Life in the Celestial Sword Sect was harsh. Lei Chen quickly realized that every day was a battle—if not against the environment, then against his fellow disciples. The training was grueling, designed to push the body and mind to their absolute limits.
It was during one of these training sessions that Lei Chen first crossed paths with Lin Wei, a core disciple with a reputation for cruelty. Lin Wei was everything Lei Chen wasn't—a swordsman of extraordinary talent, praised for his discipline and mastery.
One afternoon, as the inner disciples gathered in the training courtyard, Lin Wei noticed Lei Chen practicing a technique that wasn't sword-based. With a mocking laugh, he approached.
"You think you can survive here without wielding a sword?" Lin Wei asked, his voice dripping with disdain. "This is the Celestial Sword Sect. You don't belong here."
"I'll prove that strength comes in many forms," Lei Chen replied, refusing to back down.
Lin Wei's eyes narrowed. "Then prove it. Let's see how well your strength holds up against a real swordsman."
The challenge was set. The other disciples gathered, eager to watch the spectacle. Lin Wei's reputation was well-known—no one had ever bested him in the inner courtyard duels.
The fight was brutal. Lin Wei's sword strikes were fast and lethal, and Lei Chen struggled to keep up, his movements slower by comparison. But as the fight dragged on, Lei Chen began to adjust. He tapped into his War God techniques, pushing his body beyond its limits.
With a roar, he unleashed a burst of power, sending Lin Wei stumbling back. The duel ended in a stalemate, but the message was clear—Lei Chen wasn't to be underestimated.
Lin Wei's eyes burned with hatred. "This isn't over, Lei Chen. You've made an enemy today."