Third rounds begin with
Bohang vs Lin Guang
The arena buzzed with anticipation as Bohang stepped into the ring, his imposing frame silhouetted against the setting sun.
Opposite him stood Lin Guang, a first-level 5-star practitioner known for his agility and sharp techniques.
Despite the murmurs of awe for Lin Guang's reputation, the crowd's whispers leaned toward Bohang.
"Bohang will win this arena," one elder from the Blood Air Village said, stroking his beard thoughtfully.
"His strength isn't just physical—it's his sheer will to dominate."
Another elder chimed in, "He's been unstoppable since his debut. And with the Vajra Body technique? He's practically invincible."
The match began, and Lin Guang wasted no time.
With precision honed from years of training, he darted forward, delivering a series of rapid strikes aimed at Bohang's weak points.
Each movement was calculated, each attack sharp and unyielding. For a moment, it seemed as if Lin Guang might have the upper hand.
But Bohang stood his ground, barely flinching. He blocked some strikes with minimal effort, while others he allowed to glance off his broad shoulders, as though testing Lin Guang's strength.
"Is this it?" Bohang smirked, his voice carrying across the arena.
"I expected more from someone with your reputation. Or is this all you've got?"
Lin Guang's eyes narrowed, his movements growing faster, more aggressive.
He tried to force Bohang back, but the mountain-like warrior refused to yield an inch. With a sudden roar, Bohang lunged forward, his fist colliding with Lin Guang's guard.
The sheer force sent Lin Guang skidding back several feet, the ground beneath his feet cracking.
The crowd erupted in cheers. "Bohang! Bohang!" they chanted, their excitement palpable.
From the sidelines, the Blood Air Village elders exchanged knowing glances.
"Did you see that?" one muttered. "He's not just fighting—he's asserting his dominance."
Lin Guang, however, was not one to give up easily.
He circled Bohang, looking for an opening, his strikes now aimed at Bohang's knees and joints, hoping to slow him down.
But Bohang's patience had worn thin.
"You're annoying," he said, his tone dripping with disdain.
"Let me show you what real power looks like."
Bohang clenched his fists, his body glowing faintly before transforming entirely.
His skin took on a golden hue, radiating an aura of unshakable strength. The crowd gasped as Bohang activated his Vajra Body technique.
"Vajra Body..." murmured one elder.
"The ultimate defense and offense combined. It's over for Lin Guang now."
Lin Guang hesitated; his confidence visibly shaken. Bohang grinned, his arrogance on full display.
"What's the matter, Lin Guang? Scared?" he taunted, taking a deliberate step forward.
"You're not bad, but you're not good enough. Watch closely—this is the end."
With a guttural roar, Bohang unleashed his Crimson Palm Strike.
His golden hand blazed through the air, leaving a trail of red energy in its wake.
The attack connected with Lin Guang's chest, sending him flying across the arena. He hit the ground hard, tumbling several times before coming to a stop, groaning in pain.
The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers.
"Bohang!" they chanted, their voices shaking the very air.
Bohang raised his arms, basking in the adoration.
His golden skin shimmered under the sunlight.
His eyes scanned the crowd, stopping briefly on mine. There was a challenge in his gaze, a silent message that his reign was far from over.
The elders of the Blood Air Village nodded in approval.
"He's destined for greatness," one of them said. "This arena might be too small for someone like him."
Bohang turned back to Lin Guang, who was struggling to rise. "Stay down," he said coldly. "You're not worth my time anymore."
Lin Guang lowered his head in defeat, and the match was officially called in Bohang's favor.
As Bohang walked away, the golden glow of his Vajra Body faded, but his arrogance remained.
"No one in this arena can challenge me," he declared loudly.
"I'll crush anyone who dares try."
The crowd's cheers grew louder, their admiration for Bohang reaching a fever pitch.
This was his moment, and he reveled in it, knowing that his name would echo in the arena long after the match was over.
Next match :
Yin vs. ZhiMy opponent, Zhi, stood across from me, a first-level 4-star practitioner with a reputation for raw power.
His towering frame and unshakable confidence dominated the atmosphere, his presence alone enough to unsettle most. "You?" Zhi said, his smirk condescending.
"This won't take long."
I met his gaze, unflinching.
Instead of responding, I centered myself, drawing deep breaths and channeling energy into my core.
My silence seemed to irritate him, but I had no intention of playing into his bravado.
The referee signaled the start of the match.
Zhi exploded into action, closing the distance between us with shocking speed.
His strikes were relentless—heavy fists aimed to overwhelm me. I stepped back, narrowly dodging and deflecting each blow.
"You're quick," he admitted, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.
"But speed alone won't save you.
"With a growl, Zhi stomped the ground, unleashing his signature move:
Stone Quake Fist.
The ground trembled violently, cracks radiating outward in jagged lines.
The crowd gasped as debris flew in every direction.
I leaped into the air, my reflexes barely keeping me above the chaos.
Channeling energy into my hands, I executed
Air Breathing Eagle Claw Smash.
My fingers struck down like talons, precise and sharp, aimed at Zhi's exposed side.
The impact forced him to stumble, his eyes widening in surprise.
A collective gasp echoed from the crowd."Did you see that?" one of the Blood Air Village elders exclaimed.
"That precision! That technique! "But Zhi recovered quickly, his expression hardening into a scowl.
"Not bad," he growled. "But it'll take more than that to stop me! "He surged forward with a spinning kick infused with energy.
The force was immense, forcing me to block with my arms.
The impact sent me sliding backward, but I managed to stay on my feet.
"Persistent," I muttered under my breath, feeling the sting of his strength. Zhi didn't relent, pressing his advantage with a flurry of strikes.
Realizing I needed a new strategy, I drew upon a technique I had been perfecting in secret.
As Zhi lunged, I crossed my arms in front of me and summoned
Heaven's Gate Defense.
A radiant, translucent shield formed.
The crowd erupted into astonished murmurs.
"What is that?" an elder whispered, leaning forward in his seat.
"Some kind of barrier," another replied.
"Incredible. I've never seen a defense so sturdy!"
Zhi's fist collided with the shield, sending shockwaves rippling through the arena.
To his shock, the shield held firm, absorbing the brunt of his attack.
"You...!" Zhi hissed, his confidence faltering for the first time. I dropped the shield, using the brief moment of his surprise to close the distance.
My mana is exhausting, but I have to win.
Bohang, watching from the sidelines, crossed his arms with a smirk.
"Hmph. This time, we have another troublemaker," he muttered, clearly unimpressed but intrigued.
Zhi gritted his teeth, refusing to give up.
He roared, channeling his energy into a desperate attack, but I was ready.
I blocked his assault, then countered with a spinning kick of my own, infused with the residual energy from my shield.
The kick landed squarely on his chest, sending him crashing to the ground.
The crowd erupted into cheers, their excitement shaking the arena. "Unbelievable!" one elder shouted.
"This young one not only has speed but also a defense that rivals the best practitioners!
"And his counterattacks are just as sharp," another added. "He's a force to be reckoned with."
Zhi- "how can just the first level 3 star surpass me in skill"?
Zhi struggled to rise, his body trembling with exertion.
"Damn it," he muttered, clutching his side.
His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought he might lunge at me again.
But then, he let out a heavy sigh and slumped back down, defeated. The referee raised my hand, signaling my victory.
The crowd's roar was deafening, their cheers filling the arena. As I turned to leave, my gaze briefly caught Bohang's.
His smirk had faded, replaced by a look of grudging acknowledgment. "Another troublemaker," he repeated, this time under his breath.
"Things are about to get interesting.
"I walked off the arena floor, the cheers of the crowd still echoing behind me.
This wasn't just a victory. I wasn't here to simply compete. I was here to win.