The Supreme Eternal Prime God : 1000x System From Beginning

Chapter 18 – The Weight of Absolute Supremacy

The battlefield had changed.

What was once a chaotic skirmish of ten desperate cultivators fighting for survival had become something else entirely—a stage of fear, where one man stood untouched while the rest struggled to comprehend the vast, insurmountable gap between them.

Seven disciples had entered this fight alongside him.

Four were already gone.

And now, the last three stood frozen, their bodies tense, their breathing uneven, their minds racing as they tried to understand the monstrous reality that had just unfolded before them.

Xiao Lin was not simply strong.

He was not simply fast.

He was beyond them.

Every move he had made, every strike he had unleashed, every step he had taken had not been the result of instinct or desperation or even necessity—it had been precise, calculated, intentional.

He had not fought them as equals.

He had played with them as a predator plays with dying prey.

And now, standing there in the center of the battlefield, his golden-flecked eyes glowing faintly beneath the harsh sunlight, his expression calm, almost indifferent—he was waiting.

Waiting for them to realize that they had already lost.

The three remaining disciples exchanged a glance.

Their hands clenched around their weapons, their knuckles white from the pressure, their bodies trembling not from exhaustion, but from something deeper—a primal, unshakable instinct telling them to run.

But there was nowhere to run.

And there was no surrender in this battle.

If they wanted to leave this stage standing, there was only one option left.

Desperate.

Foolish.

But still—their only option.

They had to work together.

"Formation!" one of them shouted, stepping forward, his Qi surging wildly as his aura expanded, his stance shifting into a defensive posture. "If we don’t fight as one, we die alone!"

The other two hesitated only for a brief moment before nodding, their own Qi flaring to life, their bodies shifting in perfect synchronization as they closed the distance between themselves, their energy merging into a single, united force.

A three-man combat formation.

A technique rarely used outside of war zones, one that required complete trust, complete synchronization, complete understanding of each other’s strengths and weaknesses—a desperate gamble meant to push three individuals beyond their individual limits and transform them into a single, unbreakable unit.

And under normal circumstances, it would have worked.

Against any other opponent, it would have turned the tide of battle.

But Xiao Lin?

He merely sighed.

Then, in the next instant—he disappeared.

The first disciple barely had time to blink before Xiao Lin reappeared behind him.

His entire body tensed, his instincts screaming, but before he could even turn—

CRACK.

Xiao Lin’s palm collided with the back of his skull, and with a sickening crunch, the man’s vision blurred, his thoughts scattering into nothingness before his body even had time to collapse.

The formation was broken.

The second disciple reacted immediately, spinning mid-step, his sword lashing out in a desperate attempt to catch Xiao Lin before he could shift positions again—

Too slow.

Xiao Lin caught the blade with two fingers.

Then, with a casual flick of his wrist—the sword shattered.

The disciple’s eyes widened in pure horror, his mouth opening to scream—

Xiao Lin drove his knee into his ribs.

A shockwave exploded outward from the impact, sending the man soaring backward, his body smashing against the far end of the battlefield, blood spraying from his lips as his entire chest cavity collapsed inward.

Now only one remained.

And he was already running.

The watching disciples held their breath.

Not a single one dared to speak.

Dared to blink.

Dared to move.

Because what they were witnessing was not a battle.

It was annihilation.

And as they stared at the final contestant left standing, his face twisted in pure terror, his feet stumbling against the cracked stone of the battlefield as he tried to retreat, as he tried to do what every single person watching now wished they could do—

They all understood something at the exact same moment.

He is not one of us.

The last disciple tripped.

His body crashed onto the stone, his breathing ragged, his limbs shaking so violently that he could barely hold onto his own weapon.

He had to move.

He had to get up.

He had to—

A shadow loomed over him.

His heart stopped.

Slowly, as if savoring the moment, Xiao Lin lowered himself to a crouch, his golden eyes meeting the man’s gaze.

He did not speak.

He did not need to speak.

Because his presence alone was already suffocating.

The final disciple’s breath hitched, his throat tightening.

His hands trembled.

And then—his weapon fell from his grasp.

A clang echoed across the silent battlefield.

He had surrendered.

Not by words.

Not by choice.

But because his very soul had broken.

Xiao Lin exhaled softly.

Then, standing to his full height once more, he turned away—because the fight was already over.

The Outer Court had never been this quiet.

Not when the duels began.

Not when the strongest fought.

Not even when Zhan Kanzi himself had once risen to power.

But now, as Xiao Lin walked away from the battlefield without a single injury, without even a drop of sweat on his skin, without even a moment of hesitation—they finally understood.

He was not one of them.

He was something else entirely.

And if this was only the first round…

Then what would he become by the end of the tournament?

In the private pavilion, high above the coliseum, the Inner Court Elders sat in complete silence.

One of them, the eldest among them, exhaled deeply, his expression unreadable.

"...He reminds me of someone."

The others remained quiet, waiting.

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper—

"The Supreme Dragon of the East."

A hush fell over them.

A name not spoken lightly.

A name that had once belonged to a man who had shaken the entire cultivation world.@@novelbin@@

And as they watched Xiao Lin leave the battlefield, not a single one of them doubted that they had just witnessed the rise of something terrifying.

Because Xiao Lin’s path was no longer just the path of a mere Outer Court disciple.

It was the path of a legend.