Novel Full Chapter 1073 - 1073: Tang Zi Chen
At the opposite end of the arena, a golden dragon cry split the air. Sparky swooped low, and Kent stepped down, his figure cloaked in calm indifference. The Heavenly Sword rested lazily across his shoulder, as though it weighed nothing at all. The air around him quivered with suppressed thunder, but his eyes were still and unreadable.
The crowd mocked, booed, shouted curses.
“Trickster! Cheat!”
“Let Shui Lan break his bones!”
“Bet your lives, Shui Lan will crush him in a single blow!”
But Kent did not move. His aura did not waver. He stood in silence, facing Shui Lan with the quiet patience of a predator waiting for the prey to draw close.
The remaining three contenders took their corners, each radiating killing intent.
Zhu Rong, wielder of the Infernal Staff, fire swirling in orbits around him.
Han Yu, swordswoman of the Thunder Valley, her twin blades already crackling.
Ming Tao, earth guardian, wrapped in thick plates of stone armor.
The elder raised his hand. “Five stand. Only two may remain. Let the battle… begin!”
A thunderclap echoed across the arena.
The three surged at once. Fire, thunder, and stone collided in a blinding explosion at the center of the stage. The ground split into canyons as flames clawed into lightning, stone shields shattered under storm blades, and a shockwave sent waves crashing against the spectator barriers. The crowd roared, stomping their feet, chanting their favorites.
“Thunder Valley!”
“Burn him, Zhu Rong!”
“Stone guardian will never fall!”
Their clash was ferocious. Zhu Rong swung the Infernal Staff, each strike birthing torrents of fire that rolled like tsunamis. Han Yu moved like a streak of light, twin blades dancing arcs of violet lightning, cutting through firestorms with merciless precision. Ming Tao stomped the ground, summoning dome after dome of earth, each one layered until it resembled the shell of a mountain tortoise.
For a time, the three were locked in perfect balance, their techniques exploding like fireworks.
But Shui Lan never moved. Kent never moved.
They simply watched. Shui Lan’s eyes glimmered with disdain, his spear humming like a dragon in hunger. Kent leaned his weight onto the Heavenly Sword resting on his shoulder, face unreadable.
The crowd grew restless.
“Why are they not fighting?!”
“They’re waiting… biding their time.”
“Shui Lan will kill them all at once. Just watch!”
Finally, the balance at the center broke. Han Yu’s thunder blades split one of Ming Tao’s domes, and in that instant, Zhu Rong smashed his staff down with a roar. A pillar of fire swallowed them both.
The smoke cleared. Ming Tao’s body flew lifeless out of the arena, burned black, his stone armor shattered. Han Yu barely staggered to her knees, blood spilling from her mouth, half her arm scorched.
“Three remain,” the elder’s voice rang.
Shui Lan finally moved.
With a flick of his finger, the Ocean Breaker spear shot forth. The air itself split apart as the weapon pierced the arena with unstoppable might. Before the injured Han Yu could even raise her blade, the spear punched through her chest, the force blasting her body clear out of the ring. Her scream ended midair.
The crowd cheered wildly, chanting Shui Lan’s name.
“Unstoppable!”
“Golden Heir already decided!”
Shui Lan calmly called his spear back, not even sparing a glance at the corpse. His eyes turned toward Kent, filled with cold challenge.
At the same moment, Kent moved as well. His Heavenly Sword gleamed, but it did not swing. Instead, a single ripple of sword intent flared from him like a wave of invisible death.
Zhu Rong, still raising his staff for another attack, froze. His firestorm collapsed. His eyes widened in horror before his knees buckled. A cut appeared across his chest—a cut no one had seen delivered. Blood spilled and he was sent flying away with life intact.
Silence. Then gasps.
“One move…”
“He finished him… in a single move…”
“At least he didn’t kill!”
Shui Lan’s face finally hardened, his arrogance cracking as he gripped his spear tightly. Kent, still holding the Heavenly Sword lazily across his shoulder, turned to face him fully for the first time.
The two of them stood alone now.
The crowd roared, half in ecstasy, half in disbelief. The two names that had shaken the Seven Nations now stood against each other. Shui Lan, the crowd’s champion, the untouchable genius. Kent King, the so-called trickster, the one they mocked, who had killed with a whisper of sword intent.
Their eyes locked. Kent’s calm, predator stillness against Shui Lan’s burning fury.
The elder’s voice rang over the arena, trembling with anticipation.
“Two remain. Shui Lan. Kent King. The final duel… begins now!”
The crowd’s scream shook the sky.
And the two men stared at each other, their auras swelling, the storm of destiny about to erupt.
“Bang!”
The great bronze bell tolled across the Sky Fire Arena, its sound heavy as mountains. The clash of weapons, the roar of beasts, the roar of the crowd—all fell silent in an instant. Even the banners of flame hanging over the arena trembled with the sudden hush.
The elder who stood overseeing the match lifted his palm, halting the fight mid-motion. “Stop. An esteemed guest has arrived. Pay your respects!”
From the cloud platform above descended a streak of golden light. The spectators surged to their feet, their hearts thundering.
The aura was overwhelming—richer, denser, heavier than even the greatest peak Immortal Magus could exude.
The golden streak landed upon the central platform, dispersing into the figure of a young man with robes of violet-gold and hair flowing like rivers of black silk. His face was carved like jade, calm yet terrible, with eyes that carried galaxies within them.
“Tang Zi Chen…” The whisper spread through the stands like wildfire, exploding into a tidal wave of sound.
“It’s him! The former Golden Heir!”
“He already reached the pinnacle! The Immortal Wizard Syndicate confirmed he’s half a step away from the Mortal Saint realm!”
“To think he would return here, of all places…”
The elder bent into a deep bow. Even the other presiding officials lowered their heads in respect. Tang Zi Chen had once stood where Kent and Shui Lan stood today, but unlike the countless names forgotten with time, his ascension blazed across history. He was the embodiment of what the Golden Heir Tournament promised—a chance to defy heavens themselves.
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Any one remember this name guys?!