The roar of the Heaven Sundering Sect shook the entire mountain range.
Jiang Chen stepped off the battlefield, his body still buzzing from the clash with Mu Qinglan.
He could feel the stares on him now.
The way the other True Disciples looked at him had changed. He felt a sharp glare filled with fighting intent. He glanced over at a man with the stature of a giant. He looked to be at least 3 meters tall, with muscles that bulged out like steel. Jiang Chen met the glance and knew it had to be Bai Muchen. He then looked at the other True Disciples, all of whom, where staring at him with a newfound respect.
No more mockery.
No more dismissal.
Now—they saw him as one of them.
As a real contender.
"Good. But this isn't over yet."
Because the tournament wasn't finished.
And now, it was time for the others to fight.
Xiao Dong Takes the Stage
Elder Zhao Yan grinned wickedly, turning toward the stone tablet.
"Alright, brats! You've seen the first fight! Now let's keep this chaos rolling!"
The stone tablet flashed with golden inscriptions.
Xiao Dong vs. Shen Yun!
The crowd exploded.
"THE THUNDER TYRANT VERSUS THE MADSTORM BRAWLER?!"
"HOLY SHIT, THIS IS GONNA BE A WAR!"
Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.
Shen Yun.
The 3rd-ranked True Disciple.
A brutal, overwhelming powerhouse, known for his wild, rampaging battle style.
And Xiao Dong?
He was no less insane.
Jiang Chen smirked. "This is gonna be good."
The Arena Shakes
Shen Yun stepped forward, his massive frame towering over Xiao Dong.
His bare chest was covered in old battle scars, his thunderous Qi crackling around him like a storm waiting to explode.
Xiao Dong, by contrast, rolled his shoulders, grinning like a lunatic.
"You ready, big guy?" Xiao Dong cracked his knuckles, his battle intent burning like wildfire.
Shen Yun grinned back, his voice a deep rumble.
"You talk too much. Let's fight."
BOOOOOOM!
Both warriors exploded into motion at the same time!
CRACK!
Xiao Dong ducked low, dodging a monstrous fist that shattered the air where his head had been.
In a blur, he countered with a devastating uppercut, his Qi-infused knuckles slamming into Shen Yun's ribs!
BANG!
Shen Yun didn't budge.
The momentum barely made him shift his footing.
Instead, he grinned wider.
"My turn."
BOOM!
A knee struck forward, aiming for Xiao Dong's gut—
But Xiao Dong twisted, deflecting the attack with his forearm, the impact sending a shockwave through the ground.
Fists flew.
Knees crashed.
Each strike shattered the ground beneath them, sending cracks spiderwebbing across the battlefield.
The disciples watched in stunned silence.
"This isn't just a fight—"
"This is a brawl between two war gods!"
Xiao Dong laughed mid-fight, his grin bloody.
"Hell yeah, this is what I live for!"
He dashed forward, his Qi surging violently. He had improved massively over these pas few months while he trained with Jiang Chen. Even in sparring, Jiang Chen could barely get the better of him.
His fists burned with energy, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap.
Then—
"Madstorm Fist – Devastation!"
A hurricane of fists exploded forward, each one hitting like a warhammer aimed directly at Shen Yun's core!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Shen Yun gritted his teeth, each impact forcing him back—
But he didn't fall.
Instead—
His aura flared even higher.
"Thunder Tyrant Art – Unbreakable Will!"
A wall of Qi erupted around him, absorbing the next set of punches like a fortress made of pure force.
Xiao Dong's fists slammed into it, but instead of breaking through—
Shen Yun counterattacked.
BANG!
A massive backhand struck Xiao Dong's shoulder, sending him flying across the battlefield!
He crashed into the ground, skidding to a stop before flipping back onto his feet.
He shook out his arm, his grin never fading.
"Shit… That actually stung."
Shen Yun rolled his shoulders.
"You'll feel worse when I'm done with you."
The crowd held their breath.
Jiang Chen leaned forward, eyes sharp.
"Alright, Xiao Dong. Show me what you've got."
Xiao Dong cracked his neck.
"Alright, big guy. You wanna see me get serious?"
His Qi exploded outward, the ground trembling beneath him.
His fists glowed with raw, violent force.
Shen Yun grinned.
"Come, then."
BOOOOOOOM!
They charged at each other—
"Madstorm Fist – Final Descent!"
"Thunder Tyrant Art – Heaven's Wrath!"
A devastating collision erupted at the center of the battlefield, sending a shockwave so massive it sent dust flying into the sky.
For a moment—silence.
Then—
The dust settled.
One figure stood.
One figure knelt, breathing heavily.
The crowd erupted in cheers.
The winner?
Xiao Dong.
Jiang Chen grinned, watching Xiao Dong step away from the battlefield.
The rankings shifted.
3rd Place – Xiao Dong (The Madstorm Brawler).
Xiao Dong stumbled toward Jiang Chen, laughing.
"Fuck, man. That was insane."
Jiang Chen smirked. "I told you not to lose."
Xiao Dong grinned wider. "Like hell I would."
But as the dust settled—all eyes turned toward one man.
The first-ranked disciple.
1st Place – Bai Muchen (The Undefeated Fist Demon).
Jiang Chen's smirk deepened.
"You're next."
As the dust settled and the crowd's cheers gradually subsided, a strange tension filled the air.
Because one man had yet to step forward.
Bai Muchen (The Undefeated Fist Demon)
The 1st ranked True Disciple—the undisputed strongest of their generation.
Jiang Chen turned his gaze toward him, his golden-amber eyes gleaming with intrigue.
Bai Muchen hadn't moved the entire tournament.
While others had reacted—some in shock, some in amusement, some in irritation—Bai Muchen had simply sat there, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
But now?
Now, his eyes were open.
Focused on Jiang Chen.
"So… You're the one who made Mu Qinglan concede."
His voice was deep, steady, like the rumbling of a mountain before an avalanche.
Jiang Chen smirked. "Took you long enough to start paying attention."
The disciples around them trembled as Bai Muchen finally stood.
"I was always watching."
The ground cracked slightly beneath his feet, a wave of pressure rolling through the arena.
A simple movement—yet it felt like the entire sect shook with it.
Xiao Dong's expression turned serious. "Damn… I forgot how terrifying this guy is."
Mu Qinglan, standing at the sidelines, her wounds still fresh, narrowed her eyes.
"Jiang Chen, don't underestimate him."
Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
She exhaled slowly. "Bai Muchen… is different."
Unlike most disciples, Bai Muchen wasn't born into a cultivation family.
He wasn't the son of a grandmaster.
He wasn't trained in the arts of Qi refinement from birth.
He was a wild child, picked up from the desolate warfields of the northern mountains.
And he was born with something terrifying.
The Titanblood Physique.
Ranked in the top 200 on the list of divine constitutions. A body unlike ordinary humans.
A physique that granted him limitless divine strength, unbreakable endurance, and raw physical power that defied all reason.
"They say he crushed a Peak Foundation Establishment cultivator to death with his bare hands as a child."
"They say he didn't cultivate Qi—he just trained his body, and the heavens gave him strength."
"They say he was born for war."
And when First Grand Elder Wu Tianhai found him, the legend began.
Wu Tianhai—the Unshaken Mountain, the strongest Grand Elder of the Heaven Sundering Sect, a cultivator who had never taken a single step back in battle.
He saw Bai Muchen's potential and forged him into something unstoppable.
Now, at only 21 years old, Bai Muchen had already reached the Core Formation Realm.
"A monster among monsters."
"A war god in human skin."
"The undefeated disciple."
And now?
Jiang Chen was going to fight him.
Bai Muchen cracked his knuckles, his Titanblood aura faintly shimmering around him.
He stepped forward, his every movement slow, deliberate—like a beast choosing when to strike.
"Jiang Chen."
Jiang Chen smirked, his Chaos Qi faintly rippling.
"What?"
Bai Muchen grinned, sharp like a predator.
"I hope you don't break too quickly."