The Supreme Eternal Prime God 1000X System From Beginning Chapter 25

The final echoes of battle rang through the Grand Tournament Arena, the roars of victory and the cries of defeat intertwining in a chaotic symphony of ambition, desperation, and raw, unfiltered determination, as the last remaining Outer Court disciples clashed upon the great stone platforms, their bodies bruised, their Qi reserves nearly depleted, their minds screaming at them to push beyond their limits, for only those who survived this round would be granted the right to continue forward, the right to stand among the final sixteen—the right to reach for the Inner Court.

And yet, despite the intensity of the battles, despite the skill and ferocity displayed by the remaining contestants, despite the power that had been unleashed in the desperate struggle for advancement—

None of it mattered.

Not truly.

Because regardless of how fierce these fights were, regardless of how hard these disciples pushed themselves, regardless of how much effort they poured into each strike, each technique, each desperate attempt to prove their worth—

Everyone knew the truth.

None of them were the strongest.

Because the strongest had already won.

And he had done so without even trying.

Xiao Lin stood in silent observation, his arms folded, his golden-flecked eyes half-lidded in quiet amusement as he watched the last few duels of the second round unfold before him, his expression unreadable, his posture relaxed, his presence like an unshaken mountain amid the chaos of battle.

The names of his so-called “competitors” meant nothing to him.

Their techniques were predictable.

Their movements were slow.

Their ambitions were meaningless.

Because he had already stepped beyond them.

He was not here to fight for a place in the Inner Court.

He was not here to test his abilities against mere Outer Court disciples.

He was here to remind the world who he was.

And that reminder would not be gentle.

As the last battle ended, as the defeated were carried away, as the victors struggled to steady their breath, their eyes darting toward the massive Tournament Stone Board where the next matchups were being revealed, a hush fell over the coliseum, a stillness that sent a quiet chill through the air, for now, there were only sixteen left.

The strongest sixteen.

The names were engraved in golden light, arranged in pairs, each one marking the beginning of the next stage—the true battle that would determine who among them was truly worthy.

Tournament Bracket – Quarterfinals

The matchups were set.

And now, the real battle would begin.

Among the gathered crowd, standing within the upper pavilion where only the most powerful Outer Court disciples were permitted to watch, Zhan Kanzi exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze locked onto Xiao Lin’s name, his lips curling into a slow, calculated smirk as he leaned forward, his fingers tapping lightly against the railing, his mind already working through the next steps of his carefully woven strategy.

“Interesting,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

The disciple beside him, one of his most trusted subordinates, hesitated before speaking.

“Senior Zhan… do you think he’ll lose?”

Zhan Kanzi chuckled.

“Of course not.”

The subordinate blinked. “Then—”

Zhan Kanzi’s smirk widened.

“He won’t lose in the way they expect him to.”

A pause.

Then, he turned his gaze toward Meng Jinhai—Xiao Lin’s next opponent.

A powerful fighter. A brutal warrior. A man known not for his skill, but for his cruelty.

And more importantly—someone who could be easily controlled.

Zhan Kanzi exhaled softly.

“Let the beast do its work.”

That night, as the moon hung high over Azure Dragon Academy, casting silver light across the vast courtyards and towering pagodas, as the remaining sixteen prepared themselves for the next battle, as the academy elders discussed the shocking rise of Xiao Lin, as whispers of his name spread beyond the walls of the Outer Court, reaching ears that had not heard it in years—

A quiet meeting took place beneath the cover of darkness.

A deal was made.

And when Meng Jinhai left that meeting, his Qi flaring around him, his fists clenched, his lips curled into a vicious grin—he already knew how the next match would end.

It would not be a test of strength.

It would not be a duel of equals.

It would be an execution.

And when it was over—Xiao Lin would no longer be a threat.

At the same time, far from the plotting of weak men, seated alone within his private courtyard, surrounded by the soft hum of spiritual energy, his Qi circulating smoothly, his body strengthening with each breath, Xiao Lin sat in quiet meditation, his golden eyes closed, his mind completely at peace.

He already knew what they were planning.

He could feel it in the air, in the movements of those who thought they were unseen, in the whispers that carried through the wind, in the subtle shift of spiritual energy that betrayed their fear.

It was expected.

Predictable.

Laughable.

Because it did not matter how they came for him.

It did not matter how many traps they set, how many obstacles they placed before him, how many fools they convinced to stand in his way.

It did not matter how desperately they clawed at the remnants of their fading power, how bitterly they struggled to hold onto the illusion of control.

Because Xiao Lin was no longer playing their game.

He had already won.

And tomorrow—

He would remind them why.