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Looking up, he saw a tall and robust young man.
"Little Tiger, what are you doing here? Go back quickly," Yin Hu scolded as he noticed his son approaching.
"Father, Wang made it very clear that anyone present can challenge. Naturally, I want to fight," Little Tiger replied without turning back.
"What the hell are you talking about? Get back here!" Yin Hu said, frustrated.
Originally, this Arena Tournament was not meant for their demon clan.
The designated challengers were essentially everyone except those from their Dragon Emperor faction.
This was meant to showcase their strength and let outsiders see their capabilities.
Having one of their own participate wouldn’t serve any purpose; it was far less impactful than defeating an outsider expert.
"Yin Hu, let Little Tiger go," Underworld River spoke up.
"Well... if Underworld River has spoken, I can only agree," Yin Hu conceded.
Little Tiger ignored his father's objections; in his eyes, there was only one person.
This was his lifelong rival, his nemesis.
"Who is he? I've never seen him before."
"Are you stupid? Didn't you see Tiger Lord call out to him just now? This is Tiger Lord's son."
"Oh! So he's Tiger Lord's son. I heard he's also the leader of the new generation of Eight Great Vajras. Truly, like father, like son."
"Yeah, but looking at this situation, he doesn't seem to get along well with that Dragon King's son."
"I think so too; the atmosphere is quite intense."
"Why waste so many words? Just watch the match."
The surrounding noise did not reach the ears of the two; their eyes were only on each other.
This was certainly not a romantic tension, but rather a mutual respect for one another.
It was a respect for rivals.
Little Tiger's steps were slow yet powerful; he was not in a hurry to take the stage. The battle he sought was not something to be rushed.
He wanted to win, but it wasn't about the Dragon Ball or Ye Mingshang; it was about overcoming himself, the obstacle within his heart.
Ye Mingshang had always overshadowed him, no matter how hard he tried or how strong he became.
Even though he had already crushed his peers and was even catching up to the older generation.
However, there was one person who always stood in front of him, like an insurmountable mountain.
"Ye Mingshang, in a few days, I will surpass you, this mountain," Little Tiger vowed in his heart.
As he walked closer, his momentum gradually rose. He was still around one hundred eighty centimeters tall, but he gave off a feeling of being as solid as the earth.
Ye Mingshang squinted his eyes. "It seems I'm not the only one making progress. Little Tiger, you already have your own momentum."
Momentum refers to aura.
But it is not just any ordinary aura; when an ordinary person is serious, there is a different kind of aura.
He could be quietly reading a book, contemplating his work, or roaring in anger.
Different forms, different auras.
This is a wonderful thing that comes from the spirit and the soul.
What is referred to here as Little Tiger's momentum is the aura that strong individuals possess.
Although in the past, when Little Tiger became serious, he also exuded a sense of pressure and intimidation.
But that was merely pure force crushing down, at most a hint of momentum's embryonic form.
In fact, later on, Little Tiger signed a contract for power and became like a Puppet in a deal with a demon.
At that time, his overall combat power and qualities were actually stronger than Ye Mingshang's in every aspect.
However, he still lost.
That was because he only gained physical strength but lacked his own soul and presence.
Now it seems he has found his own path.
Such a Little Tiger is truly qualified to be Ye Mingshang's rival and nemesis.
In the one-kilometer diameter Arena, Ye Mingshang stood on one side while Little Tiger stood on the other.
The two faced each other from a distance; although they were far apart, the battle had already begun.
"Why aren't they moving?"
"Yeah, what are they doing just standing there? Are they trying to kill each other with their gazes?"
"Come on, hurry up and fight! Is this some kind of date?"
Many people were already impatiently murmuring, creating a constant buzz of noise.
"Shut up, what do you know!" Finally, an elder warrior could no longer tolerate it and shouted.
"What the hell, who are you?" One rebellious person was displeased and started cursing without even turning around. However, when he finally saw the authoritative face of that person, he shivered all over.
"Respectfully, Mr. Jingde!" The man was taken aback.
The person referred to as Jingde glanced at him disdainfully, too lazy to argue but couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"I wondered why the Taoist Sect has withered away; it's because of useless people like you."
Jingde cursed angrily, and the troublemaker could only listen, not daring to say more.
"Alright, why get angry with a child?" an elderly man beside him advised kindly.
"Hmph!" Jingde snorted in anger.
The troublemaker shivered all over but felt relieved when he saw that the other party was ignoring him.
The other person was a senior from the Taoist Sect; if he truly held a grudge against him and made things difficult, it would be enough to give him a hard time even if they did nothing at all.
"It is said that practitioners, upon reaching a certain level, can transcend the limitations of their physical bodies and engage in battles of the soul.
In that realm, regardless of whether your body is unwell or how strong or weak it is, everything depends solely on your mental state, determining victory or defeat based on the height of your soul."
"In other words, even if you are a cripple or completely paralyzed, a child could kill you. But in such a realm, the constraints of the physical body are discarded."
"No matter how powerful a person's body may be, that is only for now. What truly determines how far one can go is still the spirit, or rather, the height of the soul."
The elderly man was quite open-minded; he didn't engage with Jingde and didn't intentionally lower his voice, answering many people's doubts in the process.
This is an era of information explosion, a sentiment echoed in many television novels, and they are not entirely unable to comprehend it.
Although they may not fully understand, they grasp that it is indeed something impressive.
At this point, no one dared to speculate recklessly; everyone was focused intently on the two individuals in the Arena, hoping to glean some insight into their realms.
In the Arena, the two stood at a distance from each other. They appeared calm, but in reality, they were engaged in a fierce mental battle.
If one looked closely, they could see the scene reflected in their eyes.
"Roar!"
The Tiger Roar echoed loudly as a towering, multicolored white tiger roared with authority.
Opposite it stood a young man dressed in a Ceremonial Robe, floating in mid-air with his hands clasped behind his back.
"I didn't expect you to have reached such a level; it truly impresses me," Ye Mingshang said with a nod.
"Hmph! That should be my line. You deliberately brought me into the spiritual world to fight; it seems you have seen through my secrets," the white tiger responded with a cold snort, speaking human words. (To be continued.)
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