Daemon woke up early in the morning feeling energized and ready for the day ahead. He quickly got dressed and woke up Kiara and Lukas who were still sound asleep. They all got ready for the day and headed towards the fight schedule. As they walked, Daemon gave some pointers to Lukas on how to approach his upcoming fight.

Upon reaching the arena, they checked the schedule and saw that Lukas' fight was coming up soon. The trio decided to have a light sparring session to warm up and get their bodies ready for the upcoming fight. After some quick stretches and warm-up exercises, they began their spar.

Kiara and Daemon took turns sparring with Lukas, giving him a good challenge and pushing him to his limits. They made sure to keep the spar light and friendly, so as not to tire Lukas out before his actual fight. After the spar, they headed towards the stands to watch Lukas' fight.

Lukas' opponent was already waiting for him in the arena, and he looked fierce and determined. Daemon and Kiara gave Lukas some words of encouragement before heading to the stands to watch the fight. As Lukas stepped into the arena, the crowd roared with excitement.

The crowd went wild as Lukas and his opponent exchanged blows. Lukas was agile and nimble, dodging and weaving around his opponent's attacks before delivering swift, precise blows of his own. However, his opponent was not to be underestimated, as he landed several powerful punches and kicks that left Lukas bruised and battered.

As the fight dragged on, Lukas began to tire. His movements became slower and his attacks weaker, and his opponent took advantage of this weakness. He delivered a final, powerful kick to Lukas' chest that sent him crashing to the ground. The crowd gasped as Lukas lay motionless on the ground.

Daemon watched in horror as Lukas fell to the ground, his heart racing with worry for his friend. The arena was eerily silent as everyone held their breath, waiting to see if Lukas would get back up. The opponent smirked triumphantly and walked away from Lukas, assuming the fight was over. But to everyone's surprise, Lukas slowly started to get back up, his body shaking from the impact of the kick.

Signaling his surrender Lukas made his way slowly off of the arena stage. Daemon walked over to Lukas, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You did your best, man. That guy was tough."

Lukas nodded, still catching his breath. "Yeah, he was. But I'm not done yet. I'll train harder and come back stronger next year."

Kiara walked over, concern etched on her face. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, placing a hand on Lukas' back.

Lukas nodded again, giving her a small smile. "Thanks, Kiara. I'll be okay. Just need to rest up for a bit."

As Lukas was helped off the arena floor, Daemon couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and admiration for his friend's determination and resilience. He knew that Lukas would bounce back stronger than ever before.

The trio spent the rest of the day with light training, and exploring the city. Until the rest of the day's fights were over Daemon would not be fighting so they relaxed.

Waking up the next day Daemon prepared himself for his first fight in the final 4. Yesterday they had done some investigating and found that his opponents were all in the golden core realm except for one. His name was Adrian Darkheart. He, like Daemon was in the 1st level of the Spirit Tempering realm.

Daemon was confident he could make it to the final 2, but he knew he would have to go all out to win the entire competition.

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Waking up the rest of his trio, they headed into the arena to await the start of his match.

As the announcer called out Daemon's name, he strode confidently onto the stage. He could feel the eyes of the crowd on him, and he knew that all of his friends were watching him intently. This was his chance to prove himself, to show everyone what he was truly capable of.

His opponent stepped forward, a smug look on his face. This was the same man who had defeated Lukas, and Daemon felt a surge of anger at the memory of his friend lying defeated on the ground. He decided then and there that he wasn't just going to win this match - he was going to humiliate his opponent.

As the fight began, Daemon moved with lightning-fast speed. His opponent launched a flurry of attacks, but Daemon dodged them all effortlessly, his movements fluid and graceful. He could see the surprise on his opponent's face, and he relished in the feeling of superiority.

With a sudden burst of speed, Daemon closed in on his opponent and landed a powerful punch to his gut. The man staggered back, gasping for air, but Daemon was relentless. He followed up with a series of rapid strikes, each one landing with deadly accuracy.

The crowd cheered as Daemon pummeled his opponent, driving him back towards the edge of the stage. He could see the fear in the man's eyes now, and he knew that he had already won this fight. But he wasn't satisfied with just a victory - he wanted to completely humiliate his opponent.

With a sudden burst of qi, Daemon summoned a bolt of lightning from the sky commanding it to strike his opponent from above. With the impact of the lightning his opponent was off balance and dazed.

Releasing even more of his hidden power Daemon’s attacks sped up more and more until he was a blur darting around his opponent, and landing multiple strikes a second.

Taking a step back and pausing Daemon allowed the crowd to finally get a glimpse of his beaten and broken opponent, before manifesting a vortex of crackling purple qi, sending the swirling sphere at his opponent Daemon watched as his opponent was swallowed up into the center of the sphere as the energy ate away at his skin and muscle tissue.

When the energy finally dissipated his opponent's charred body fell to the ground with a thud. Without even sparing the near corpse on the stage another glance Daemon walked off the stage towards his fellow students and instructors.

After they cleaned his opponent off of the stage, the next match to decide the final two commenced. Adrian Darkheart ended his match even quicker then Daemon had finished his. Finishing off his opponent with a massive fireball.

With the final 4 concluded the arena prepared itself for the final bout of the tournament.

As Daemon walked onto the stage for the final match, he could feel the excitement and tension in the air. The crowd was buzzing with anticipation, and he knew all eyes were on him.

Taking his place on one end of the stage, he glanced across at his opponent. The man was tall and muscular, with a fierce scowl on his face. Daemon recognized him as the the only other contestant to reach the Spirit Tempering Realm.

Determined to emerge victorious, Daemon focused all his energy on the upcoming battle. He began to circulate his qi through his meridians, feeling the familiar rush of power flowing through his body. He could sense the energy of the crowd around him, and he channeled it into his own being.

The announcer's voice boomed through the stadium, signaling the start of the match. Daemon's opponent wasted no time in launching a powerful attack, throwing a punch that aimed for Daemon's face.

Daemon reacted with lightning-fast reflexes, ducking under the punch and delivering a swift kick to the man's knee. The man grunted in pain, but quickly recovered and came at Daemon with a flurry of punches and kicks.

Daemon danced around his opponent, dodging and weaving with expert precision. He countered with his own attacks, launching a barrage of strikes that left his opponent staggering.

The crowd roared with excitement as the two fighters clashed in the center of the stage. The energy was electric, and Daemon could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Finally feeling warmed up, Daemon released the 1st set of spiritual shackles he kept on his power. Feeling the instant rush as his qi levels and potency skyrocketed he infused his very being with qi and shot toward his opponent once more.

As he neared his opponent Daemon stuck out a single finger, pressing it into the air. Sensing the incredible profundity of the finger strike headed his way, Adrian manifested a qi shield, but it was hopeless before the illusory finger strike even hit the shield the excess energy shattered the shield and tore a hole through Adrian’s chest.

Finally realizing he would have to go all out Adrian’s aura catapulted, the injury healed instantly, as Adrian sent his own punch out towards Daemon. Smacking aside the punch with a palm, Daemon responded with a series of qi filled kicks that crashed into Adrian’s body.

The battle continued with both sides slowly releasing more and more of there power until they both finally reached the limits of their cultivation level. Having grown tired of the constant clash, Daemon reached deep into the depths of his soul and squeezed out every ounce of power he possessed, funneling the qi into one final technique that he had dubbed the Wrath of God.

As Daemon prepared this technique, Adrian prepared his own final attack, unleashing both their attacks simultaneously and their strikes collided in midair. At first they seemed evenly matched, then Daemons finally managed to force Adrians back causing an enormous amount of backlash on Adrian.

Adrian's body bent and cracked as most of his bones shattered and his skin was pulverized. As Adrian's body crumpled to the ground Daemon slumped down into a half kneeling position, gasping for breath.