The central stone courtyard of the estate had been cleared.Xiao Tian now stood across from Chen Ji, their gazes locked—each calm in a different way.
"Don't worry," Chen Ji said coldly, a smirk playing on his lips."I won't kill a child."
"I didn't plan on dying either,"Xiao Tian replied evenly.
Everyone stood at a distance, forming a loose circle.Bai Ling clenched her fists, her voice filled with concern.
"He's never trained in martial arts…"
Bai Wen, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke.
"Watch closely—and see for yourself whether true 'power' always comes from technique."
A soft step echoed—Chen Ji dashed forward with impressive speed,his palm sweeping out in a light, precise strike.
It was a basic maneuver—but one that carried hidden force beneath its calm exterior.
Xiao Tian didn't move.But in that instant—his eyes changed.
Shuum!
Chen Ji's palm drew close, almost brushing Xiao Tian's robes—But a strange shockwave burst up from beneath Xiao Tian's feet!
The impact rippled across the stone ground—A field of force surged upward, repelling Chen Ji without even touching him!
"What… was that?!"
Chen Ji staggered backward, teeth clenched and brows furrowed.
"Was that… an accident? Or something intentional…?"
Xiao Tian said nothing.His breath was heavy, strained—As though he had pushed beyond the limits of an unfamiliar force.
Around him, the fallen leaves on the ground began to tremble—despite the absence of wind.A soft hum of strange energy stirred in the chests of all who watched.
Bai Wen smiled faintly.
"This child…is the one that power itself has been searching for."