"Woah! What just happened?" an outer disciple yelled in shock. Getting up from his seat, he glanced at his friend, then back at the stage where Lu Han’s body was being lifted off. He couldn’t believe his eyes."That was the most one-sided battle I’ve ever seen... Is this the true power of the Mad Dog?" another muttered in disbelief. Nobody had expected the battle to go this way. Some thought Felix would win, while others supported Lu Han—but no one expected it to end this quickly. And what kind of insane strength had Felix just revealed?"That energy and aura... he’s an Emperor," one of the more knowledgeable disciples suddenly blurted out, drawing everyone’s attention to the realization. Only then did the others begin to sense it too—it was true."Woah, so he was suppressing his true strength all this time..." Yet another discussion broke out among the disciples as they watched Felix calmly walk back toward his seat.When he reached the Top 10 stand—where Chu Yang and the others stoo

“Bro, that switch between Su Yang and Chu Yang was epic,” Felix remarked as Li Bai rejoined them in the stands.Instead of sulking over his loss, Bai wore a grin so wide it looked like he had just won.“Haha, I know, right? That was the only way I could’ve landed a hit on Su Yang. The look on his face was worth it,” Li Bai chuckled, puffing his chest out with pride.“Hey, don’t feel bad. You did great,” Zhang He said, smiling warmly, though his tone carried more sincerity than usual.“It’s fine,” Bai shrugged, his grin softening into something more serious. “I could never beat Su with my current level. The gap between a Peak King and a Peak Emperor isn’t something my bloodline alone can bridge.”The rare maturity in his words made both Felix and Zhang glance at him. But before either could comment further, the Elder’s voice boomed across the coliseum.“With the end of this match, today’s winners are decided! Tomorrow will bring the next round of clashes. Until then—rest well.”A wave

Zhang He and Alquine stood on opposite ends of the stage, still as statues, their eyes locked. The sharp tension in the air pressed down on every disciple watching. “Are both sides ready?” the Elder asked, his voice carrying across the silent arena. “Ready,” they answered in unison, voices calm but brimming with resolve. “Then let the final battle of this phase begin.” The Elder’s figure blurred and vanished from the stage, leaving behind only the two competitors. An Emperor against a Peak King—one trained in the way of the sword, the other in the way of the dagger. Zhang He slowly unsheathed his blade, and instantly the air around him turned razor-sharp, his aura billowing forth with the oppressive might of an Emperor. Across from him, Alquine drew her twin daggers, her body shrouded in black mist that slowly seeped outward like a living shadow. ‘An assassin type,’ Zhang He thought, eyes narrowing. ‘She knows my cultivation suppresses hers. That means she’ll aim to equalize thro