The Supreme Eternal Prime God 1000X System From Beginning Chapter 26

The dawn sky stretched endlessly above Azure Dragon Academy, its golden hues casting a soft glow across the towering pagodas and ancient courtyards, the faint hum of spiritual energy vibrating through the very foundation of the sacred grounds, carrying with it the lingering tension that had spread like wildfire through every corner of the Outer Court, through every whispering disciple, through every wary gaze that darted toward a single name carved into the Tournament Stone Board.

Xiao Lin.

His presence had already shattered expectations, his dominance had already rewritten the narrative of the Outer Court, his name had already become something that sent a quiet chill through those who had once dismissed him—but now, they wanted to see him fall.

They needed to see him fall.

Because if he did not—then it meant he was not like them.

It meant he was something else.

Something greater.

Something unstoppable.

And that—was terrifying.

The Grand Tournament Arena was filled to the very edges, its massive stone seating overflowing with disciples, their hushed voices weaving through the air like an invisible storm, their gazes locked onto the colossal platform at the heart of the coliseum, where two figures now stood, the tension between them heavy enough to suffocate.

On one side, Meng Jinhai.

A mountain of a man, his body covered in thick layers of muscle and spiritual markings, his broad stance exuding pure, unfiltered brutality, his dark eyes gleaming with a vicious hunger, his aura radiating a savage killing intent that made the air itself feel heavier, his fists clenched so tightly that the stone beneath his feet cracked under the sheer pressure of his Qi.

He was not known for grace.

He was not

He was known for destruction.

For breaking his opponents apart, for overwhelming them with relentless force, for reducing his enemies to nothing more than shattered bones and bloodied corpses.

And now, as he stood there, his lips curled into a cruel smirk, his Qi surging wildly around him, he exuded nothing but pure, unshakable confidence.

Because this fight—had already been decided.

The night before.

Within a secluded chamber hidden deep within the Outer Court’s restricted halls, away from the prying eyes of the academy’s instructors, away from the ears of those who might interfere, Meng Jinhai knelt before a table, his massive form casting a long shadow over the dimly lit room, his breathing slow, controlled, measured, as the weight of an unseen presence filled the space around him.

Across from him, seated at the head of the table, Zhan Kanzi leaned forward, his fingers intertwined, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes glinting with quiet amusement as he studied the monstrous figure before him.

“You understand your task?” Zhan Kanzi asked softly.

Meng Jinhai exhaled, his lips curling into a cruel grin. “I don’t need orders to crush a weakling.”

Zhan Kanzi chuckled.

“Of course,” he murmured. “But let’s not take any chances, shall we?”

A faint motion of his hand—

And in an instant, a small jade vial was placed onto the table before Meng Jinhai.

He frowned slightly. “What is this?”

Zhan Kanzi’s smirk deepened. “A gift.”

Meng Jinhai’s gaze lingered on the vial for a moment longer before reaching for it, his fingers wrapping around the cool surface, his spiritual sense sweeping through it, and almost immediately—his pupils shrank.

This energy—

It was stronger than anything he had ever encountered.

Zhan Kanzi watched his reaction with quiet amusement.

“It’s a refinement pill,” he explained. “One that will push your Qi beyond its limits, that will let you reach the Ninth Level of Qi Gathering Realm—if only for a short time.”

Meng Jinhai’s breath hitched.

The Ninth Level?

He had been stuck at the Eighth Level for years, unable to break through, unable to advance despite all his training, all his brutal fights, all his relentless struggles—and now, he was being handed the very thing that had eluded him all this time?

He grinned.

A slow, wicked grin.

Because now—Xiao Lin was dead.

Back in the arena.

Meng Jinhai exhaled slowly, feeling the unfathomable power coursing through his veins, feeling his Qi roaring like a raging beast, feeling his strength reaching heights he had never even dreamed of.

This was it.

This was the moment he would crush Xiao Lin beneath his fists, break every bone in his body, reduce him to a mangled heap before the eyes of the entire academy, wipe that indifferent look off his face, and remind everyone watching that no matter how high a man climbed—he could still be torn down.

His smirk widened.

He took a step forward.

“Scared yet?” he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement.

Across from him—

Xiao Lin did not move.

Did not blink.

Did not react.

He simply stood there, hands clasped behind his back, his golden-flecked eyes cold, distant, unimpressed, as if he were watching something beneath his notice, beneath his concern, beneath even the faintest trace of interest.

And that—sent a flicker of unease through Meng Jinhai’s chest.

It was subtle.

Almost imperceptible.

But it was there.

Because that was not the look of a man who felt threatened.

That was the look of a man who had already won.

The Elder overseeing the match raised his hand.

“Begin!”

Meng Jinhai moved instantly.

Faster than ever before.

His Qi exploded outward, the sheer force of his movement shattering the stone beneath his feet, his body launching forward like a falling comet, his fist glowing with raw, concentrated energy as he aimed a single, devastating strike toward Xiao Lin’s chest—

A strike meant to end the battle in one blow.

A strike backed by power that surpassed its limits.

A strike fueled by arrogance, desperation, and the blind belief that he could challenge the heavens.

But before it could land—

Xiao Lin finally moved.

A single step.

A single, effortless motion.

And then—Meng Jinhai’s world shattered.