The sun rose high in the sky, casting a brilliant golden light over the village. Xiang Chen awoke with a surge of excitement, his mind racing with thoughts of the tournament. Today was the day he would step into the arena and prove himself.
After a quick breakfast of rice and pickled vegetables, he donned a simple but sturdy training outfit. The fabric was light yet durable, allowing for freedom of movement. He tied his hair back, ensuring it wouldn't obstruct his vision during the battles ahead.
As he stepped outside, the village buzzed with activity. Colorful banners hung from every corner, and the air was filled with the sounds of laughter, chatter, and the occasional clang of metal as competitors prepared for the day's events. The excitement was palpable.
"Look! There's the new guy!" a voice called out. Xiang Chen turned to see a group of young cultivators pointing and whispering. He felt a mixture of pride and nervousness as he walked past them.
The central square had transformed into a vibrant arena, with a wooden stage at its center surrounded by spectators. Villagers from all around gathered to witness the tournament, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. Xiang Chen felt a rush of adrenaline as he approached the crowd.
He made his way to the registration booth, where the elder from the previous day greeted him. "Ah, Xiang Chen! Ready to show your skills?" the elder asked, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Yes, Elder. I'm ready," Xiang Chen replied, determination clear in his voice.
"Excellent. Remember, the tournament consists of three rounds: combat, strategy, and resilience. Each round will test different aspects of your abilities," the elder explained. "Now, take a seat in the waiting area until your turn is called."
Xiang Chen nodded and found a spot in the shade, mentally preparing himself. As he sat, he observed the other competitors—some were calm and collected, while others paced nervously, shadowboxing or practicing techniques.
Suddenly, a loud horn blared, and the elder raised his hand to address the crowd. "Welcome, everyone, to the Annual Village Tournament! Today, we will witness extraordinary displays of talent and skill from our aspiring cultivators! Let the first round commence!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, the energy electrifying. Xiang Chen's heart raced. This was it—the moment he had been preparing for.
"First up, we have Zhang Wei versus Liu Feng!" the elder announced, and the two competitors stepped onto the stage, both exuding confidence.
Xiang Chen watched intently as the two young men exchanged blows. Zhang Wei was a muscular fighter with a powerful stance, while Liu Feng was lean and quick, darting around with agility. The crowd cheered with every hit and dodge, and Xiang Chen felt a surge of inspiration.
As the battle unfolded, he took mental notes of their techniques and strategies, analyzing their strengths and weaknesses. Zhang Wei eventually overpowered Liu Feng with a devastating punch, earning a roar of approval from the audience.
"Next up, Xiang Chen!" the elder called, pulling Xiang Chen from his thoughts. He felt a rush of nerves but quickly steeled himself.
Xiang Chen stepped onto the stage, feeling the weight of the crowd's gaze. Across from him stood a girl with striking red hair and a fierce determination in her eyes. "I'm Mei Ling. Let's see what you've got!" she said, smirking confidently.
The elder raised his hand. "Begin!"
Without hesitation, Xiang Chen launched into action. He remembered the technique he had practiced—the Inner Flame Fist. Gathering his energy, he channeled it into his fist, feeling the heat radiate as he charged toward Mei Ling.
She responded quickly, dodging to the side and countering with a flurry of strikes. Xiang Chen barely managed to block her punches, each one striking with surprising force. "You're quick!" he said, impressed by her agility.
"And you're slow!" she shot back, aiming a kick toward his midsection. He sidestepped just in time, narrowly avoiding the blow.
Determined to regain control, Xiang Chen focused. He remembered the teachings from the system—combat was not just about strength but also strategy. As Mei Ling lunged forward again, he feigned a left jab, drawing her in, then quickly pivoted to deliver a right hook, enhanced by the Inner Flame Fist technique.
The punch connected, and Mei Ling stumbled back, her expression shifting from confidence to surprise. The crowd gasped, then erupted into cheers.
"That's it! Keep going!" a voice called from the crowd, fueling Xiang Chen's determination.
Seizing the moment, he pressed the attack, unleashing a series of punches and kicks. Mei Ling fought back valiantly, but he was faster now, his instincts sharp as he anticipated her moves.
With each strike, he felt a sense of exhilaration and power coursing through him. This was what he had longed for—a chance to fight, to showcase his abilities, and to embrace his destiny.
As the match continued, it became clear that he was gaining the upper hand. With a final flourish, he unleashed a powerful spinning kick, sending Mei Ling sprawling to the ground. The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement echoing in the air.
"And the winner is Xiang Chen!" the elder declared, raising his hand to signal the end of the match.
Xiang Chen felt a rush of triumph wash over him as he offered a hand to Mei Ling, helping her to her feet. "You fought well," he said, genuinely impressed.
She smirked, brushing off the dirt. "You were lucky this time. I'll get you next round."
As he stepped off the stage, Xiang Chen felt a mix of exhilaration and anticipation. The first round had been a success, but he knew there were tougher challenges ahead. With the crowd's cheers still ringing in his ears, he couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of his journey in this new world.
[Experience Points Earned: 50]
[Current Level: 3]
[Quest Completed: First Combat Victory]
As he returned to the waiting area, Xiang Chen's heart swelled with pride. He was one step closer to reclaiming his legacy as the Celestial Monarch.