The VIP platform was woefully deficient in Easterners, with only the Gourmet and Junâer to represent them. The rest were largely Northern dignitaries, with a spattering of Westerners. They were all silent as mice after watching the swordsman.
Ten thousand swords as one, occupying a single space.
âBoomâ!â Constantine was fired backwards from a blow. He struck the force field so hard it bounced him back. He lay on the floor, covered in a hundred cuts the Spear of Fate could not defend him from.
âYouâve lost!â Xuanyuan Shishi was completely untouched. His smile was back, one which the audience saw as friendly and appreciative. Constantine saw it differently, however. To him, that smile was full of ridicule.
âBastard, Iâm not done yet!â Constantine roared. His body surged with holy light, instantly cauterizing his wounds and halting the bleeding. The damage from Shishiâs sword qi was ever more evident, though. The Inquisitorâs healing light was not as effective as it should have been.
âGfah!â He spat another mouthful of blood, staggered, then full to his backside. Constantine, his eyes full of disbelief, had lost.
The sword dissolved in to mist, which slithered around Shishi and up his nose. He smiled pleasantly, then left the ring.
The underdog once more exploded in to the lead. Constantine, High Inquisitor of the Pontiffâs Citadel was eliminated! Xuanyuan Shishi had emerged as the qualifier for Group Four. He still had to fight Blackmoon, but everyone knew how that fight would play out.
The tournament was inching along, with two of the four groups locked up. The results were already much different than people had predicted. Constantine and Yan Ningya â two of the favorites â had been weeded out. Meanwhile the binary shock that was Jun Yongye and Xuanyuan Shishi exploded on to the public stage.
Two groups were still uncertain, though they could be guessed. For Group Two, the fight to watch would be Jiang Yuan and the Pharmacist. Most expected the Pharmacist to win, since Jiang Yuanâs abilities appeared much weaker. Group One looked much the same. Titan held back in his last fight, but most assumed it was out of respect for his female opponent. Although Lan Jue had pulled a surprise victory over the Wolf King, many believed Zeusâ defeat at the hand of Titan was inevitable.
Tomorrow everyone would have their answer. Tomorrow, the final four would be revealed!
Lan Jueâs keen eyes followed Jun Yongye and Xuanyuan Shishi as they exchanged another high-five 1. He stood and trotted their way.
âI look forward to our fights,â Lan Jue said, stopping in front of them. He smiled amicably, his eyes calm and welcoming.
Jun Yongye returned the expression. Shishi looked a little surprised. âExcellent! Weâll see if your Taiji is stronger, of if my sword style has a little more. But if Iâm being honest, it doesnât look like you have the Discipline. Maybe the next time we meet.â
Lan Jue chuckled. âI guess weâll have to see what happens.â
âDonât let us down,â Jun Yongye interjected matter-of-factly.
This tournament had been full of unexpected upset, something the audience could not get enough of. There were two more today for them to talk about. Zeus and Shishi won their matches and in doing so, had made the next few rounds much more interesting.
Who was stronger between the two Eastern swordsmen? What will happen when they have to face Titan or the Pharmacist? The finals were already a rush of emotions for these spectators. To them it seemed almost a formality, and they were eager for the real contests ahead.
**
âCan I take you out for a drink?â The Driver intercepted Cao Shuiqin in the waiting area.
The musicianâs eyes dropped to the floor. âI donât drink.â
The Driver answered. âI have tea.â
âAlright.â After a moment she lifted her head, and nodded at him. Their eyes met, and she could feel the heat in his gaze. Her cheeks flushed.
The Driver motioned for her to lead, in a very classical and gentlemanly gesture. Cao Shuiqin, her instrument cradled in her arms, walked on.
**
Lan Jue and the Pharmacist left the arena together. As they idly walked through the streets, he turned to her. âHey sis, Xuanyuan Shishi and Jun Yongye. Which one do you suspect youâll be facing?â
She sniffed a laugh. âIâm only worried about facing you.â
âYou have such faith in me!â He remarked.
She smirked at him. âWhat, just a little encouragement. You donât like your chances?â
He replied. âItâs not that. Iâm eager to get in the finals and see how I do against those two.â
The Pharmacist was solemn. âThese two are definitely not pushovers. Xuanyuan Shishi did not beat Constantine by luck. He won from sheer skill and understanding. Jun Yongye is even stronger.â
âI never said Iâd win,â Lan Jue countered with a chuckle. âI want to see what I can learn about swordsmanship, fighting them. Iâve already decided that my Astrum will be a sword, itâs important for me to know how to use one.â
She nodded. âItâs a good opportunity. Honestly, Iâm surprised you were able to beat Qi Mu without Qianlinâs help. A pleasant upset to my expectations.â
Lan Jue shrugged. âItâs not usually that easy. He set the tone, I just followed the notes. He never got a chance to use his whole strength. I donât think he fully recovered from using the third metamorphosis yesterday, either.â
With a smile, the Pharmacist added. âYou must have learned quite a lot today. Meditate on it when we get back.â
Lan Jue had been especially punished by the thirteen claw-swiped from Qi Muâs transformation. Heâd been able to deflect them by joining his Discipline with Taiji, but only just barely. If Qi Mu had pressed the attack for much longer, heâd have had to rely on more tricks to eke out a victory. Thankfully he hadnât had do. He grit his teeth and forced himself to take it, hoping that conflict would lead to progress.
In the end, it was a success.
The last year â largely thanks to the Mystic Raiment and Qianlinâs other powers â he had seen a tremendous boost to his potential. When heâd first starting joining with Qianlin it was like he was a rough diamond. Every fight polished that diamond a little bit more. Each fight changed his Core in a positive way.
It had been much more difficult to defend against the wolfâs attacks than people probably thought. It had forced him to really apply himself to integrating his Taiji abilities. Integration was the most important part of martial training. Only when an Adept joined their martial skill with their Discipline were they at their most potent. Why was Jun Yongye so strong? Because you couldnât differentiate him from his weapon. He was his weapon, completely absorbed by his philosophy. That was why people saw his skills as almost peerless.
That was what Lan Jue wanted for himself, and today was a solid step in the right direction. All of this had positive implications for his future that he couldnât even describe. Already he could sense the progress â he was at the peak of second degree now. Soon, he would break through to third rank for the second time. If he just kept his nose pressed to the grindstone, progress was assured.
âDaddy!â Junâerâs ringing voice called out to him. His face immediately broke in to a beaming smile as the Gourmet handed her over. She pecked him on the cheek. âYouâre so great, daddy. The best!â
He chuckled at her enthusiasm. âI get all my power from little Junâer! Letâs go, I think you need something to eat!â
The Gourmet smiled at the two of them. âDid someone say eat? Count me in.â
âThe undisputed king of Northern food is the steak,â Lan Jue said with a laugh. âI think that should be our target.â
The Gourmet nodded emphatically. âSounds good to me! Itâs about the only thing Iâll stomach. Impressive fight today, by the way. You certainly captured my attention.â
âDo you know anything about Jun Yongye or Xuanyuan Shishi?â He asked. âWhy is it no one seems to have heard of them?â
The Gourmet shrugged helplessly. âNo one is right. Iâve asked everyone who could have any information, even the Keeper and Wine Master. No one knows anything about them. Itâs like they were just born out of the stones 2. Not a single bit of information to be found anywhere. Whatever the case, itâs evident that theyâre Easterners. When the fights are over Iâll see if I canât put out some feelers, but Iâm not sure if weâll be able to win them over.â
âYou should do everything you can to win your groups! It would be a mean slap to the Northâs face, followed back a swift backhand to the West.â
And wasnât that the truth? Both of these strong strangers were from the East. They didnât represent Skyfire Avenue, but they were countrymen. If the Pharmacist and Lan Jue beat out their competition, then the finals would be dominated by a single Alliance. Aside from the prestige, those six S-ranked power gems the North would have to pay to their rival. Theyâd be so mad it would give the Conclave a collective aneurism.
The Terminator looked like he knew it, judging by his sour expression. He sat quietly in the assembly chamber, joined by the Epochrion Huan Xue.
âThis whole things seems wrong. Could the East have rigged the games?â Huan Xue mused.
But the Terminator shook his head. âNo. I saw the look on the Gourmetâs face. He doesnât know them either. But something seems familiar about these two young men. They arenât as strong as Jue Di, but in the future? I donât want them to leave the North, no matter who they are.â
1. If you literally translate high-five, it means âto attack handsâ. Shout that at the next frat party â Attack my hand bro!!
2. This is a common Chinese trope in old stories, were powerful individuals like âGourd Boyâ and the Monkey King would be born out of a stone egg or gourd