It took Jaya a mont to recover from the blow to his confidence.
His mind was in disarray, but luckily, his group had already discussed their strategy in advance.
The selected participants had been chosen for a reason.
The Erythar Star System had few people.
Anyone with half a brain could guess who they would send.
Soon, a muscular man stepped forward as the first challenger from Jaya’s side.
"Rafael, you’re up."
Amalia called his na.
Rafael stepped forward without hesitation.
Although his opponent wasn’t as tall as Rafael, his bulging muscles were packed with an obvious, raw strength.
"Erythar Star System, Rafael," he introduced himself upon reaching his opponent.
The muscular man seed reluctant to introduce himself but, after glancing at Kenny Lin, appeared sowhat apprehensive and begrudgingly muttered, "Gaurav Kiaan."
"Gaurav?" Rafael scrutinized him for a mont longer before smirking. "Looks like you specialize in body cultivation. What a coincidence—I do too. I won’t be losing this match."
Gaurav seed like he wanted to sneer, the corners of his mouth twitching as if preparing a sarcastic remark.
But before he could get a word out, he was interrupted by the sharp wind of Rafael’s fist.
A powerful gust swept past Gaurav’s ear.
The next instant, Rafael closed the distance between them at lightning speed.
Gaurav quickly dodged the attack, his lips moving as if cursing sothing about unfairness.
"Who do you think will win?" Amalia asked Kenny Lin, who looked utterly disinterested, as if he regretted coming out at all.
"Rafael, probably." Kenny Lin lazily glanced at the fight. "A true body cultivator wouldn’t have such exaggerated muscles."
Body cutivation wasn’t about building bulky body but about strengthening every single cell and compressing massive amounts of energy within them over ti.
Of course, the body cultivators were generally more muscular than regular people, but never to such an extre.
If soone deliberately made their muscles this large, it was clear they were using an incorrect thod.
Even though Gaurav’s cultivation level was one minor realm higher than Rafael’s, his speed was noticeably inferior.
Initially, he held the upper hand due to his cultivation advantage, but this situation wouldn’t last long.
Why did Rafael dare to accept the challenge so readily, even knowing that his opponent’s cultivation was a full minor realm higher than his own?
Because Amalia had already taught him well.
The techniques and cultivation thods that Kenny Lin had provided also covered this exact situation.
Given these advantages, the odds of him losing were quite low.
However, Jaya and his group were completely unaware of this.
When his companion regained control of the fight and launched a counterattack, forcing Rafael into a defensive position, their side imdiately erupted into cheers of excitent.
"Gaurav, kill him! Kill him!"
"Let him witness the might of the Pleiades Star System!"
"Co on now, he’s a guest. If he kneels and begs for rcy, we should let him go."
"No, no, no. Tough guys need to be broken first! It doesn’t matter if he was a dragon or a tiger back in the Erythar Star System—once he’s on our turf, he’s nothing but a worm, and he better crawl accordingly!"
The one shouting the loudest was a young man with whites taking up two-thirds of his eyes.
His face was flushed red from yelling, and his features were slightly contorted with excitent.
Compared to the chaotic jeering from the Pleiades Star System group, the Erythar Star System side was eerily calm.
No one showed any concern or fear; they rely observed in silence.
Jaya had initially felt a sense of satisfaction seeing Gaurav take the advantage.
However, when he noticed their opponents’ reactions, his confidence dropped by ninety percent.
Sothing felt off.
"Jaya, what’s wrong?" His junior, Yash Veer, noticed his unease and asked in a low voice.
"I just feel like their reaction is strange," Jaya said, his well-defined brows knitting together in confusion.
"Maybe they already know the result. That Rafael guy’s cultivation is a whole level lower than Senior Gaurav’s—there’s no way he can win." Yash dismissed his concerns without much thought.
In their minds, the idea of Gaurav losing was simply impossible.
"I hope so."
Jaya remained uneasy.
If sothing was out of the ordinary, there had to be a reason.
Yet he couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong.
He could only take things one step at a ti and focus on completing the task assigned by his elders.
At that mont, the tide of the battle suddenly turned.
The seemingly overwheld Rafael burst forth with power, and in the blink of an eye, their positions reversed.
Gaurav was forced into a desperate retreat.
His dodging speed was no longer as sharp as before, and even the strength behind his punches had weakened by thirty percent, leaving him with only seventy percent of his original force.
Each ti Rafael struck, Gaurav blocked the attack with his arms.
After just a few blows, the skin on his arms tore open, and blood splattered across his upper body.
From this point forward, the outco was clear.
Rafael fought with increasing montum, and even the spiritual energy in the air seed to resonate with his movents, vibrating in sync with him.
The spectating cultivators’ expressions shifted upon witnessing this.
To be able to cause resonance with the scarce spiritual energy in the atmosphere during battle—this was sothing every cultivator dread of.
It was a far faster way to cultivate than normal training.
Rafael could feel his strength flowing continuously as his spiritual energy surged forth without diminishing in the slightest.
Overco with exhilaration, a golden glow suddenly enveloped his right fist.
"Behold my Storm Breaker Fist!" Rafael roared and launched a devastating punch.
Gaurav sensed the overwhelming force rushing toward him.
In that instant, he had a terrifying realization—if he failed to block this attack, he might not survive.
A weapon appeared in Gaurav’s hand in an instant.
He swung it forward, eting Rafael’s Storm Breaker Fist head-on.
Crack!
The weapon shattered at the handle.
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