Chu Yan stood in Section A, surrounded by other students who eyed him warily. With the cultivation level and skill he showed before, Chu Yan knows he probably becomes the No. 1 enemy in entire Section A.
The Elder Zhu's voice rang out across the hall, announcing the start of the first round. "First match: Chu Yan versus Liu Ming."
Chu Yan stepped forward, his movements calm and measured, his expression unreadable. His opponent, Liu Ming, was a well-built student known for his aggressive fighting style. As they faced each other in the center of the ring, the atmosphere grew tense, the crowd holding its breath in anticipation.
The referee raised his hand and then brought it down sharply. "Begin!"
Liu Ming wasted no time, charging at Chu Yan with a fierce battle cry, his fists enveloped in a faint, glowing aura, turned into a claw, enveloped in a faint, glowing aura, a human-grade, middle-level Eagle Strike technique. He aimed to tear straight at Chu Yan's chest, intending to overwhelm him with sheer force from the start.
But Chu Yan was prepared. With an effortless motion, he sidestepped the attack, allowing Liu Ming's momentum to carry him past. As Liu Ming stumbled forward off-balance, Chu Yan struck. His fist shot out like lightning, striking at Liu Ming's side. Even though Liu Ming noticed the approaching attack, his body reacted a little too late.
The entire match had lasted only a few seconds.
Gasps echoed through the crowd as they witnessed Chu Yan's effortless victory. The referee stepped forward and raised his hand. "Chu Yan wins!"
Even if Liu Ming loses, he still pass the test as long as one have courage to fight. Of course, it's a shame that he can't demonstrate his abilities in front of this influential examiner.
Many students in Section A began to feel the pressure brought by Chu Yan, especially Yu Yunfei. Even though the match just now is simple, the way of attacking is too precise, making it difficult even for her to defend at that speed.
Match after match, Chu Yan continued to dominate. His movements were fluid, his attacks precise, and his defense impenetrable. Each opponent that stepped into the ring with him found themselves swiftly outmatched. The strength Chu Yan shows is almost like endless, without end.
In his second match, he faced a student skilled in a defensive martial art, known for his ability to withstand powerful blows. The student set up a solid guard, determined to exhaust Chu Yan's stamina and tire him out.
However, in the face of sheer might, any strategy or expertise was rendered meaningless. Chu Yan hit as he targeted weak places in the defense, sending him flying a dozen meters backward.
"Chu Yan wins!"
By the fourth match, a pattern had emerged. Chu Yan's dominance was so overwhelming that his opponents began to hesitate before even entering the ring. The confidence they had at the start of the evaluation had been eroded by the sight of their peers being defeated one after another with little effort.
After a while, all the matches in Section A had been completed, save for the final one.
The final match of Section A was the one everyone had been waiting for—Chu Yan versus Yu Yunfei. As the two stepped into the ring, the tension in the air was palpable. Yu Yunfei had watched every one of Chu Yan's matches, her determination growing with each victory. She knew he was outmatched in terms of raw strength, but she still wanted to see how much the gap between them.
At the stage, these two people stand opposite each other. Suddenly, Yu Yunfei said, "Student Yan, I know even if I use all my strength, it still doesn't even compare to half of your strength, but I hope you can use all your strength in the match."
Hearing this, Chu Yan was stunned. Based on his impression, the class monitor is a type who looked down on others secretly, but it appears that his outburst strength has changed this rather narrow-minded female.
After a moment Chu Yan replied," I understand."
After hearing Chu Yan's response, Yu Yunfei's eyes turned serious as she drew a sword from her wrist.
The referee stepped forward, his voice ringing out over the silent crowd. "This is the final match of Section A. Chu Yan versus Yu Yunfei. Begin!"
Yu Yunfei launched forward with a fierce shout, her sword flashing in the light as she executed a rapid series of strikes. Her movements were fast and aggressive, her blade a blur as it sought to find a weakness in Chu Yan's defense.
In an instant, Chu Yan's expression hardened, and a wave of powerful, oppressive energy burst forth from him. It was as if a storm had suddenly erupted in the middle of the ring. The sheer intensity of Chu Yan's aura caused the air around him to tremble, and the entire hall seemed to freeze in place as the students and examiners alike felt the weight of his true strength.
Yu Yunfei's sword strike faltered mid-swing as she was overwhelmed by the pressure. It was as if an invisible force had pressed down on her, sapping her strength and resolve. Her eyes widened in shock, and her body trembled under the sheer magnitude of Chu Yan's unleashed aura.
Chu Yan didn't waste a moment. In a flash, he moved, his sword cutting through the air with blinding speed. The blade struck Yu Yunfei's sword with a resounding clang, sending it flying out of her hand. Before Yu Yunfei could react, Chu Yan's sword was at her throat, the cold steel hovering just millimeters from her skin.
The match was over.
The silence in the hall was deafening as the reality of what had just happened sank in. Yu Yunfei, the genius and determined female warrior, had been utterly defeated.
The referee, stunned by the display of power, quickly recovered and raised his hand. "Winner of Section A: Chu Yan!"
The crowd erupted into applause, a mix of admiration and awe at Chu Yan's performance. The admiration and awe come from the tremendous strength released by Chu Yan.
If one was stronger than the others, a tinge of jealousy arose. However, if one's strength significantly above common logic, jealousy transformed into respect.
As Chu Yan sheathed his sword and stepped away from the ring, he cast a complicated glance at Yu Yunfei, who was still kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily. Before, his strength could not even reach ordinary martial artists, but now, his strength can even be considered top in White River City.
Yu Yunfei looked up, her face a mixture of defeat and respect. Though she had lost, she knew that she had faced someone extraordinary—someone who had yet to reveal the full extent of their potential.