Joran's grin faded instantly.
"What—?!"
Kael reappeared directly beside him.
The sudden movement shocked the entire arena.
"That speed!"
"It's even faster than Joran!"
Joran reacted quickly and jumped backward.
His eyes were now filled with disbelief.
"You were hiding that technique?"
Kael shook his head.
"No."
"I just learned it."
The audience exploded into noise.
"He created a technique mid-fight?!"
"That's insane!"
Joran's expression hardened.
"Then I'll just push harder!"
His aura flared.
Wind-like Aether surrounded his body.
"Falcon Rush!"
His speed increased dramatically.
He rushed toward Kael in a blur of motion.
This time his strikes came even faster.
But Kael remained calm.
He activated Origin Step again.
His movements became smooth and precise.
Each step allowed him to shift position instantly.
The battlefield turned into a storm of motion.
Two figures flashing across the arena.
The spectators could barely follow the fight.
Joran attacked again.
A powerful kick aimed at Kael's head.
Kael vanished.
Reappearing behind him.
"Origin Strike."
BOOM!
The punch struck Joran's back.
The impact sent him sliding across the arena floor.
Joran struggled to stand.
But his body trembled.
He had taken the full force of Kael's enhanced strength.
Kael slowly walked forward.
Joran looked up and laughed weakly.
"You're… ridiculous."
He raised one hand in surrender.
"I'm done."
The referee immediately stepped forward.
"Winner!"
"Kael Veyron!"
The arena erupted again.
Two major inner disciples defeated in a row.
And Kael had even created a new technique during the fight.
High above the arena, Elder Taron spoke quietly.
"That boy…"
"He learns faster with every battle."
But deep beneath the Iron Flame Sect, inside ancient ruins buried for centuries
A mysterious formation suddenly flickered with faint golden light.
An ancient voice echoed through the darkness.
"…Origin Energy detected."
"The chosen one has appeared."