The final stage of the exam was the combat assessment, a brutal test of each candidate's fighting ability. Shenlong stood in the arena, facing off against the arrogant noble youth who had shoved him earlier. The crowd watched with bated breath as the two squared off, the tension palpable.
The noble youth sneered at Shenlong. "You should have stayed at the bottom where you belong."
Shenlong's eyes narrowed, his expression calm but resolute. "You'll regret underestimating me."
The battle began, and the arena erupted in cheers and gasps as the two clashed. The noble youth attacked with a flurry of powerful strikes, his movements sharp and precise. But Shenlong moved like the wind, dodging each blow with effortless grace.
Then, in a sudden burst of speed, Shenlong countered with a powerful palm strike, sending the noble youth crashing to the ground.
The crowd fell silent.
For a moment, there was only the sound of Shenlong's steady breathing. Then, the head instructor stood and declared, "The winner—Shenlong!"