The moment Shen Tao landed in the arena, the atmosphere shifted. The air grew thick with killing intent, pressing down like an invisible mountain.
Ochieng remained still, but his golden eyes sharpened.
"You've finally stopped hiding behind your men," he said, smirking.
Shen Tao's blue robes fluttered as his energy surged. The ground beneath him cracked as he clenched his fists. "You think you're ready to challenge me?"
Ochieng didn't answer. He moved.
His body blurred—so fast that even the spectators couldn't follow.
BOOM!
The two figures collided in a flash of blue and gold.
Shen Tao's palm clashed against Ochieng's fist, shaking the entire arena. A deep crater formed beneath them from the sheer force.
Gasps erupted from the audience.
This wasn't a normal battle.
This was a fight between monsters.
Shen Tao twisted his body, delivering a devastating kick toward Ochieng's ribs.
SWOOSH!
Ochieng barely dodged, flipping backward. He landed lightly, but the ground under his feet shattered like glass.
Shen Tao's power was real.
But so was his.
Ochieng clenched his fists, and golden lightning crackled around his arms. His voice was calm, but his energy was anything but.
"I don't need to beat you. I just need to show the world that you're not invincible."
Shen Tao's face darkened.
"Arrogant."
He vanished.
Ochieng's instincts screamed—he barely had time to react before a palm covered in blue flames slammed into his chest.
BOOM!
Ochieng was sent flying. He crashed into the arena walls, shattering stone upon impact.
The crowd erupted.
Shen Tao stood tall, dusting off his robe. "And so falls another fool who thinks they can defy me."
But then—
CRACK.
The rubble shifted.
A golden glow pierced through the dust.
Ochieng rose, wiping blood from his lips.
"I'm not done yet."
Breaking the Limit
The ground trembled.
Ochieng's aura exploded—the golden energy around him intensifying to an almost blinding degree. His breathing was heavy, but his grin remained.
Shen Tao frowned.
"You shouldn't be standing."
Ochieng rolled his shoulders. "You shouldn't have underestimated me."
His voice was low, filled with danger.
And then he attacked.
This time, Shen Tao couldn't dodge.
BAM!
A fist slammed into his gut, sending him skidding back. His vision blurred—he barely had time to block before another strike came.
Ochieng wasn't just fighting.
He was dominating.
Each punch carried the force of a storm. Each kick felt like a mountain collapsing. Shen Tao, the dreaded Celestial Dragon, was being pushed back.
The crowd went silent.
No one had ever seen Shen Tao on the defensive before.
He gritted his teeth, anger flashing in his eyes. "You dare—?!"
BOOM!
Ochieng's final strike sent him flying, crashing into his own throne.
The arena walls cracked. Dust and debris filled the air.
Ochieng stood tall, his chest rising and falling. His knuckles dripped blood, but his expression was victorious.
For the first time… the Celestial Dragon Clan had been humiliated.
Shen Tao didn't rise immediately. His body trembled, but his eyes burned with rage.
Ochieng stepped forward, standing over him.
His voice was cold. "Remember this feeling, Shen Tao. The feeling of being powerless."
He turned away, walking toward the exit.
The arena remained deathly silent.
And then—
Cheers erupted.
The world had just witnessed something impossible.
A legend was beginning.