One Move Kill! Stunning the Entire Arena!

That afternoon, it was Zhao Tian's turn to compete.

When the host announced, "Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Zhao Tian, six years old, level twenty-two Soul Grandmaster, Martial Soul: Radiant Phoenix," the entire arena erupted once more.

"Six years old! Level twenty-two! Radiant Phoenix!"

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has produced a monster!"

"What kind of Martial Soul is the Radiant Phoenix? Why have I never heard of it?"

"A legendary, supreme-grade Martial Soul! This is my first time seeing the real thing!"

Amid deafening cheers, Zhao Tian stepped onto the arena.

His opponent was a boy from some mid-sized sect, twelve years old and a level twenty-three Soul Grandmaster, with the Flame Lion Martial Soul.

Seeing that Zhao Tian was only six, his opponent sneered disdainfully.

"A little six-year-old brat. So what if your Soul Power is a bit higher? Go home and drink milk. This isn't a place for you."

Zhao Tian's expression did not change as he looked at him indifferently.

"The match begins!"

The referee gave the order.

The Flame Lion Soul Master struck first. With Martial Soul Possession, two yellow soul rings lit up.

"First Soul Skill—Flame Impact!"

A stream of fire erupted from his palm and swept toward Zhao Tian.

Zhao Tian stood where he was without moving.

The spectators cried out in alarm, thinking he had been frightened silly.

Just as the flames were about to hit him, Zhao Tian moved.

Radiant Phoenix Martial Soul Possession. A golden phantom of a phoenix appeared behind him, and two yellow soul rings rose beneath his feet.

His first soul ring lit up.

"First Soul Skill—Phoenix Holy Light Blast!"

A dazzling beam of light burst forth before Zhao Tian, instantly blasting apart the fire before continuing toward his opponent.

The Flame Lion Soul Master turned pale and tried to dodge, but the beam was far too fast.

Boom!

His entire body was struck by the beam and sent flying. He crashed heavily onto the arena floor, smoke rising from his body.

One move. Instant kill.

The entire arena fell silent.

A moment later, deafening cheers erupted again.

"Radiant Phoenix! Radiant Phoenix! Radiant Phoenix!"

The spectators crazily shouted the name of Zhao Tian's Martial Soul, their voices piercing the heavens.

Zhao Tian withdrew his Martial Soul and calmly walked off the arena.

From beginning to end, he did not even look back at his opponent.

In the stands, Ning Rongrong jumped up excitedly.

"Zhao Tian won! Zhao Tian won!"

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong exchanged glances, each seeing satisfaction in the others' eyes.

This child had not disappointed them after all.

High above the arena, a purple figure watched everything unfold.

Bibi Dong sat in her private viewing area, a complicated glint flashing through her violet eyes.

"Radiant Phoenix... it truly lives up to its reputation."

She murmured softly, her tone carrying an unfathomable meaning.

"However, this is only the beginning."

"The true test still lies ahead."

Zhao Tian walked off the arena, his expression as calm as still water.

That victory had not made him complacent, because he knew it was only the beginning. The truly powerful opponents were still ahead.

"Zhao Tian! You were incredible!"

Ning Rongrong ran down from the stands and rushed in front of Zhao Tian, her little face flushed with excitement.

"You defeated him in one move! Did you see those people's expressions? They were all stunned!"

Zhao Tian smiled and reached out to rub her head.

"That was only the first match. The opponents afterward will only grow stronger."

"Then Rongrong isn't afraid either! With Rongrong supporting you, you'll definitely defeat everyone!"

Ning Rongrong clenched her little fists and declared confidently.

"Alright."

Zhao Tian nodded, his gaze falling on the arena.

At that moment, the next match was underway. Both sides were quite strong, and the battle was evenly matched.

Zhao Tian watched closely, not missing a single detail.

Any of these opponents could stand against him in the future.

Understanding their fighting styles and the traits of their soul skills was crucial.

After the first day of preliminaries ended, half of the thirty-two contestants had been eliminated, leaving sixteen to advance.

Zhao Tian, Yu Tianheng, Shui Bing'er, Huo Wushuang, Tuoba Xin, Feng Xiaotian, and the others all advanced smoothly. There were no upsets.

The next day's matches would be the elimination round from sixteen to eight.

After returning to their residence, Ning Fengzhi summoned Zhao Tian and Ning Rongrong to his room.

"Tian'er, you performed very well today."

Ning Fengzhi sat in his chair, looking warmly at Zhao Tian.

"But from here on, your opponents will become stronger and stronger. You cannot defeat them in one move as easily as you did today."

Zhao Tian nodded. "This disciple understands. Today's opponent was too weak and not worth wasting time on."

"Mm."

Ning Fengzhi nodded in satisfaction before taking out a list.

"This is tomorrow's match schedule. Your opponent is Huo Wushuang of the Single-Horn Fire Dragon Sect."

Huo Wushuang.

The image of that flame-covered youth appeared in Zhao Tian's mind.

A level twenty-six Soul Grandmaster, with the One-Horned Fire Explosive Dragon Martial Soul. He was extremely fast and attacked fiercely, the most outstanding genius of this generation of the Single-Horn Fire Dragon Sect.

"Huo Wushuang's Martial Soul is the One-Horned Fire Explosive Dragon, a fire-attributed beast Martial Soul that excels in speed and explosive power."

Ning Fengzhi analyzed.

"His first soul skill is 'Single-Horn Fire Dragon Assault,' allowing him to unleash extremely high speed for a short time and charge into his opponent."

"His second soul skill is 'Blazing Claw.' It is extremely powerful and carries a burning effect."

"Tian'er, how do you plan to deal with him?"

Zhao Tian thought for a moment and said, "His strengths are speed and explosive power, but defense is his weakness. As long as I can withstand his first wave of attacks and seize an opportunity to counterattack, I have a chance of winning."

"Well said."

Chen Xin walked in from outside and took over.

"But you have overlooked one thing. Huo Wushuang has more combat experience than you. He will not easily give you a chance to counterattack."

Zhao Tian fell silent for a moment before saying, "Then I'll force him into making a mistake."

"How?"

Chen Xin pressed.

A sharp gleam flashed in Zhao Tian's eyes. "With speed greater than his."

The next day, at the arena.

There were even more spectators than yesterday, and the stands were packed.

Today was the elimination round from sixteen to eight. Every match was a clash between strong contenders, far more exciting than yesterday.

Zhao Tian and Ning Rongrong sat in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's private viewing area, waiting for the matches to begin.

"Next, the second match: Zhao Tian of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect versus Huo Wushuang of the Single-Horn Fire Dragon Sect!"

The host's voice resounded throughout the arena.

The spectators erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

Zhao Tian stood and looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, wait for me to come back."

"Mm! You'll definitely win!"

Ning Rongrong nodded firmly, her eyes filled with trust.

Zhao Tian turned and walked toward the arena.

Huo Wushuang was already in position on the arena.

He looked to be around ten years old, with short fiery red hair and a lean build. His entire body radiated scorching heat.

When Huo Wushuang saw Zhao Tian step onto the arena, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"Little brat, that move yesterday was indeed impressive, but today, you won't have it so easy."

Zhao Tian remained calm and looked at him indifferently.

"Are you done?"