Awakening of the Mind Sovereign-Chapter 36: in less than a second!

After the names were registered, there were no more words to be said. The tournament had begun, and the arena was boiling with an energy filled with excitement and deadly tension.

But in the next moment, a powerful voice echoed through the air.

"Enough! All participants, return to your rooms and palaces immediately!"

At that moment, a number of armored warriors appeared. Their bodies radiated a deep aura, their eyes gleamed sharply, and their mere presence made the air feel heavy. They were not just guards but elite warriors of refined cultivation!

There was no room for argument. Everyone obeyed the orders—now was not the time to display strength.

And so, each participant made their way to their private chambers within the grand palaces of the Supreme Court.

In the private chamber of Sect Master Liao Si

The room was quiet, the candlelight casting long shadows on the walls.

Sect Master Liao Si sat with his hand on his chin, while in front of him stood Kyber, his face as cold and expressionless as ever.

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But what occupied the Sect Master's mind more than anything else... was Elliot.

"He's become very strange since that day..." Liao Si muttered in a low voice, as if speaking to himself.

He lifted his gaze to Kyber and added cautiously:

"But I... sense a terrifying energy from him. An energy I can't comprehend... An energy that makes me feel as if I'm drowning in my own blood."

It was not just an illusion—his senses were screaming, warning him that something had changed.

The awaited day had arrived!

From the early hours of dawn, the entire city was bustling with activity. The roads leading to the Grand Tournament Arena were packed with spectators—people from all walks of life, from powerful and weak sects, wandering adventurers, merchants, and even common folk with no strength to speak of, all coming just to witness this grand event!

At the gates of the Grand Arena, a massive barrier surrounded the place. Covered in intricate spiritual engravings, it pulsed and shimmered occasionally, reflecting the power of the guards who cast these enchantments to prevent any external interference.

In the stands... the cheers were deafening!

Thousands of voices filled the air, the roars growing louder with each passing minute, as if everyone had already fallen into a trance of excitement before the tournament even began.

"This is the biggest tournament in the history of the Eastern Continent!"

"Have you heard of the disciple with dragon blood? They say he is undefeated!"

"Nonsense! Everyone knows that the Fierce Wind Sect has the strongest warriors this year!"

No one was certain of what would happen, but one thing was clear...

The battle that would unfold here today would not be forgotten easily.

The judging panel... where the three judges sat!

On an elevated platform in the middle of the arena, three figures sat, their presence alone making the air feel heavier, as if the atmosphere itself had compressed under their existence.

🔸 Zhao – A man with golden hair, his glowing eyes reflecting his immense spiritual power. He sat calmly, observing the crowd with an indifferent gaze.

🔸 Bao – A giant of a man with fiery red hair, his massive body resembling a mountain. Every movement of his radiated an immense pressure, and he wore a smug grin.

The screams of the crowd intensified, the applause shook the arena, and the sky itself seemed ready to crack from the sheer volume of the cheering!

Today was the long-awaited tournament day, where the strongest sects in the continent would clash, and the path to the top would be paved with blood.

The stands were packed to the very last seat!

The air was thick with tension, and all eyes were fixed on the moment the battles would begin. The strong watched with arrogance, the weak felt an overwhelming pressure, while the fighters stared at the arena with burning determination...

The judging panel sat atop a towering platform...

Zhao, the man with golden hair, lounged in his luxurious chair, his eyes half-closed, yet anyone who looked at him felt as if they were staring at a hidden blade, sharp and ready to strike.

Bao, the red-haired giant, stroked his beard with a fierce smile. His massive body moved with difficulty, but those who knew him understood that this body concealed an immeasurable power.

And finally, Tao, the woman with blazing red hair, who had not spoken a single word, yet anyone who met her gaze felt as if they had fallen into a burning hellish abyss.

In the heart of the arena, the referee stood with absolute authority, his voice echoing as he announced the rules!

"Here are the tournament rules!"

"Each sect will send all their disciples into the arena, but only five of them can fight!"

"The battles will begin with the fifth-rank sects. They will fight until only one sect remains!"

"After that, the surviving sects from each rank will clash, until the strongest sect stands victorious!"

"As for the losers... their fate is uncertain!"

A heavy silence filled the air—then... an explosion of deafening cheers!

"LET THE TOURNAMENT... BEGIN!!!"

The sun stood high in the sky, its scorching rays shining down on the massive arena where the sects would meet in a battle where there was no place for the weak. The cheers roared from every direction, and everyone awaited the moment when the true massacre would begin.

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The Beginning of Battles – Fifth-Rank Sects

The first warriors stepped forward, each sect striving to prove itself on this blood-stained land.

In the first match, the Stone Blade Sect crumbled after a fierce battle against the Storm Fist Sect, which asserted its dominance with sheer brutality, crushing its opponent without the slightest mercy.

As for the second match, it ended in mere moments... The Scorching Shadow Sect obliterated its opponent, using deceptive and lethal techniques to claim victory with ease.

And now... the awaited turn had come—the turn where everyone would witness what Elliot, Kyber, and the formidable disciple could do.

The five unconquerable warriors of the Life Planning Sect stood, surrounded by a murderous aura. They had won two consecutive matches, and now they were facing Elliot's team.

At the forefront stood Liao Bao, the strongest among them... A seasoned warrior at the fourth spiritual rank, whose soul power surpassed his level. Behind him stood four others, ranging between the first and third spiritual ranks. They were all confident, their arrogant smiles only increasing the tension in the air.

Elliot's Withdrawal... or Just Arrogance?

Elliot took a step forward, glanced at his opponents... then calmly sat down, leaning back as if the matter didn't concern him.

"I don't feel like fighting right now," he said coldly. "You handle them."

A heavy silence blanketed the arena. Everyone looked at Elliot as if they couldn't believe what he had just said. Was he withdrawing so easily? Or was there something else?

Liao Bao Mocks... and Kyber Smiles!

Liao Bao burst into laughter. "Hah! Are you joking with me? You're sending me fighters of the third and first spiritual ranks? What kind of mockery is this?!"

But before he could finish speaking, Kyber was already smiling—a smile that carried nothing but disdain.

"Oh, I don't like arrogant people," he paused for a moment, then continued in a lethal tone, "And second... I don't like killing arrogant people... but I was forced to."

300%... The Speed of Death!

In an instant, everything changed.

"Activation—300%!"

Kyber vanished.

There was no flash, no trace of movement. He simply disappeared.

He appeared above his opponents' heads—then vanished again.

The audience didn't understand what had happened!

The opponents didn't understand what had happened!

But in the next moment... they were already dead.

Five bodies collapsed simultaneously, their eyes wide open— as if death itself had passed through them before they could even comprehend it.

As for Kyber... he stood in the middle of the arena, raising his little finger with a calm smile.

"I touched you all," he said quietly before dusting off his hands, as if shaking off some dirt.

The battle ended before it even began...

The undefeated sect was wiped out... in less than a second!