2026-07-28 20:14:32The crowd was completely silent. They could not believe what they were seeing. The absolute lowest, most pathetic piece of trash in the sect had just ordered an Elder to do his job, and the Elder had obeyed instantly.
Wang, standing a few feet away, felt his face turn hot with absolute rage.
The fear he felt a moment ago was suddenly replaced by a massive, burning anger. He looked around and saw hundreds of disciples watching him. He saw them looking at Li Chen with fear and respect.
Wang was Zhao Feng’s right-hand man. He was supposed to be the bully. He was supposed to be the strong one. If Zhao Feng found out that Li Chen was still alive, and that Wang had let him register for the tournament, Zhao Feng would kill Wang himself.
More importantly, Wang looked at Li Chen’s clothes.
"That is an Enforcer's coat!" Wang thought quickly. "This cripple did not get strong. He is just acting! He must have fallen into a healing pool by accident. Then he stole an Enforcer's clothes off a washing line to look scary! He is still a Broken Root! He has no cultivation aura!"
Because Li Chen’s dark Qi was completely hidden deep inside his Void-Iron body, Wang could not sense Li Chen's 5th Level power. To Wang, Li Chen felt completely normal.
"Hey!" Wang screamed at the top of his lungs.
He stomped his foot on the stone ground. He pointed his finger right at the back of Li Chen’s head.
"Who do you think you are, you dirty piece of trash?!" Wang roared, spitting as he yelled. "You think you can come back here wearing stolen clothes and act like a king?"
Li Chen did not turn around. He stood perfectly still in front of the cracked wooden table.
Wang's face turned bright red. He hated being ignored. He walked fast toward Li Chen's back.
"I am talking to you, Broken Root!" Wang shouted. "You are not allowed to be here! You belong in the dirt! I don't know how you survived Senior Brother Zhao's kick, but you are still a worthless cripple! And stealing an Enforcer's coat is a crime punishable by death!"
The hundreds of disciples held their breath. They watched with wide eyes.
Sun, standing behind Wang, also yelled, "Yeah! Get on your knees right now, Li Chen! Beg for forgiveness, and maybe we will only cut off your hands for stealing!"
Li Chen slowly turned his head.
He looked over his broad shoulder. He looked at Wang and Sun.
He did not look angry. He did not look annoyed. He looked at them the same way a person looks at a dirty, noisy fly buzzing around a room. It was a look of pure, utter disgust and zero respect.
"You are too loud," Li Chen said softly. His deep voice carried perfectly through the quiet morning air. "If you want to live to see the sunrise, close your mouth."
The crowd gasped.
Did Li Chen just threaten Wang? Did the trash of the sect just tell Zhao Feng’s enforcer to shut up?
Wang’s mind snapped. The humiliation was too much. The arrogant pride of being Zhao Feng’s lackey blinded him to the heavy danger radiating from Li Chen's body.
"You dare speak to me like that?!" Wang screamed. Veins popped out on his forehead. "You are just a cripple! I am at the 4th Level of Qi Condensation! I will cut you to pieces!"
Wang reached down and grabbed the handle of his steel sword.
SHING!
The sharp sound of metal leaving a sheath rang out in the arena.
Wang drew his sword perfectly. He channeled his bright, glowing yellow Qi into the blade. The steel glowed brightly, humming with magical power. It was a sharp, deadly weapon.
The disciples in the line screamed and jumped backward. They scrambled to get away, pushing each other in panic. Xiao Ming, still on the floor, rolled away as fast as he could, crying in terror.
Elder Lu hid under the wooden registration table.
"I am going to cut off your legs, you dirty thief!" Wang roared.
He raised the glowing yellow sword high into the air above his head. He pushed all of his 4th Level Qi into his arms, planning to strike with maximum power. He wanted to chop Li Chen in half right there in front of the entire Outer Sect, to prove that he was strong and Li Chen was nothing.
Li Chen fully turned around to face Wang.
He did not run. He did not step backward. He did not reach for a weapon. He just stood there, his long black leather coat blowing gently in the morning wind.
He looked at the glowing sword coming down toward him. He did not even blink.
"Die!" Wang screamed.
Wang swung the heavy, glowing steel sword down with terrifying speed. He aimed directly for Li Chen’s left shoulder, intending to slice straight down through the collarbone and into the heart.
The blade cut through the cold morning air, whistling sharply.
The crowd closed their eyes. They did not want to see the blood. They knew Li Chen was going to be cut into two pieces.
The sword was only one inch away from Li Chen’s bare neck.
Li Chen’s face remained completely, perfectly calm. His abyssal black eyes stared straight into Wang’s angry, desperate face.
Time seemed to slow down to an absolute crawl.
The glowing yellow light of the blade reflected off Li Chen’s dull, greyish, metallic skin.
Li Chen finally moved.
He did not dodge the deadly sword.
He simply raised his bare, left hand.
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Chapter 47
The sun began to set behind the high peaks of the Azure Sword Sect. The sky turned a deep, dark red. The clouds looked like thick bruises bleeding into the evening air. Long, dark shadows stretched across the massive stone arena. The bright, warm light of the morning was completely gone. It was the perfect setting for a Life and Death match. The sky itself looked like it was preparing for a bloodbath. Thousands of disciples sat perfectly still on the high stone steps. They did not cheer. They did not whisper. They did not even move. The giant wooden drums in the corners of the courtyard were completely silent. In the center of the broken, melted stone stage stood Li Chen. He was as still as a stone statue. His long, black leather Enforcer coat blew softly in the cold evening wind. His dull, grey metallic skin caught the red light of the dying sun. He looked exactly like a demon standing in a pool of blood. He had not moved from that spot since he defeated Meng. He just waited. He
Chapter 46
Because Li Chen had infused the devouring dark Qi directly into the open air, the tiny black void on his knuckles kept eating. It could not stop. Having consumed the magical shield, the dark Qi violently consumed the closest available energy. It consumed the oxygen. In a fraction of a second, the dark Qi on Li Chen's fist sucked all the air out of the space immediately surrounding Meng. It created a perfect, localized vacuum. A space with absolutely zero air formed in a five-foot circle around Meng. Meng’s confident smile instantly vanished. Li Chen’s fist stopped moving. He did not even touch Meng's actual body. He just held his fist in the air, a few inches away from Meng’s face. Inside the vacuum, Meng suddenly felt an unbearable, terrifying pressure difference. The air inside Meng's own lungs was violently, forcibly sucked up through his throat and ripped out of his mouth to fill the empty void created by the dark Qi. "G-ghhk..." Meng choked. He grabbed his own throat wit
Chapter 45
The Sect Leader shivered. He nodded slowly and stepped off the stage. The old referee, shaking with fear, walked back to the center of the arena. He cleared his throat loudly. "The Semi-Final match will now begin!" the referee announced. "Li Chen... versus Meng!"The crowd suddenly erupted into loud, excited cheers again. "Meng! It is Iron-Mountain Meng!""He is a top-3 disciple! He is at the peak of the 5th Level!""Meng has the absolute best defense in the entire Outer Sect! Even Inner Sect disciples have trouble breaking his shield!"From the other side of the arena, a giant figure walked slowly up the stone steps. It was Meng. He was incredibly tall and wide, built like a walking fortress. He wore heavy, thick brown armor made of special magical leather. His face was square and hard. He carried no weapon. His body was his weapon. Meng stepped onto the broken, melted stone of the stage. He looked at the spot where Li Chen had just eaten Zhao Feng’s fire. Meng did not look sc
Chapter 44
Li Chen threw his Void Shattering Fist directly into the massive, roaring wave of bloody fire. The crowd outside the red Blood Barrier screamed, expecting Li Chen to be instantly melted into a pile of grey ash. The Blood Demon Firestorm was a 6th Level magical attack. It was so hot that the stone floor of the arena was turning into bubbling orange lava. But the moment Li Chen’s fist touched the dark red flames, the impossible happened. Li Chen did not burn. Instead, the terrifying, ancient black Qi wrapping his fist acted like the open mouth of a starving god. WHOOSH! The massive tsunami of bloody fire did not explode. It did not push Li Chen backward. It was violently, instantly sucked into the pitch-black void surrounding his hand. The Primordial Chaos Root swallowed the deadly 6th Level magic as if it were a tiny, weak candle flame. In less than a single second, the entire stage was completely clear of fire. The heat vanished. The blinding red light disappeared. Only Li Chen
Chapter 43
The thousands of disciples in the crowd went completely wild. They cheered, they screamed, they stomped their feet. The noise was like a roaring thunderhead. Inside the red barrier, the noise was muffled. It was surprisingly quiet. Zhao Feng looked at Li Chen. The arrogant smile on his face grew wider. He raised his left hand. On his finger, the silver Shadow Ring glowed slightly. "You think you are strong, Li Chen," Zhao Feng said, his voice echoing in the red dome. "You think because you beat a few weak 5th Level disciples, you can beat me. You think we are on the same level."Zhao Feng reached over with his right hand. He grabbed the silver ring. "You are just a frog in a well, looking up at the sky," Zhao Feng mocked. "Today, I will show you how massive the sky truly is. I will show you the power of a god!"Zhao Feng pulled the silver ring off his finger and threw it onto the stone floor. BOOM! The moment the ring left his body, the disguise was broken. A massive, terrifyi
Chapter 42
"Li Chen thinks he is strong because no one can cut his skin," Zhao Feng thought to himself, staring at Li Chen across the quiet stage. "But physical strength has a limit. When I unleash the full power of the 6th Level, I will summon a fire so hot it will boil the blood inside his veins. His iron skin will become a metal oven, cooking his organs alive. He will scream, and I will laugh."Zhao Feng’s arrogance returned completely. The unsettled feeling vanished. He was a 6th Level master. He was a dragon. Li Chen was just a stubborn insect that needed to be stepped on a second time. "You are very quiet, little rat," Zhao Feng mocked, breaking the silence on the stage. Li Chen did not look up from the floor. He was slowly, carefully picking up the broken pieces of his mother’s dark green jade pendant. "Are you praying to your dead mother?" Zhao Feng laughed. It was a cruel, loud sound. "Do you think she can help you? I heard she was crying when the killers cut her down."Li Chen stopp
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