The experience in the forest had been invaluable for Rudhra and Aelina. Both had stepped into the Tempered Realm and gained significant combat experience. Rudhra spent the rest of his days attending lectures, taking it slow, and letting his body and mind adapt to the new level of power he had attained. He and the monkey became an odd but inseparable pair in the outer sect.
The monkey, whom Rudhra named Miko, often wandered off on its own adventures. One day, Rudhra found himself chuckling as he watched Miko sneak into the dining hall, snatching a piece of fruit from a distracted disciple's plate. Another time, Miko returned with a shiny trinket it had "borrowed" from an unsuspecting elder's room, proudly presenting it to Rudhra as a gift.
"Miko, you little thief," Rudhra laughed, returning the trinket to its rightful owner, who merely shook his head in amusement.
Despite the monkey's antics, Rudhra maintained his daily practice with unwavering discipline. He honed his skills, perfecting the Primal Strike Spear Method and further enhancing his Qi control. He knew that the upcoming competition was crucial for his progress.
The outer sect buzzed with excitement and nervous energy as the King's Tournament approached. This competition was the gateway to entering a different dimension at the end of the year to form their spirits. Every outer disciple, especially those at the peak of the Tempered Realm, was training tirelessly.
Among the many seasoned fighters, there were only four newcomers, including Rudhra. The others were all peak Tempered Realm disciples, their bodies and minds tempered by rigorous training and countless battles. But Rudhra was different; his raw power and extraordinary abilities set him apart even among the elite.
The days leading up to the tournament were filled with anticipation. Rudhra observed the other disciples, noting their strengths and weaknesses. He saw Aelina training intensely with her comrades, her graceful movements and sharp instincts making her a formidable opponent. Miko often accompanied Rudhra to the training grounds, chattering excitedly and mimicking his movements.
On the eve of the tournament, the outer sect held a gathering where the elders offered words of encouragement. The air was thick with the promise of glory and the weight of expectations. Rudhra stood at the back, Miko perched on his shoulder, feeling the calm before the storm.
The day of the tournament arrived. The outer sect's arena was filled with disciples, elders, and spectators eager to witness the display of martial prowess. The top thirty contestants would earn the chance to enter the mysterious dimension and form their spirits, a coveted honor that could change their fates forever.
Rudhra stood among the competitors, his spear in hand and his eyes filled with determination. Aelina glanced his way, her expression a mix of excitement and resolve. The elders began the opening ceremony, their voices echoing across the arena.
"Let the King's Tournament begin!" one of the elders announced, and the crowd erupted in cheers.