The Fourth Round: of the match were shown
1. Mei Hua vs. Bohang
2. Zhen Yu vs. Yin
The arena was electric, the crowd buzzing in anticipation as the fourth round of matches began.
These were no ordinary bouts—every clash was a test of strength, skill, and the indomitable will to win.
Match 1: Mei Hua vs. Bohang
Mei Hua entered the arena, her every step a picture of grace.
Her slender frame and flowing robes belied the sharpness of her skill as a first-level 4-star practitioner.
Her mastery of Blossom Blade Dance had earned her a reputation as a warrior who could turn combat into art.
On the opposite side, Bohang strode forward with the confidence of an emperor, his towering frame and golden skin shimmering faintly from his Vajra Body technique.
He didn't bother hiding his arrogance, waving dismissively at the cheering crowd as if their adoration was merely his due.
"You think you can face me?" Bohang asked, his voice booming.
"This isn't a garden, and I'm no flower to be trimmed. You're out of your depth."
Mei Hua's expression remained calm.
Her fingers brushed the hilt of her blade as she replied softly,
"Even mountains crumble when struck in the right place."
Bohang chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "Crumble? No, little girl. Mountains crush those who dare challenge them."
The referee signaled the start, and Mei Hua moved first, her blade slicing through the air with blinding speed.
Her strikes were a mesmerizing blend of beauty and precision, each step of her Blossom Blade Dance flowing seamlessly into the next.
Sparks erupted as her blade met Bohang's skin, but the golden sheen of his Vajra Body rendered her attacks harmless.
"You call that an attack?"
Bohang sneered, blocking her strikes with ease.
"You're not even scratching me."
Mei Hua pivoted gracefully, unleashing her Blossom Petal Storm, a whirling vortex of energy petals that forced Bohang back a step.
The crowd gasped at the display, but Bohang's smirk only grew wider.
"Cute trick,"
he said, stepping into the storm.
His Crimson Palm Strike ignited, the fiery energy cutting through the petals like a blade.
Mei Hua leaped back, narrowly avoiding his devastating blow.
"I'll admit," Bohang said, his voice dripping with mockery,
"you're better than most. But you're still nothing compared to me."
Mei Hua gritted her teeth, channeling her energy into her ultimate move, Blossom Finale Slash.
Her blade glowed brightly as she lunged forward, the energy trailing behind her like a comet. Bohang stood his ground, his golden skin radiating an unshakable aura.
"Foolish," Bohang muttered. With a roar, he countered with his Golden Vajra Strike, the energy around his fist surging with immense power.
The two attacks collided, creating a deafening explosion that shook the arena.
When the dust settled, Mei Hua was on one knee, her blade trembling in her grasp. Bohang towered over her, untouched and triumphant.
"You're done," he said coldly. "Go back to your pretty dances. This is a battlefield, not a stage."
Mei Hua lowered her head in defeat, the crowd roaring as Bohang raised his fists, basking in their adulation.
"No one can stand against me,"
he declared, his voice echoing across the arena.
His eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on Yin, watching from the sidelines. Bohang's smirk deepened. "Not even you."
Match 2: Zhen Yu vs. Yin
The second match began with Zhen Yu, a firs-level 4-star practitioner of Flame Spiral Arts, stepping confidently into the ring.
His aura radiated heat, the flames flickering around his hands a testament to his control over fire.
Yin entered with calm determination; his every step measured.
The whispers in the crowd spoke of his impressive victory in the previous round, but his opponent's reputation loomed large.
"Yin, is it?" Zhen Yu said, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Your little tricks might work on amateurs, but I'll show you what real power looks like."
Yin's gaze remained steady.
"Talk is cheap. Let's see if your flames burn as brightly as your ego."
The match began with Zhen Yu unleashing a fiery barrage, his Flame Spiral Inferno filling the arena with blazing energy.
Yin weaved through the attack, his movements precise and deliberate.
With a sudden burst of speed, he closed the distance and struck with his Air Breathing Eagle Claw Smash, aiming for Zhen Yu's ribs.
Zhen Yu countered with a fiery shield, the clash of techniques sending shockwaves through the arena.
The crowd roared as both fighters were forced back, their auras clashing in the air.
"You're persistent," Zhen Yu growled, his flames intensifying.
"But persistence won't save you."
He unleashed his ultimate move, the towering Flame Spiral Inferno, aiming to consume Yin completely.
But Yin crossed his arms, summoning his Heaven's Gate Defense.
The radiant shield formed, its translucent glow holding firm against the raging inferno.
The crowd gasped as the flames dissipated, leaving Yin unscathed.
Zhen Yu's confidence faltered, his movements growing frantic as Yin advanced.
With a sudden leap, Yin struck with his Spinning Eagle Kick, enhanced by the residual energy of his shield.
The kick landed squarely on Zhen Yu's chest, sending him crashing to the ground.
The referee raised Yin's hand, signaling his victory. The crowd erupted into cheers, their excitement shaking the arena.
But as Yin turned to leave, he felt a presence looming.
All the crowds and elders were surprised looking at the skills and techniques used by Yin.
"Is it really him"? Some say….
Bohang stepped forward, his golden aura flickering faintly as he approached Yin. His eyes were filled with a mix of amusement and condescension.
"So, you're the troublemaker everyone's talking about," Bohang said, his tone dripping with disdain. "You've got some skill; I'll give you that. But don't get cocky.
You're still nobody compared to me."
Yin met Bohang's gaze, his expression calm but unyielding.
"We'll see about that."
The crowd fell silent, sensing the tension between the two warriors.
Bohang chuckled, shaking his head.
"You think you can stand against me? Look around, kid. This arena belongs to me.
You're just another steppingstone on my path to glory."
Yin's eyes narrowed. "Arrogance is the first step toward defeat."
Bohang leaned closer, his smirk widening.
"I don't lose. You'd better pray we don't face each other in the next round. Because when we do, I'll crush you so thoroughly they'll forget you ever existed."
With that, Bohang turned and walked away, his laughter echoing in the air.
Yin watched him go, his fists clenching at his sides.
The fourth round had concluded, but the stage was set for an even greater clash.
The arena was no longer just a battlefield—it was the crucible.