The battles on the arena were fierce. Everyone who came to compete for Rhea Yang's hand was giving it their all—life and death didn't matter. As long as you defeated your opponent, you advanced to the next round.
This time, whoever stood until the very end would become Rhea Yang's husband. No one objected to this—after all, this was a world where strength ruled, and power meant everything.
Accompanied by her maid, Rhea Yang arrived at the spectator platform by the arena. At this moment, the Yang Clan's patriarch and several elders were all seated, watching the matches unfold.
There was also an elder on the arena itself—Rhea Yang's second uncle. He was the referee for this competition, and his strength had already reached the eighth layer of the Heaven Martial Realm, which was considered quite impressive in the Heavenly Dragon Empire.
Seeing Rhea Yang come out, the Yang Clan patriarch, Yang Dong, laughed and said, “Rhea, are you here to check out your future husband? There are quite a few outstanding young men here for this tournament—some have even reached the Heaven Martial Realm. It's honestly shocking.”
“Looks like your charm really is something else. The Yang Clan’s influence is about to grow even stronger. I can’t wait to see who’ll become my ideal son-in-law.”
“Dad, I don’t like any of them. Didn’t I already tell you I have someone I love? Why won’t you listen to me? He’s the Great General of the Heavenly Dragon Empire—doesn’t that status qualify him to marry your daughter?” Rhea Yang said.
“Heh, the Great General? Isn’t he about the same age as me? If he really liked you, why hasn’t he shown up yet? Rhea, you’ve been fooled—why be so stubborn? Just look at these young men, each one is handsome and talented. I like them already,” Yang Dong said.
Rhea glared at Yang Dong and said, “You take your time picking, then. Whoever dares become my husband can get ready to be poisoned. I’ll see how long he lasts.”
“You—don’t you dare mess around, or I’ll ground you for a month! Let’s see what you do then. You’re driving me crazy! Lan’er, take the young miss back. I get annoyed just looking at her!” Yang Dong snapped angrily.
The referee was momentarily at a loss for words and looked up at Darren Yang on the viewing platform, hoping for a clear answer.
Darren Yang understood at once and said, "If you can defeat these five, I'll give you my daughter. But if you lose or die, Yang Gate bears no responsibility."
"Good. In that case, let's get started—I don't want to waste any more time," Evan said with a smile.
The five on the stage glared at Evan, eyes practically spitting fire. He was a dark horse crashing in halfway, and now he was shamelessly talking about taking on all five at once—they all wanted him dead.
Evan could read their murderous intent from their eyes. He just smiled faintly, acting completely unconcerned as he stood quietly at the center of the stage.
The referee announced, "Begin!" As soon as his voice rang out, the five simultaneously unleashed their strongest martial techniques, attacking Evan from all sides.
The crowd watched anxiously. Most thought this youth was reckless—one against five was basically suicide. Some timid spectators even closed their eyes, afraid to see a bloody mess.
Even Darren Yang was startled. He couldn't see through this mysterious youth's cultivation. Either he was a master even stronger than Darren himself, or he was so weak he hadn't even reached Earth Martial Realm.
He found the first option hard to believe—he'd never heard of such a figure. But the second seemed unlikely too, given Evan's calm demeanor. For a moment, curiosity about this youth overwhelmed him.
The five attacks landed on Evan, but there was no scene of bodies being torn apart, nor any blood splattering on the spot.
Evan stood there without moving an inch, but the five youths who attacked him were sent flying several meters by the rebound force, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.
"How is this possible? That kid actually took the full-force attack of five people at once! Is he already at Divine Martial Realm? This is unbelievable!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
Darren Yang, sitting on the viewing platform, couldn't stay seated either. Even he couldn't withstand a combined attack like that. This youth had to be even stronger than him—a real powerhouse. Suddenly, a thought struck him: could this be the Evan Chu that Rhea mentioned? The Great General of the Heavenly Dragon Empire?
Evan looked at the five and said coldly, "You're not even close to being my opponents. My woman isn't someone you can dream of touching. You'd better leave now—otherwise, next time, it'll be your lives on the line." His words were icy, sending chills down everyone's spine.
The crowd shivered at his words, feeling the chill run down their spines. The five battered contenders struggled to get up, faces pale with fear and humiliation.
Seeing Evan’s overwhelming strength, the referee didn’t dare say another word. He simply nodded, signaling that the match was over.
Darren Yang’s expression turned complicated. He had wanted to use the tournament to boost Yang Gate’s reputation, but now Evan Chu had completely stolen the spotlight.
He forced a smile and said, "Evan Chu, since you’ve won, as promised, Rhea is yours. But remember, from now on, you represent Yang Gate’s honor."
Evan nodded coolly. "Don’t worry. I’ll make sure no one dares insult Yang Gate while I’m here."
The crowd was still buzzing. Some envied Evan, others admired him, but everyone knew that after today, his name would shake the entire region.
The five defeated suitors limped off the stage, their dreams shattered. No one dared challenge Evan again.
Evan glanced at the audience, his gaze sweeping over the Yang clan elders and the younger generation. He made it clear—he was here for Rhea, and no one could stop him.
At that moment, Rhea’s maid Lan’er hurried over and whispered, "Miss Rhea is waiting for you inside."
Evan didn’t hesitate. With a confident stride, he walked off the stage and followed Lan’er toward the inner courtyard, leaving the crowd in stunned silence.