The legendary warrior

The stadium was filled with unrelenting energy from the rowdy, hollering crowd spectating from the stands. Shrieks of laughter and protest mixed in with the war cries from contenders down in their respective battle rings highlighted the excitement sparking in the air.

Countless disciples had fallen down to their knees in the face of a stronger foe since yesterday; a natural order to the way of the martial arts. It was by no means a shock, as many had observed the winners puffing their chests with a pride that only beings at the ninth grade of Skin Refinement could possess. Most of them had been on a roll; winning their bouts continuously up until the tenth streak. After all, it must have been an easy brawl since the masters were not fated to meet early in the game, as per Zenith's veiled rule of the tournament.

The superiors had arranged the combats to be battles of the fittest. Ineligible competitors were successfully weeded out on the first day, amassing to a jarring number of one hundred victors to compete next until fifty stood on top of the rankings.

Regulations stayed consistent all throughout the event. Candidates were expected to fight ten rounds with the goal of accumulating marks in every round, and the one who scored highest would be granted the name of the champion.

All in all, the challengers that now stood confidently in the middle of the massive arena were the products of the bloody system; the esteemed predators of the whole sect.

They were an elite group composed of varying individuals at the eighth or ninth grade of Skin Refinement, emitting loud, intimidating auras that muted the deafening noise coming from almost-sore throats of adrenaline-pumped onlookers. The heated atmosphere further pronounced the mass hysteria sweeping over the place. Judging by the overwhelming response of the public, today's match would certainly be a legendary sight to behold;

an awaited massacre of rivals until only fifty, rightful kings remained.

Time passed, and soon, nine rounds of battles were to meet its end.

The top ten outer disciples breezed through their scuffles, nonchalantly acquiring triumph after triumph, having not encountered any powerful nemesis to wreck their balance. If it were not for the unfortunate exception of Jim and Dustin's death by hand of Ricky, their title as the ten would have not been reduced to eight.

On the other hand, a flurry of powerful attacks unleashed by Ricky pranced in time with the cheers of masses. He acted unbothered as he effectively blew his opponents away from him like annoying pests foolishly clinging to his skin. His display of unmitigated prowess led to his predictable success. Much like the venerated disciples, he too, had won his share of skirmishes. He poised with a calmness and elegance only confidence could bring, and the entirety of Snow Sect knew that it was not baseless. They had put enough faith in his proficiency to believe that he could single-handedly defeat any outer disciple that dares to challenge him. Only a few would choose to be blinded by sheer bias and judgment to see his clear potential, and some thirsted for him to be leading a bigger picture for the nearing future.

Zenith and the Elders fell on the latter category; they had high hopes for Ricky for the explicit reason of their greed needing someone like him in every sect.

Ultimately, geniuses of his level were notably hard to come by. A few had cut it close, much like the emergence of a sudden dark horse by the name of Edgar Li.

He was exceedingly good and a talent that would perhaps be viewed as a rarity by most. But, ones with keen eyes would have known right away that Edgar Li was just an average, ordinary outer disciple before.

Not to demean his undeniable growth; he had surely demonstrated an outstanding performance with the use of his ninth grade of Skin Refinement.

The techniques he had discharged with precision had the results of a student skillfully taught by masters, but that was exactly why he was at a level anyone could easily achieve if given the proper training. The experts he could depend on gave him the privilege to develop faster than most, thus explaining his fast boost in progress.

Contrary to him, Ricky was a man with bottomless aptitude. He was an unpredictable calamity, in which he devoured every knowledge he came across and made it his own to claim. He was an idol that entrances thousands into a daze, robotically following his close to indistinguishable lightning movements with bewildered looks fused with awe shining especially in the young ones' gazes.

him to exceed his own limits. And so, it was with a guilty conscience when he heard the horde burst into confusion and surprise upon the announcement of the final battles,

fourth ranker among the top ten outer

the watchers ignited instantaneously, debates of which adversary would come out dominant incited fights

a spectacular showdown and merely uttered their

through, reaching Zenith's perked ears as he was accused

lips hinting at a faint smile appeared on their face at the

you think

hard to

they waited. It buzzed and singed the surroundings with static; becoming so palpable that it

any inkling as to what Zenith was

why did you pair them?' Elder Evan asked him using his mind, knowing that the other elders were equally

thing, to be able to communicate through thoughts by reaching the highest

know his potential, '

only smiled, his focus

the three Elders all turned to the subject of interest

only chuckled in amusement, apparently getting what Zenith had meant. Truthfully, Ricky's excellent performance would irrefutably qualify him to be of same standing with the top ten outer disciples, but they did not think so far ahead that it would attract the attention of the most powerful figure in their sect.

cultivation method draws the attention of the sect

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give them an explanation, 'You need patience. If Jarvis can

contemplation as they assessed the duel about to unfold before

storm brewing as the wind grew harsher and harsher by the second. Dust and rubble whisked past the two antagonists, loose hair

was destiny that led Ricky to face his enemy--one of the many, in fact. Even so, he did not predict that would be facing Jarvis in their last course in

appeared that they shared

to fight

his chest in a

it gave me a bit of a startle to see you here," sighed Ricky. "Although honestly, it doesn't

He regarded his foe calmly, but it did not mask his look of pure disdain that