The hall was silent. Every warrior in the Martial Hall stared at Xian Zhen, their faces filled with shock, disbelief, and even a hint of fear.
1500 points.
This number was unheard of for a newcomer. Even the strongest core disciples barely reached 1000. Yet, Xian had crushed that record on his first try.
Elder Bai's deep voice broke the silence. "Impressive. It seems we have a monster among us."
Some warriors clenched their fists, their pride wounded.
"Tch! That must be a mistake!"
"He cheated! There's no way a newcomer is that strong!"
"I refuse to believe this!"
Xian smirked, ignoring their complaints. "Heh. If you don't believe it, why don't you come test me yourselves?"
The warriors' faces darkened. But before anyone could step forward—BOOM!
A powerful pressure filled the hall. Elder Bai released a sliver of his aura, silencing the crowd instantly.
"Enough," Elder Bai said. "Strength speaks for itself. If you have doubts, settle them in the arena. But for now, Xian Zhen has proven himself."
The warriors gritted their teeth but stayed silent.
Elder Bai turned back to Xian. "Since you've passed the test, you now have two choices. You can either join as an outer disciple and slowly work your way up… or you can take the Combat Trial and fight for a spot as an elite disciple immediately."
Xian's grin widened. "Tch. What kind of question is that? Of course, I'll take the Combat Trial."
Ling Tian chuckled. "You never back down from a challenge, do you?"
Xian shrugged. "Where's the fun in playing it safe?"
Elder Bai nodded. "Very well. The Combat Trial will take place tomorrow in the Battle Arena. Prepare yourself. The higher-ups will be watching… and they don't tolerate weakness."
Xian smirked. "Good. Let them watch. I'll show them what true power looks like."
A Night of Preparation
That night, Xian stayed in the disciple quarters, sitting on the roof of his small training house. The city below was alive with energy, but his mind was focused.
He clenched his fists, feeling the dark and white energy swirl inside him.
"Devour… Beast Instinct… and this strange power inside me. I need to understand it better."
Suddenly, a voice spoke behind him. "Can't sleep?"
Xian turned to see Ling Tian standing there, arms crossed.
Xian smirked. "Just thinking."
Ling Tian sat beside him. "The Combat Trial won't be easy. The strongest outer disciples will fight you. Some are experienced warriors with powerful techniques."
Xian chuckled. "And?"
Ling Tian sighed. "And… don't die."
Xian laughed. "Heh. That won't happen."
Ling Tian studied him for a moment, then smirked. "I believe you."
As the two sat under the twin moons, a feeling of excitement filled the air.
Tomorrow, Xian would step into the arena.
Tomorrow, he would show the world his power.
The Absolute Overlord was just getting started.
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