Chương 401: Seven Battles

An hour before dawn, I made my way through the sect's pathways toward the tournament arena, my breath forming small clouds that dissipated quickly in the cool morning breeze. The familiar weight of anticipation settled in my chest, that particular mixture of excitement and nervousness that came before any major competition. But this felt different from four days ago. Four days ago, I'd walked these same paths with Wei Lin and Lin Mei, the three of us forming a cohesive unit with shared goals and mutual support.

Today, I walked alone, just like every other competitor making their way to the arena in the pre-dawn darkness. The solitude felt strange after months of team cultivation and group missions. No friendly banter from Wei Lin about market opportunities or cultivation insights. No Lin Mei offering practical advice about spiritual herb applications or asking questions about formation theory. Just me, my thoughts, and the steady rhythm of my footsteps on the stone pathway.

"Different energy today," Azure observed as I approached the arena's entrance.

"More focused, more... predatory." He wasn't wrong. Even from a distance, I could sense the change in atmosphere. Where the team phase had encouraged cooperation and mutual support, today's event was designed around a fundamentally different principle: only one person could advance from each match. There would be no shared victories, no team strategies, no ability to cover for each other's weaknesses. Pure individual competition in its rawest form.

As I entered the arena proper, the first thing that struck me was how different the competitor staging area felt. Instead of teams clustering together in small groups, 128 disciples stood scattered across the space, each maintaining their own bubble of personal space. The natural camaraderie that had developed during the Fallen Realm trials had evaporated overnight, replaced by the careful assessment of potential opponents.

I spotted Yuan Zhen near the eastern wall, his ordinary appearance somehow making him more intimidating rather than less. The ninth-stage cultivator who could have joined the inner sect a year ago stood with perfect posture, his spiritual pressure so controlled it was almost undetectable. But there was something in his stance, the way he held himself, that suggested coiled potential waiting to be unleashed.

Chen Feng and his "Shadow Wraith Squad" had naturally separated, each team member now a potential enemy to the others. The Ghost Step Expert himself stood alone near the arena's center, his tall frame and sharp features making him easy to spot. His recent breakthrough to eighth stage had clearly given him confidence; he surveyed the other competitors with the calculating gaze of someone mentally cataloging strengths and weaknesses.

Earth Fist Liu was impossible to miss, his mountain-like physique dominating whatever section of the arena he occupied. The eighth-stage cultivator's earth-element spiritual pressure created a subtle gravity well that made nearby disciples unconsciously step away, giving him a natural circle of space. His former teammates, the ranged specialists who'd supported him during team battles, now stood at opposite ends of the staging area.

Ming Yue moved through the crowd with the grace that marked all water cultivators, but there was something different about her movements today. More predatory, like a shark gliding through calm waters. Her poison expert and sound specialist teammates had likewise scattered, their former coordination replaced by wary observation of each other's capabilities.

"Look at how they're positioning themselves," I murmured internally to Azure.

"Everyone's trying to get a read on the competition without revealing their own capabilities."

"Standard pre-competition psychology," Azure replied.

"Though I notice the higher-stage cultivators are being more obvious about their spiritual pressure. Intimidation tactics." He was right. The ninth-stage cultivators in particular were allowing their cultivation bases to radiate outward, creating an almost physical presence that pressed against the spiritual senses of nearby disciples. It was a classic dominance display, designed to make lower-stage competitors question their chances before the fighting even began.

I kept my own Pseudo-Elemental Realm cultivation carefully controlled, I wasn't interested in intimidation tactics or pre-battle posturing. Let the others waste energy on spiritual pressure displays and dominance games, I'd let my actions speak for themselves when it actually mattered. The real measure of a cultivator wasn't how much they could make others uncomfortable in a staging area, but how they performed when lives were on the line.

A familiar laugh caught my attention, and I turned to see Wei Lin approaching from the arena's western entrance. Despite everything that had changed, seeing him still brought a smile to my face. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.

"Well, well," Wei Lin called out as he got closer, his trademark grin firmly in place.

"Look who's trying to blend in with the crowd. Not quite the same as fighting shadow phoenixes together, is it?"

"Definitely a different energy," I agreed, clasping his offered hand.

"So," Wei Lin said, lowering his voice slightly, "any thoughts on who you're hoping to avoid in the early rounds?" I glanced around at our fellow competitors, considering the question.

"Yuan Zhen, obviously. Wu Kangming would be premature, I want that fight, but later when it'll mean something. Chen Feng might be interesting, actually. I've been curious about how those shadow techniques would fare against my plant manipulation."

"Careful what you wish for," Wei Lin grinned.

"Though I have to admit, I'm more worried about drawing Chen Feng myself. Shadow techniques are tricky for my marketplace, how do you establish proper exchange rates when your opponent can phase in and out of reality? It's like trying to trade with smoke." That was ironic coming from someone who could manipulate void energy and phase themself.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Anyone in particular you're hoping to face?"

"Earth Fist Liu," Wei Lin said without hesitation.

"Raw power versus versatility. I want to see if my energy conversion techniques can handle his seismic attacks. Plus, it would be good practice for facing you later in the tournament." I raised an eyebrow.

"Confident we'll both make it that far?"

"Optimistic," he corrected with a smile.

"But yes, I think we've both got a good shot at making the final rounds. The question is whether we'll end up having to eliminate each other to get there." There was something bittersweet about that possibility. Part of me hoped we'd never have to face each other in combat. Wei Lin had become one of my closest friends in this world, and the idea of having to defeat him for tournament advancement felt wrong somehow.

But another part of me, the part that thrived on challenge and growth, was genuinely curious about how such a battle would play out. We'd never really tested ourselves against each other seriously, and both of us had advanced significantly since our early sect days.

"May the best cultivator win," I said, repeating the same phrase we had uttered just days ago in the same arena.

"May the best cultivator win," Wei Lin agreed, gripping my hand firmly.

"Though I fully intend for that to be me."

"We'll see about that." As Wei Lin moved off to find his own space, I scanned the viewing areas for familiar faces. It didn't take long to spot my parents in the Core Disciple section, their civilian clothing standing out among the ornate robes of the sect's elite and visiting nobles. My mother was easy to pick out, her hand resting protectively over her growing belly as she spoke animatedly with Lin Mei.

Even from this distance, I could see the worry lines around her eyes, the way she kept glancing toward the arena floor where her son would soon be fighting for advancement. My father stood beside her, his posture straight and proud despite the obvious tension in his shoulders. Lin Mei sat between my parents and Liu Chen, her sixth-stage cultivation making her the odd one out in a viewing section designed for much higher-level cultivators.

But Liu Chen had clearly arranged for her to have access, and she looked comfortable despite the prestigious company. When my mother spotted me looking in their direction, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. She raised her hand in an enthusiastic wave, apparently unconcerned with the attention it drew from nearby Core Disciples. My father's wave was more restrained but no less warm, and I could see him saying something to Lin Mei that made her laugh.

Liu Chen caught my eye and gave me a thumbs up, his young face radiating confidence in my abilities. Even from across the arena, his message was clear: he believed I could win this thing. The support was warming, but it also added pressure. These people were counting on me to succeed, to advance through the tournament and claim the championship. Not just for my own sake, but to justify their faith in my potential.

"Deep breath," Azure advised.

"Remember, pressure is just energy looking for direction. Channel it into focus rather than anxiety." Good advice. I forced myself to relax my shoulders and steady my breathing, using a simple meditation technique that the sect had taught us months ago. The nervous energy didn't disappear, but it became more manageable, more useful. Looking around at the 128 competitors scattered across the arena floor, I reminded myself of something that had been keeping my confidence steady over the past three days.

Despite how overwhelming it might seem to face this many talented cultivators, the tournament structure actually worked in my favor. Seven rounds. Seven opponents. Seven victories to claim the championship. Not 127 opponents. Just seven. The realization had hit me during my final preparation session, when I'd been mentally cataloging all the powerful cultivators I'd need to potentially face. I'd been thinking about it wrong, treating the tournament like I needed to defeat everyone present.

But single elimination meant I only needed to be better than seven specific people on specific days. Those seven people would undoubtedly be incredibly skilled. The tournament was designed to progressively eliminate weaker competitors, meaning each round would be more difficult than the last. By the semifinals, I'd be facing genuine monsters of cultivation. But seven individual battles? That felt achievable.

Especially when I considered my various advantages: the rune techniques most competitors had never faced, the tree manifestation ability that could neutralize spiritual attacks, the world-walking experience that had taught me to adapt quickly to unfamiliar environments. Plus, I'd been specifically training for single combat situations.

Unlike the team-based trials where I'd needed to coordinate with Wei Lin and Lin Mei, individual battles would allow me to use my full arsenal without worrying about friendly fire or having to protect others.

"Confident thoughts," Azure observed approvingly.

"Though don't let confidence become overconfidence. Seven opponents chosen by tournament progression will be exponentially more dangerous than seven random disciples."

"I know," I replied internally.

"But I'd rather face seven elite opponents I can prepare for than try to out-muscle everyone here in a battle royale."