SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Yue Li’s fingers tracing circles over Lee Dong’s chest, but his gaze was not on her.

It was on the black coffin-like box resting on a nearby jade pedestal.

A box that hummed with quiet, terrifying power.

“Master Lee…” Yue Li cooed, tracing her lips along his ear. “Aren’t you afraid of tomorrow’s duel? I hear this Kent… this new lion… he’s made waves.”

Lee Dong smirked, his eyes never leaving the box. “Waves are made by fish struggling before they’re gutted.”

He leaned back and took a sip of golden fire-wine. “Kent? He’s nothing. Just another insect dancing because no one’s stepped on him yet. Tomorrow, I’ll crush him in three moves.”

“Three?” Yue Li raised an eyebrow. “So confident?”

Lee Dong stood, his robe falling away from his chiseled upper body as he strolled toward the jade pedestal. His hand touched the black box gently.

With a single press of his spirit qi, the seals clicked open.

Out came a blade.

But not just any blade—”Yama’s Fang” a weapon forged in the soul furnace of the Evil Abyss of King Tian’s realm, bathed in the marrow of spirit beasts, and etched with runes that devoured light.

It was a spirit-slaughtering saber, capable of cutting through formations, laws, and soul barriers alike.

“Three moves,” Lee Dong said again, lifting the blade with one arm as effortlessly as one might pick up a feather. “First—slash his barrier. Second—sever his spirit flow. Third—pierce the heart. He’ll die before the fourth breath.”

Yue Li watched in both arousal and dread. She had lain with countless elites, but Lee Dong… he was different. Arrogance dripped from his every word, but it was arrogance carved from blood.

“You know,” Lee said, turning to face her, “it’s not just about the fight. It’s a message.”

He stepped closer, the blade still in his hand. “The Hua family entrusted me with a mission. They fear Kent. I’ll give them his corpse. In return, I rise further. This fight is my stepping stone to legacy.”

Yue Li reached out to touch the saber, but he stopped her.

“You don’t touch Yama’s Fang, darling,” he said with a dark smile. “It bites.”

He sheathed the blade and returned to her side. “Come now, warm my bed. This is my last night before I ascend into legend.”

Yue Li obeyed, but in her heart, a flicker of fear pulsed. She could see it in Lee’s eyes—the cruelty, the certainty, the insatiable hunger for dominance.

As she reached into his arms, he stripped her naked from head to toe, and pushed onto the silk bed. He fell on top of her and inserted his manhood directly into her pink cave.

As their laughter and moans echoed through the palace, outside, the night winds whispered a different truth.

Tomorrow, the arena would not witness a duel.

It would witness the clash of two storms—one of arrogance, one of desperation.

God knows which storm survives!

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Next Day Morning!

Grand Arena…

The Grand Arena of the Immortal Living Pool stood like a heavenly coliseum, suspended between eight glowing spirit peaks, surrounded by cascading waterfalls of liquid qi and clouds of celestial essence swirling above like dragons in slumber.

The arena had not seen such a crowd in centuries. Tens of thousands had gathered, shoulder to shoulder, seated in spiraling stone rows layered with runes to protect the spectators from the force of battle.

Elders from every branch of the sect took their seats with solemn expressions. Outside dignitaries—from the Frost Nation’s imperial family to the Beast Heart Sect, and even emissaries from the Heaven Sword Clan—had arrived, all invited personally by the Immortal Pool Master.

In order to make the world believe that his son killed Kent in fair fight, Pool Master invited all supporter.

The air buzzed with whispers and rumours.

“This isn’t just a duel,” murmured an old formation elder. “This is a weighing of fate.”

“I heard the Pool Master’s own son is fighting a fellow of Mid earth Magus… What a shame!”

“The opponent… Kent, was it? The rising star? People say he took down five peak disciples at once…”

“But that was luck. This is Lee Dong.”

A hush swept through the crowd as a streak of crimson lightning split the skies.

Lee Dong descended.

He didn’t float down like a humble disciple—he crashed like a sovereign comet, landing in the arena’s center, causing the tiles to ripple and quake beneath his pressure.

Clad in obsidian-black battle robes etched with dragon-bone silver, his Peak Earth Immortal aura was like a rising inferno. His gaze was calm, almost bored, as if he’d just arrived to finish paperwork.

Behind him floated the cursed saber Yama’s Fang, sheathed in thick chains of runes, glowing faintly with violet light.

Cheers erupted from the loyalists.

“Master Lee Dong!”

“Heaven’s Wrath! Lee Dong!”

“Kill that lower realm rat!”

He raised his hand once. Silence obeyed.

High above, on the floating Immortal Seat Platform, the Pool Master Bu Dong sat like an emperor. On either side stood other giants of power. Elder Liam stood among them, tense, his fists clenched behind his robe sleeves.

Then came the moment.

A distant clang echoed.

The southern gates opened.

Kent walked in.

No grand entrance. No lightning. Just a man walking into battle.

He wore a simple yet radiant armor, crafted from mythic beast hide and thunder-forged steel, the cloak of storm silk fluttering behind him. His face was calm, but his eyes—burning.

The arena’s atmosphere shifted.

Disciples leaned forward. Elders whispered.

“He’s serious… this isn’t the same Kent from before.”

“He’s… actually prepared to die.”

Kent stepped into the ring and looked at Lee Dong.

Lee smirked, voice loud and slow.

“So, the wandering mongrel finds his way into a royal duel,” he said with a lazy sneer. “Tell me, Kent, did you pray to your beast gods last night?”

Kent’s lips curled. “Only beasts I’m thinking of… are already standing here.”

The crowd gasped.

“Oh ho…” Lee Dong chuckled. “Still with that tongue, I see. It won’t serve you well when I cut it out.”

“You can try,” Kent replied calmly, voice like calm thunder. “But I wonder—if your blade bites as hard as your words. Or are you just barking to impress your little friends?”

Lee’s smile cracked into a frown for a moment.

Above, Elder Liam stepped forward on the platform and shouted, “Silence! This duel has been sanctioned under Immortal Living Pool Law. Not a life-and-death battle… but just a test for Kent’s worth! No interference. No mercy. But two fighters requested to maintain caution.”

The Pool Master raised his hand. A massive golden sigil formed mid-air, sealing the arena under divine contract.

He looked down at the two.

“Begin… when ready,” he said.

A golden bell sounded once.

Lee Dong unsheathed Yama’s Fang.

Kent flexed his hands, fingers twitching with divine lightning.

The wind stopped.

Even the clouds above paused.

And in the very next breath—

The battle for fate began.

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