Chapter 20: The Hunt BeginsThe Misty Cloud Battlefield was filled with the sounds of combat—shouts, explosions, and the clashing of weapons echoed through the dense forest.

    But for Xiao Li, this was not a battlefield.

    It was a hunting ground.

    And he was the predator.

    A group of three disciples in dark green robes moved cautiously through the mist.

    "Stay together! If we work as a team, we can advance!"

    The leader, a tall youth with a scar across his cheek, clenched his sword tightly.

    But then—

    WHOOSH!

    A shadow flashed behind them.

    Before any of them could react—

    BOOM!

    A golden palm strike landed on the leader’s back, sending him crashing into a tree.

    "Gah!"

    The other two disciples turned—

    But it was too late.

    BAM!

    A knee smashed into the second disciple’s stomach, folding him over as he coughed blood.

    The last disciple’s eyes widened in horror.

    "M-Monster!"

    Xiao Li tilted his head.

    "Haven’t heard that one before."

    He flicked his wrist.

    CRACK!

    The last disciple collapsed, unconscious before hitting the ground.

    Three golden talismans floated into the air.

    Xiao Li caught them effortlessly.

    "Three down."

    He vanished into the mist once more.

    Elsewhere, Zhao Wu had already eliminated multiple opponents, but his expression was filled with frustration.

    "Where is he?!"

    He gripped his spear tightly, his aura burning with killing intent.

    "Xiao Li… you dare humiliate me in front of the Academy?!"

    His teeth clenched.

    "I don’t care if I win this tournament… as long as I kill you first!"

    He suddenly turned his head, sensing movement in the mist.

    His eyes flashed.

    "Finally!"

    "XIAO LI!"

    He lunged forward, his spear piercing through the fog—

    Only to hit nothing.

    Zhao Wu froze.

    "What?!"

    Then—

    A chilling voice whispered behind him.

    "Looking for me?"

    Zhao Wu’s body tensed.

    Before he could react—

    BOOOOOOM!

    A golden palm strike slammed into his back, sending him flying into a boulder.

    "ARGH!"

    The impact shattered the rock, and Zhao Wu spat blood as he collapsed to one knee.

    Xiao Li stepped forward, completely unscathed.

    His expression was calm.

    "You talk too much, Zhao Wu."

    Zhao Wu’s fury burned even hotter.

    "Damn you, Xiao Li!"

    He forced himself to stand, gripping his spear tightly.

    "This isn’t over!"

    But Xiao Li smirked.

    "Yes, it is."

    He vanished.

    "Wha—?!"

    CRACK!

    Xiao Li’s fist smashed into Zhao Wu’s stomach, knocking the air from his lungs.

    "GUH—!"

    Zhao Wu’s body crumpled.

    A golden talisman floated into the air.

    Xiao Li caught it effortlessly.

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    Then, without another word, he walked away, leaving Zhao Wu unconscious.

    The Misty Cloud Battlefield was his now.

    And no one could stop him.