The sun rose over the Heavenly Origin Sect, casting a golden glow over the Outer Sect training grounds. Disciples gathered from all corners, their excitement buzzing in the air. Today was the duel—Lin Xuan vs. Wang Renshu.
Lin Xuan stood at the edge of the arena, his eyes calm but focused. This was it. His final test.
Zhao Feng patted his shoulder. "Don't die, alright?"
Lin Xuan smirked. "Not planning to."
THE ARRIVAL OF WANG RENSHU
A hush fell over the crowd as a figure stepped into the arena.
Wang Renshu.
Dressed in white robes with golden embroidery, his aura was oppressive, his presence like a sharp blade. His cultivation at the 8th Layer of the Qi Condensation Realm radiated pure strength.
He looked at Lin Xuan with cold amusement. "You should’ve backed out while you had the chance."
Lin Xuan met his gaze without fear. "We’ll see who should have backed out."
THE SECT ELDERS’ ARRIVAL
From above, a few Outer Sect Elders observed the match. Their expressions were indifferent, but their presence made it clear—this was an official duel.
"Begin!"
With a single word, the battle started.
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FIRST EXCHANGE – SPEED VS. POWER
Wang Renshu vanished.
Lin Xuan barely had time to react before a powerful palm strike came crashing toward his chest. He twisted his body, using Shadow Lightning Steps, barely avoiding the attack.
BOOM!
The air exploded as Wang Renshu’s strike hit the ground, leaving a deep crater.
"So fast!" A disciple gasped.
Lin Xuan countered immediately, his palm glowing with golden energy as he aimed for Wang Renshu’s ribs.
But Wang Renshu smirked.
BAM!
Lin Xuan’s attack was blocked effortlessly.
"You’re quick," Wang Renshu admitted. "But too weak!"
He grabbed Lin Xuan’s wrist and threw him across the arena like a ragdoll.
CRASH!
Lin Xuan rolled across the ground, blood trickling from his lips. The impact had shaken his bones.
Zhao Feng cursed. "Damn it! That guy’s strength is insane!"
THE SECOND EXCHANGE – BREAKING LIMITS
Lin Xuan pushed himself up, his breathing heavy. His body ached, but deep inside, something awakened.
His golden inheritance energy surged.
He exhaled sharply, his eyes glowing with a faint golden light.
Wang Renshu frowned. "What’s this?"
Lin Xuan vanished.
Wang Renshu’s instincts screamed danger, but it was too late. Lin Xuan reappeared behind him—his palm charged with golden runes.
BOOM!
The attack landed directly on Wang Renshu’s back, sending him flying across the arena.
The crowd gasped.
"What just happened?!"
Lin Xuan’s hands trembled slightly. His control over this new power was still rough, but it was enough.
Wang Renshu stood up, wiping blood from his lips, his expression dark. "You’ve pissed me off now."
He unleashed his true power.
The air cracked under his pressure. His qi flared wildly, and a powerful sword intent filled the arena.
Lin Xuan’s heart pounded.
This fight was far from over.