SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

The first collision shook the entire arena. Steam hissed and rose high as fire clashed with water. One of the spiritual screens crackled as it tried to keep up with the speed of the attacks.

“Remarkable! That’s the Gentle Stream Veil! It can absorb shock and redirect elemental energy,” Elder Wu praised, stroking his long beard.

“Hmph. Yi Zhao won’t hold back. He’s already summoned the Twin Sun Merge formation,” Elder Gao of Fire Sun Pavilion said proudly.

Yi Zhao jumped into the air, twisting midair as flames burst from his feet. “Second Sun – Devour!” he roared.

Two enormous sun-like fireballs formed above him and hurtled down. The heat was so intense that even the protective formations shielding the spectators buzzed with strain.

Mu Yang’s eyes sharpened. With a graceful motion of her sleeves, she summoned three rotating water spheres around her, like moons around a planet. She pointed her finger up.

“Ocean Heart – Third Layer: Tsunami Lotus Bloom!”

The three spheres exploded outward, forming a majestic, blooming lotus made of tidal waves. It expanded in size and collided with the twin suns.

BOOM!!

A shockwave swept the stadium, pushing back several inner court disciples near the edge. Steam exploded into the sky, and water poured down like monsoon rain.

“She’s broken through to the late Earth Immortal level. I can feel it in her spell’s spiritual density,” murmured Elder Fei.

“Impressive control. She didn’t waste a single droplet,” said Elder Liang of the Southern Mist Hall.

Yi Zhao skidded back, soaked and coughing smoke. His robe sleeves had burned off, revealing charred gauntlets beneath.

“You’re not bad, Mu Yang,” he said through gritted teeth, “but I’m not finished yet.”

He pressed both palms together. Suddenly, the twin fire wheels behind him shrank and spun inward into a single burning orb—compact and pulsing like a miniature sun.

The sky turned orange. Even elders stood up.

“Impossible… that’s not the Twin Sun Merge. That’s its forbidden variant—Heavenly Core Ignition!” cried an elder.

Yi Zhao’s voice roared over the arena:

“Heavenly Core Ignition: Flame Rebirth Strike!”

He dashed forward, faster than lightning, dragging the compressed sun behind him. His body blurred, turning into a streak of flame, heading straight for Mu Yang.

Mu Yang’s brows twitched. The attack was too fast. She had one choice.

She placed her palms together and whispered:

“Ocean Heart – Final Layer: Mirror of the Abyss.”

The water at her feet spiraled upward, forming a vertical mirror-like wall of pure liquid essence—deep, endless, and still.

As Yi Zhao struck it, everything seemed to slow.

The flaming orb met the mirror… and vanished.

The next moment, he was launched backward, spinning uncontrollably before crashing into the arena wall, shattering several boulders.

Silence.

Then the crowd erupted.

“Mu Yang wins!” the announcer’s voice boomed.

Mu Yang stood calmly, her robe slightly scorched but her hair perfectly intact. Her chest heaved once—only once—and she bowed respectfully toward the fallen Yi Zhao.

Elder Gao stood up in disbelief, slamming his hand on the table. “He ignited his core! That move could injure a Sky Immortal!”

Elder Liam, arms crossed, simply said, “And yet she reflected it. That is the strength of true control.”

“She’s a terrifying water mage. With a little more training, she could become the true hope of this generation,” whispered Elder Xuan.

In the audience, disciples stood in awe.

“That was… real power.”

“She stopped a core ignition attack. I thought that technique was forbidden!”

“I thought Yi Zhao would win, but she… she’s calm as a mountain.”

“Who can face her now? Not even Wu Shen’s Earth Dome can stop that mirror.”

As the medics carried Yi Zhao away, Mu Yang walked off the stage without a word.

She had claimed the first victory of the tournament.

But behind the cheers and commentary, a quiet question began to rise among the elders and the audience:

Where is Kent Clark?

–

The crowd was thunderous, cheers rising like waves as the second match of the Immortal Living Pool Prime Disciple Tournament was about to begin. Colorful spiritual-screens floated in the air like banners of war, displaying every twitch of a contestant’s eyebrow or flash of a blade in glorious detail.

Disciples were on the edge of their seats. Elders floated mid-air in reserved viewing zones, their expressions stern and contemplative, discussing strategies and cultivation insights with the air of great sages.

And then, completely unnoticed… a certain someone wandered in from the side gate.

Kent Clark.

He wasn’t wearing any sect robe. His clothes were clean but common, and he carried a stalk of grilled fish on a stick, chewing it thoughtfully as he looked around the massive arena.

“Hmm? What’s going on here?” Kent muttered to himself, licking the lemon-chili paste off his fingers. “Looks serious. Looks fun.”

He strolled toward the outermost spectator area and found an empty spot on the very last row—a slightly cracked stone bench tucked beneath a canopy of fluttering flags and some half-forgotten-talismans.

Without a hint of urgency, Kent sat down, crossed one-leg over the other, and tilted his head toward the fight. He took another bite of his fish skewer.

“Not bad. Good view,” he said aloud to no one, crunching through a particularly crispy part of the tail. “They even gave me a free seat. Immortal hospitality’s not bad at all.”

The disciple next to him briefly glanced over, then back to the arena. There were too many cheers, spiritual flashes, and dramatic monologues happening in the ring for anyone to care that some random young man in plain clothes had quietly settled in.

Another disciple whispered, “Shhh! Yi Zhao used Heavenly Core Ignition last match. I need to feel the spiritual aftermath to comprehend it!”

Kent blinked. “Wait, that was Yi Zhao? I thought he was taller.”

The disciple frowned but didn’t respond. Kent munched thoughtfully.

“Hmm… these guys are fighting hard. Is there a treasure at stake?” Kent leaned over and whispered to a girl nearby. “Miss, is there a bet going on? I got a few spirit stones. I’ll put five on the one with more teeth.”

The girl looked horrified. “What?! This is the Immortal Living Pool’s Prime Disciple Tournament! It decides our sect’s next generation leader!”

“Ohhh,” Kent nodded slowly. “So not a treasure auction. Got it.”

Several heads turned now, eyebrows furrowed at the strange man casually munching grilled fish during the most prestigious event of the year.

“Who let this outer sect guy in here?” one asked.

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