too close for his opponent to react in time. He struck with pinpoint accuracy, hitting Zhao Min's elbow joint.

Crack!

Zhao Min's arm bent unnaturally, his expression twisting in pain.

"Argh!"

Jiang Chen didn't hesitate. He unleashed a palm strike to the chest, sending Zhao Min flying backward. Boom! He crashed onto the ground, gasping for air.

The elder stepped forward. "Winner—Jiang Chen!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, even louder than before.

"He beat Zhao Min?! That Ironwood Body technique wasn't enough?"

"This Jiang Chen… just how strong is he?"

Jiang Chen calmly stepped down from the platform. He could feel the gazes of disciples—some filled with admiration, others with hostility.

One of those gazes belonged to Mo Tian.

Their eyes met for a brief moment. Mo Tian smirked, the kind of smirk that promised a coming storm.

Jiang Chen knew it wouldn't be long before they faced each other.

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Unexpected Rivalry

As Jiang Chen rested, he felt another presence approaching. He turned to see Fang Zhi, the top disciple known for his brutal spear techniques.

"You've been making quite a name for yourself," Fang Zhi said, gripping the long spear at his side. "I hope I get the chance to fight you soon."

Jiang Chen studied him. Fang Zhi wasn't arrogant, but there was an intensity in his gaze—a thirst for battle.

"We'll see," Jiang Chen replied.

Before Fang Zhi could respond, the next match was announced.

"Xiao Lan vs. Wu Hai!"

Jiang Chen watched closely. Xiao Lan's sword style was elegant, his movements precise. He overwhelmed Wu Hai with sheer skill, ending the match in minutes.

Jiang Chen clenched his fist. He would have to be even stronger if he wanted to win this tournament.

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The Final Rounds Draw Near

The second round came to a close, leaving only sixteen disciples remaining. The next battles would be tougher, and Jiang Chen knew his greatest challenges were still ahead.

As he sat in quiet meditation, preparing for what was to come, he couldn't shake the feeling that his true battle had yet to begin.

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