The moment the instructor's voice echoed through the arena, Shenlong's name was etched into the minds of everyone watching. Gasps of disbelief rippled through the crowd as the once-haughty noble youth lay defeated at Shenlong's feet, unconscious and bruised.
Shenlong glanced down at the noble youth, his gaze indifferent. There was no satisfaction in the victory, only a quiet resolve that burned brighter within him. He had come here to prove himself, not for glory or recognition, but to regain what he had lost—his honor, his strength, and a path to uncover the mysteries of his past.
The whispers began almost immediately.
"Who is that boy? I've never heard of him before."
"He's incredibly fast. And his technique… it's flawless."
"He must have a powerful background. No ordinary cultivator could break through the trials so easily."
As Shenlong left the arena, he could feel the eyes of the spectators on him, but he paid them no mind. His victory was just a small step on a long journey. But it was undeniable—he had made an impression, and the Heavenly Dragon Sect would not forget his name.