Novel Full Chapter 495: Third Fight of The Competition (2)
Chapter 495: Third Fight of The Competition (2)
Arena Number Ten became strangely silent.
The wind blowing through the stands seemed to carry away every voice, every conversation, every murmur that had once filled the air.
What had previously been the constant buzz of eager spectators had now transformed into an almost tangible anticipation, a silence laden with curiosity and speculation.
Even before the match began, dozens of gazes remained fixed on the young man in purple robes who waited calmly beside the platform.
His violet eyes were focused on the arena, but his mind was elsewhere, mentally preparing himself to use his third dantian.
The reason for so much attention was simple.
Sun Luguo.
The greatest blacksmith of the Sky Caravan remained seated in the stands, his enormous body occupying nearly three ordinary seats.
His arms were crossed over his broad chest, and a satisfied smile rested on his lips. He made no effort to hide himself or disguise his presence. He was there to watch, and he wanted everyone to know it.
His massive physique alone attracted attention. Even among the crowd, Sun Luguo was unmistakable, a giant among men, a mountain of muscle and presence. His thick beard, his calloused skin shaped by years of labor, and his eyes shining with the wisdom of decades of experience.
Now, however, it was his presence that fueled everyone’s curiosity. It was not merely a famous blacksmith watching just another fight.
It was Sun Luguo, the master who had refused disciples for decades, who had rejected countless hopefuls, who was known for his strict standards and extreme selectiveness.
"Who exactly is that kid?" a middle-aged spectator frowned, his eyes scanning Kyrian’s figure.
"I’ve never seen him before," another replied, shaking his head.
"He’s not from here, that’s for sure. I know almost every talented young person in the Sky Caravan."
"Neither do I," a woman added, her eyes narrowing as she evaluated him.
"But he must be someone important. Sun Luguo wouldn’t come to watch just any match."
"For Sun Luguo to come in person..." the first spectator continued, his voice filled with speculation.
"He must have some important background. Maybe he’s the son of some great family?"
"Or maybe he’s a prodigy," another suggested.
"Someone Master Sun discovered and decided to train."
"Could he be the son of some great family?" The question echoed through the spectators, each offering their own theories.
The speculation quickly spread throughout the stands. What had begun as isolated murmurs soon turned into a wave of conversations, voices overlapping in a chorus of curiosity.
Within just a few minutes, practically the entire arena was talking about the unknown young man. Eyes turned toward him, evaluating him, trying to unravel his mystery. Some pointed discreetly, while others whispered among themselves.
Then, a man discreetly raised his hand, a gesture that drew the attention of those around him.
"Actually..." His voice was low, yet filled with conviction.
Everyone turned toward him, falling silent to listen.
"I know who he is."
Immediately, several people moved closer, leaning forward in anticipation.
"You do?" a woman asked, her eyes shining with curiosity.
"That kid showed up at Master Sun’s workshop a few days ago," the man replied, maintaining an air of mystery.
"I was there that day, placing a few orders. That’s when everything happened."
He took a deep breath before continuing, as though he were about to reveal an important secret.
"Sun Luguo accepted that young man as his disciple."
Silence.
The impact of those words was immediate. Some spectators widened their eyes, while others stood with their mouths hanging open in shock.
"A disciple?" one man repeated, as though he could not believe what he had just heard.
"Master Sun accepted a disciple?"
"But... hasn’t he turned everyone down for decades?" a woman added, her voice filled with disbelief.
"I’ve personally seen talented youngsters beg him for a chance, and he always said no."
"Exactly." The man nodded, confirming her words.
"That’s why I recognized the kid the moment I saw him today. He was the only one Sun Luguo had accepted."
He paused, allowing the information to sink in.
"So... he came to watch his new disciple fight."
A murmur quickly swept through the entire audience. The news spread like wildfire through dry grass, each person passing it along to their neighbor, every group discussing its implications.
Now everything made sense. Sun Luguo’s presence, his satisfied smile, and his obvious interest in the match that was about to begin.
He wasn’t simply watching another competition. He was there to watch his disciple, to evaluate his performance, to witness what his new student was capable of.
"A disciple of Sun Luguo..." someone murmured, admiration evident in their voice.
"That’s huge."
"He must be incredibly talented to be accepted by Master Sun."
"Let’s see what he can do."
Meanwhile...
Kyrian remained completely calm.
His violet eyes silently observed the arena. The spiritual formations surrounding it glowed softly, ready to activate and protect the spectators.
The conversations around him failed to draw even the slightest bit of his interest. He was already accustomed to being the center of attention, to having countless eyes fixed upon him. It was neither something that bothered him nor distracted him.
His mind was focused on a single objective. The battle ahead. Not merely to win, although that was certainly part of his plan, but to test his Third Mirrored Eye and solidify the technique he had created during his training.
Then, heavy footsteps echoed from the opposite side of the platform.
Each step was firm, measured, and filled with confidence. The sound reverberated throughout the silent arena, causing many people to immediately turn their heads.
A middle-aged man was slowly approaching.
He stood nearly two meters tall. His body was broad and muscular, built for battle. Every muscle was visible beneath his dark blue clothes, and his large, calloused hands swung naturally at his sides.
His face radiated determination, marked by small scars accumulated over years of combat. They were not severe wounds, but rather the marks of someone who had faced countless opponents, someone who had learned from every battle.
He wore simple, practical dark blue clothes without any unnecessary ornaments. He walked without the slightest hint of haste, as though he had all the time in the world, as though victory were already guaranteed.
But... the moment he stepped into the arena...
A powerful spiritual pressure spread throughout the entire area.
The invisible Qi made even the air itself seem heavier. The spectators closest to the platform felt a tightness in their chests, a suffocating pressure born solely from the cultivator’s overwhelming strength.
"It’s him."
"Wu Fan!"
"He actually came to participate!"
"I didn’t expect to run into him this early in the eliminations."
"I heard he’s already at the 7° stage of the Core Formation Realm."
"He’s almost reached the 8° stage."