The Supreme Eternal Prime God : 1000x System From Beginning

Chapter 10 – The Moment the Academy Changed

The silence that followed Xiao Lin’s strike was deafening.

Wei Tong lay sprawled at the far end of the stage, dust swirling around his crumpled figure, his chest heaving as he fought to comprehend what had just happened. His entire body throbbed with pain, a dull, spreading ache that made his limbs feel heavy and unresponsive.

It didn’t make sense.

That punch… it wasn’t just strong.

It had been precise. Calculated. Lethal.

Not a reckless display of brute force, not an uncontrolled burst of Qi, but something far more terrifying—the strike of someone who knew exactly how to destroy an opponent with the least amount of effort.

A strike meant to break a man before he even had a chance to fight back.

The realization sent an unfamiliar sensation creeping into Wei Tong’s chest.

Fear.

And judging by the wide-eyed expressions of the watching disciples, he wasn’t the only one feeling it.

No one spoke. No one moved.

They had expected a battle. A fierce exchange of blows, a clash of wills between two powerful cultivators.

But instead—Xiao Lin had landed a single strike.

And Wei Tong had been sent flying like a helpless fool.

Across the stage, Xiao Lin stood exactly where he had been at the start, his posture relaxed, his golden eyes indifferent.

To him, this fight had already ended.

But Wei Tong refused to accept that.

With a furious growl, he forced himself upright, staggering slightly before bracing his stance. His hand clutched at his abdomen, his Qi surging wildly as he glared at Xiao Lin with pure, unfiltered rage.

"You… you dare look down on me?"

Xiao Lin didn’t respond.

Didn’t even acknowledge the insult.

He simply watched, waiting.

Wei Tong’s fury only grew.

"Fine," he spat, his breath uneven. "Since you want to act like you’ve already won… let’s see how long that arrogance lasts!"

With a sharp inhale, he gathered all the Qi within his dantian, channeling it into his fists. His spiritual energy flared violently, his aura expanding outward in a visible wave of condensed power.

The onlookers tensed.

"He’s using his full strength."

"That’s the Mountain Crushing Fist technique. It’s a Qi-enhanced physical strike that’s broken bones in previous duels!"

"If Xiao Lin gets hit by that, even if he survives, he’ll be crippled again!"

Wei Tong’s hands trembled from the sheer intensity of the Qi gathering around them, the stone floor beneath him cracking from the pressure.

Then—he moved.

Faster than before.

His feet pounded against the dueling stage as he closed the distance, his body twisting mid-air as he raised both hands above his head. The air shook from the sheer momentum of his descent, his fists glowing with a deep, pulsing light.

"Take this!"

His fists slammed down toward Xiao Lin’s head.

The attack should have been devastating.

A direct hit would have shattered bones, ruptured organs—ended the fight instantly.

But just as the strike was about to land—

Xiao Lin disappeared.

One moment he was standing there.

The next, he was gone.

Wei Tong’s attack struck nothing but empty air, the force of his Mountain Crushing Fist smashing into the stone platform with an explosive crash, sending dust and debris flying in all directions.

The ground beneath him fractured, splitting apart from the impact.

Gasps rang out across the watching crowd.

"He missed? No—where is he?"

Then, before anyone could react, a flicker of movement appeared directly behind Wei Tong.

Xiao Lin had reappeared.

Not dodging.

Not retreating.

He had already positioned himself for a counterattack.

Wei Tong barely had time to register the shift in space before Xiao Lin’s elbow drove into his spine.

CRACK.

A sickening crunch echoed through the air as Wei Tong’s body lurched forward violently, his eyes bulging as raw pain shot through his nerves.

He staggered, his knees nearly buckling.

But before he could even cry out, Xiao Lin was already moving again.

A palm strike slammed into his ribs.

Another burst of force, sending him skidding across the stone surface.

He barely caught himself before toppling over the edge of the dueling platform, coughing violently as he struggled to stay upright.

His vision swam. His Qi was in disarray. His arms trembled from the shock of each impact.

But more than anything—he couldn’t understand.

How?

How was this happening?

How was he losing this badly?

His mind raced, but his body could barely keep up.

And across from him, Xiao Lin simply stood there, his breathing steady, his posture unchanged.

Wei Tong gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stand straight despite the pain screaming through his body. His hands curled into fists, his knuckles whitening.

He refused to lose.

He couldn’t lose.

With a final, desperate roar, he poured every ounce of Qi into his legs, launching himself forward one last time.

If he could just land a clean hit—just one—then maybe, just maybe—

Xiao Lin’s foot slammed into his chest.

Not a normal kick.

Not an ordinary strike.

A precise, controlled attack, aimed directly at his sternum, driving all the breath from his lungs in a single brutal motion.

Wei Tong’s body lifted off the ground.

For a brief, agonizing moment, he felt weightless.

And then—he was flying backward.

The world spun violently as he soared through the air, his ears ringing, his consciousness flickering in and out.

Then—he was no longer on the dueling stage.

He crashed into the ground outside the ring.

The watching disciples stared in stunned silence.

Wei Tong had been kicked out of the arena.

Which meant—

The duel was over.

Xiao Lin had won.

Not just won—he had obliterated Wei Tong in a display so overwhelming, so one-sided, that no one could even call it a fight.

The realization hit them all at once.

And the silence erupted into chaos.

"Impossible!"

"Wei Tong lost?! That fast?!"

"What… what did we just witness?"@@novelbin@@

In the private viewing section, Zhan Kanzi’s smirk faded ever so slightly.

He leaned forward, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his chair.

For the first time, a flicker of something sharp and calculating entered his gaze.

This was no accident.

No stroke of luck.

Xiao Lin wasn’t just strong.

He was far beyond anything they had anticipated.

And if he wasn’t stopped now—he would become a problem.

A serious problem.

Zhan Kanzi exhaled slowly, his smirk returning, but this time—it was colder.

"Interesting," he murmured.

"Let’s see how far you can climb, Xiao Lin. Before I break you again."