The morning sky shimmered with pale light, but Li Ming barely noticed. His focus was on the Sky Arena ahead, where the final rounds of the Grand Sect Tournament would begin.
Bai Guo landed on his shoulder, feathers bristling. "Descendant, are you ready? Remember, this isn't practice. This is where the sect earns its reputation."
Li Ming's hand tightened around his sword. The Core Formation in his dantian pulsed steadily. First level — it wasn't much yet, but every strike now carried real weight, real energy. Years of Foundation Building had led to this.
Lan Yue arrived beside him, her blade gleaming in the sunlight. "Stay focused, Li Ming. Even in a team, one misstep can cost the match — or worse."
Li Ming smirked. "Don't worry. I've learned a thing or two about missteps… mostly how to avoid exploding myself."
Bai Guo snorted. "Mostly? That's generous."
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Wu Jian appeared next, fire barely flickering around his arms. "Li Ming," he said coldly. "Try not to overshadow me."
