The arena was a coliseum of titanic proportions, its stands packed with thousands of cultivators, sect elders, and noble spectators.
The vast circular structure loomed like an ancient war monument, its towering stone walls engraved with the battle records of past champions.
Golden banners of various sects and noble clans fluttered in the wind, casting shifting shadows over the waiting combatants.
At its heart stood Arthur, alone on the grandest stage, his hands resting lazily at his sides, his posture utterly relaxed.
Yet, despite his casual stance, his very presence dominated the space like an emperor surveying his domain.
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
"He's too arrogant."
"Does he think standing alone against 300 geniuses is wise?"
"Fool. No matter how strong he is, the numbers will overwhelm him."
