The Martial Gathering was a grand affair, held in the sect's largest arena. Tiered seating rose high above the circular stage, which was surrounded by intricate formations designed to protect spectators from stray attacks. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as disciples, elders, and even visiting dignitaries from allied sects gathered to witness the event.
Jiang Chen stood among the participants, his expression calm but his mind focused. The Celestial Dragon Pearl's energy pulsed within him, a steady reminder of the power he now wielded. He scanned the crowd, noting the presence of Lin Yue among the spectators. Her sharp gaze met his briefly, and she gave him a slight nod, as if acknowledging the challenge that lay ahead.
The Patriarch, Jiang Tianlong, rose from his seat at the head of the arena. His commanding presence silenced the crowd instantly.
"Today, we gather to witness the strength and potential of the Heavenly Draconis Sect," he declared. "May this gathering inspire greatness and reveal those worthy of our sect's legacy."
The first rounds of the gathering were straightforward, pitting lower-ranked disciples against one another in quick duels. Jiang Chen observed closely, noting the techniques and strengths of his potential opponents. As the rounds progressed, the matches grew more intense, with the sect's elite disciples showcasing their mastery of martial arts and spiritual energy.
When Jiang Chen's name was called, a hush fell over the arena. All eyes turned to him as he stepped onto the stage, his movements deliberate and composed. His opponent was a senior disciple named Wei Xu, known for his agility and mastery of the Wind Blade Technique.
Wei Xu bowed respectfully, though his eyes glimmered with confidence. "Jiang Chen. Let's see if the rumors about you are true."
Jiang Chen returned the bow, his voice steady. "You'll see soon enough."
The elder overseeing the match signaled for them to begin. Wei Xu wasted no time, launching a barrage of wind blades that tore through the air with deadly precision. Jiang Chen moved fluidly, his dragon aura forming a protective barrier that deflected the attacks. He closed the distance between them with a burst of speed, his movements almost too fast for the eye to follow.
Wei Xu's eyes widened in surprise as Jiang Chen's fist, infused with the power of the Celestial Dragon Pearl, struck his chest. The impact sent Wei Xu sprawling, and the crowd erupted in astonished murmurs.
The match was over in seconds. Jiang Chen stood tall, his expression unreadable as he extended a hand to help Wei Xu up.
"You fought well," Jiang Chen said, his tone sincere.
Wei Xu accepted the hand, his face a mix of disappointment and respect. "You're stronger than I expected. I look forward to seeing how far you'll go."
As Jiang Chen left the stage, he caught a glimpse of Tianyu's scowl. His cousin's frustration was evident, and Jiang Chen relished the small victory. But he knew the real challenges lay ahead. The Martial Gathering was far from over, and the path to supremacy was fraught with trials and dangers.
In the distance, Lin Yue watched him closely, her expression unreadable. Whatever her true intentions were, Jiang Chen knew one thing for certain: the journey to control his own fate had only just begun.