"Don't you know that young man is the son of Emperor Wei Nianzhen? That emperor once possessed power and skill so profound he could rule over a million universes a rare and peerless master... What a pity he passed away too soon, without even getting to see his own son's face. He left while his wife was still pregnant." Another emperor spoke up during the conversation, his eyes tinged with deep regret.
"Sigh… No matter how wretched my life became after my wife's passing, it still pales in comparison to that boy's fate…" Emperor Chunfeilong sighed heavily, his voice strained as he cast his gaze toward the arena. Then, in a low but firm tone, he continued:
"When Emperor Wei Nianzhen's wife was pregnant, nearing her due date, she had to sacrifice her own life just so her son could be born into this world... What a cruel twist of fate."
He paused for a moment before speaking again, his voice solemn and his eyes shadowed.
"Young Master Wei Xue's life has been more tragic than anyone's. He lost both his father and mother, yet never once experienced the warmth of family... Not even once."
"In less than a thousand years, that boy will have to ascend the throne in place of his late father, bearing the duties, the fate, and the hopes of all his loyal subjects... A burden that will never end."
His words trailed off with a long sigh from Chunfeilong as he shook his head in sorrow, as if he could already see the desolate future of that lonely young man...
"That boy's life... is truly tragic beyond measure." Emperor Xiang Rendi murmured, his gaze fixed on the arena with a heavy, melancholic expression.
A soft sigh escaped his lips, like an unspoken signal of pity too profound for words...
Meanwhile, Wei Xue and Ming Hui continued their fierce battle, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. Their power and skill clashed in a deadlock so intense that even the surrounding spectators barely dared to blink.
Ming Hui moved with lightning speed, his palm striking forward in a dazzling burst of golden light. The energy surged forth in an unrelenting barrage, like a torrential storm of radiance.
But Wei Xue dodged flawlessly, his body weaving left and right with fluid grace, elusive as the wind or a fleeting shadow.
In an instant, he slipped through a gap in Ming Hui's attack and delivered a precise kick to his knee, sending him crashing to the ground.
Yet everyone gasped in shock as, mere moments later, Ming Hui miraculously sprang back up, showing no signs of injury as if he had never fallen at all.
He retaliated immediately with a powerful palm strike aimed straight at Wei Xue's chest!
But Wei Xue refused to be hit so easily. He twisted away at the last second, narrowly avoiding the attack as if he had foreseen it. Ming Hui's strike grazed past him without even brushing his skin.
"Little brother… You're not bad at all! But no matter what, today I will defeat you!!"
Ming Hui declared with unwavering determination, his eyes blazing with resolve.
Suddenly, he struck again, his palm shooting forward like a bolt of lightning!
Yet Wei Xue didn't retreat even half a step. Instead, he raised his foot and slammed it down onto Ming Hui's wrist with startling speed. A sharp crack! echoed as Ming Hui's powerful palm nearly shattered in an instant.
Yet Wei Xue held back he only disrupted the attack without causing real damage, deliberately avoiding serious harm.
Ming Hui flinched slightly before quickly retreating. He raised his other palm, clashing against Wei Xue's in the next instant.
The sound of their palms colliding resonated like wind meeting water.
Their movements flowed in a fierce, rapid exchange, as if they had practiced together for centuries.
In a split second, Wei Xue lifted his leg and aimed a kick straight at Ming Hui's chest but Ming Hui dodged at the last moment!
He countered immediately with a kick of his own, but Wei Xue flipped backward like flowing water, evading effortlessly.
Before Ming Hui could recover, Wei Xue lashed out with a swift palm strike.
Ming Hui hastily gathered his strength and blocked with both hands.
The two spun around each other like dancers in a deadly waltz, their palms clashing at close range, their bodies so near they could feel each other's breath.
The sound of their battle thundered like lightning across the arena, under the breathless gaze of the spectators.
At the edge of the arena, a group of young girls stood watching, their eyes locked onto Wei Xue's strikingly handsome face, as if enchanted by his calm, penetrating gaze.
"Young Master Wei Xue… is so handsome!" one of the girls blurted out amidst the crowd.
Instantly, the other girls around her nodded in unison, their hearts fluttering with admiration for his graceful yet powerful combat style. Though still young, he exuded a depth of skill and composure far beyond his years, making their pulses race uncontrollably.
On the arena floor, Wei Xue continued fighting with an expression of serene focus, completely unaware that he had already become the dream in many young hearts...
Wei Xue suddenly leaped into the air, spinning mid-motion before thrusting out his palm toward Ming Hui's chest. But Ming Hui dodged just in time, raising his leg to block the strike.
Wei Xue flipped away, then instantly pivoted and delivered a sweeping kick toward Ming Hui's side.
Yet Ming Hui twisted aside, narrowly avoiding the blow. Then, Wei Xue struck again, his palm blazing like molten lava as it shot forward.
Ming Hui's eyes widened in shock before he barely managed to evade.
"Little brother Wei Xue, I won't let you win this time! Hmph!" Ming Hui roared before unleashing a radiant golden light toward Wei Xue without hesitation.
Wei Xue simply looked at him with silent, steady eyes, offering no verbal response. Then, with fluid grace, he sidestepped the golden beam before countering with his own fiery palm strike.
Their hands clashed again, and for over ten minutes, they exchanged blows in a relentless duel.
Before long, Ming Hui lifted his leg and aimed a powerful kick at Wei Xue's torso but Wei Xue ducked swiftly.
Then, in a flash, Wei Xue retaliated with a single, searing palm strike aimed straight at Ming Hui's chest.
Ming Hui barely managed to twist away, but the force sent him hurtling backward before he crashed onto the ground, landing flat on his back!
The impact caused the ground beneath him to tremble and crack in several places, though not extensively.
Ming Hui tried to rise but found himself unable. He coughed up blood before collapsing again, his body seemingly drained of all strength...
After several minutes passed and Ming Hui still hadn't moved...
It was clear Wei Xue was the victor!
"Young Master Wei Xue is the winner!!" A middle-aged man standing beside the arena announced loudly.
Instantly, the noble-born girls in the crowd erupted in joy, their eyes still glued to Wei Xue's flawless, radiant complexion and strikingly handsome face.
Not only was his appearance captivating, but his combat prowess was extraordinary. The girls smiled sweetly as they applauded truly, he was the epitome of perfection.
The sound of applause thundered throughout the area, the crowd buzzing with admiration and chatter.
"Wei Xue, you're quite an interesting young man." One emperor remarked with a broad smile.
"I predicted correctly the winner was always going to be Young Master Wei Xue. He's truly exceptional. To possess such skill at just six years old…" Another emperor added, clapping several times with clear admiration in his eyes.
Elder Yow Yichen, seated at the highest platform of the leaders' podium, watched with a stern and profound gaze one that carried the weight of long experience.
He observed Wei Xue for a long moment, his eyes calm yet hiding an unspoken depth, as if contemplating something beyond words.
Wei Xue stood silently at the center of the arena, his eyes sweeping over the surroundings with tranquil composure. Though victory was his, there was not a trace of arrogance in his gaze.
The corners of his lips curled into a faint smile one that carried quiet pride.
Then, without hesitation, he strode confidently toward Ming Hui, who still lay sprawled on the ground.
When he reached him, Wei Xue crouched slightly and extended a slender, dust-streaked hand to help him up with gentle courtesy.
"Brother Ming Hui, I apologize for going too hard on you…" he said sincerely, his voice soft. "Are you hurt anywhere? If needed, I'll help you back to your seat."
Ming Hui looked at him silently, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions acceptance, defeat, and a hidden warmth.
Slowly, he allowed Wei Xue to help him up, then slung an arm over his shoulder in a gesture of camaraderie.
"I'm fine... Just a slight internal pain."
Ming Hui spoke calmly, though his tone carried gratitude. "Thank you, little brother Wei Xue, for helping me."
Wei Xue gave a slight nod, saying nothing more. The two walked together until they reached the spot where the other young nobles and disciples stood watching.
Wei Xue carefully assisted Ming Hui to a resting position, all while the crowd's eyes remained fixed on him.
Then, without fanfare, he turned and walked away quietly, the breeze lightly brushing against his robes as if refusing to leave even the slightest mark on the moment of his victory.
The young girls, having seen Wei Xue step down from the arena, immediately swarmed around him like ants drawn to honey, their excitement and admiration palpable in the air.
The atmosphere buzzed with whispers and laughter, filling the space with vibrant energy. Wei Xue shone like a star amidst their infatuation, each girl yearning to get closer and bask in his charm.
"Wei Xue, you were amazing!" one girl exclaimed in a sweet voice.
Yet Wei Xue responded with an icy gaze, his expression indifferent to the girls surrounding him. Without a word, he coldly pushed aside one of the girls blocking his path and walked away, utterly indifferent to their admiration.