Reawaken Talent

Mors enters his waiting room, his mind focusing on the number of fates points he earns from beating Song.

'I never pay attention to the name of the points.. But "fate Points" look like the points I earn depend on how much it changes fate. I wonder what was the important development I stole for him'

Mors thought to himself as he sat down on one of the benches. All the cultivators around him, sweating bullets. Which is normal, they thought that he would be defeated by young master Song. But not only did he win, but he also won with overwhelming strength.

They are not stupid, he might be a rogue cultivator. But it won't be a surprise that after this event, multiple clans and sects will do what they can to get him. Hell jumping straight to core disciple is not out of the question. Maybe he will get lucky and marry into a strong clan and enjoy recourses and servants that they can only dream of.

One brave cultivator, swallow his saliva as he walks towards Mors. Beads of sweat ran across his face. His black hair becameing wet.

"great…cultivator. Might I ask…are you looking for a sect or clan to join?"

Yes, this cultivator was looking to recruit him. If Mors joins his clan or sect or both he believes that his own position will increase because of it. Introducing such a heaven-defining genius to his clan or sect won't go unnoticed. As Mors hears the question, he looks

at the sweating man in front of him.

Because only his eyes were visible, no one in this room knew how Mors face look like or if he was mad about the question. Not being able to detect your opponent's emotions made them very anxious.

"Yes, I am, I was planning to use this tournament to join one"

As he answers, the cultivator's eyes light up. He might have a chance! But before he could sell his clan or sect. Mors spoke again.

"But that is not important now. The match is about to start"

Mors said as he forgot about the young cultivator in front of him. His eyes glued to the screen for a simple reason. He knew one of the fighters.

---Shihui Pov-----

Shihui stood on the right side of the arena. Her eyes looked at the male cultivator in front of her. She is wearing a long red dress. The images of flames and lava stitch into the red fabric. The dress fit her curves and body perfectly. The dress enchanted her already beautiful figure. A single water canteen hangs from her waist.

The male cultivator in front of her. With his messy blue hair, light green eyes. Wearing armor that is commonly called "cord and plaque" armor. With a curved sword in his left hand. Could not help but stared at her. But he shakes his head to wake up as the announcer starts speaking.

"On the right side, we have the young lady of the Wu clan! Wu Zhihui!! Known for her once-great talent with all elements, a genius of all mythical arts. Now left with only fire to do her bidding!"

"On the left side! We have an inner disciple of the Eternal Crown Sect. With great strength and loyalty. He is Hen Fen"

"Now let's get ready to!!!!!! Rumble!!!!!!!"

As the match started, Fen rushed towards Shihui. Wanting to beat her as fast as possible. Not really think she would put a fight, as everyone knows her affinity for fire is subpar. As he reaches in front of her, he aims his curve sword towards her neck. The speed of the descending sword was enough to cut through the air.

But Shihui only smiles, from now on, she would control this battle. She made a circle with her fingers as she places it in front of her mouth. As she blows out air through the circle, she channels her QI through it. The QI enters the air, making it stronger and faster as it hits Fen right in the chest.

Just like Mors, her stats out of this word. If Mors were to see her status screen, he would see stats on 90s ready to break into the 100s. This was all part of her hard work this past year. Crying tears and blood every day for the past year was devastating. But the results are great.

As Fen fells a strong air attack land on his chest, he is sent flying across the arena. Only being able to stop by stabbing his sword into the ground. His eyes widen with shock as he looks at Shihui. The announcer doing commentary from the side.

"WOW!!! You saw that folks! Lady Shihui used a mythical air attack! What a miracle!"

Fen angry that his easy fight is being taken away from him rushes towards Shihui once again. As he got closer once again, he swings his sword down. But instead of hitting her tan flesh. Shihui jumps to the side, her hand grabbing some of the sand that lays on top of the arena.

With sand in hand, she throws it at Fen, channeling her QI into the sand. The sand goes flying to Fen at freighting speeds, like mini arrows, or like Mors will say bullets. The sand hits the body with tremendous force. Making him lose his balance for a few seconds.

His muscles screaming in pain. But before he can recover Shihui opens up her canteen, as she touches the water inside of it. Her index finger becomes wet as she points it at the Fen. The water in her finger forms into a ball in front of her finger, a finger that is now dry, as it has never touched water to begging with.

The water ball, infused with her QI gets sent flying towards Fen head. Especially his nose. As the water crashes with his nose, he can feel it break and bend. The force of the water ball is not any less than the sand pieces. But that was not the most important part, as he tries to breathe, he breaths in some water.

He holds his chest as he started to cough to get the water out of his lungs. The exited announcer speaks once again!

"Impossible! The young lady has regained her affinity with the earthy elements! Using an earth attack to stun Fen before drowning him with water! What a crafty plan!"

Fen with eyes full of anger looks at Shihui, things are turning bad. Shihui speaks in a cold tone as she looks at Fen.

"Thank you for being my stepping stone"

"Wha-"

But he was cut short, just like the audience member from the last night. Shihui bites her thump, making clear red blood spill from the open wound. The blood painted her button lip red, but soon the blood she spills started to move as it forms sharp shards.

She makes 2 small shards of blood as she sends them towards Fen's shoulders. The small wound can provide that much blood. Soon the shards land on his shoulders, piercing the skin and muscles. Causing unaimable pain to Fen as he drops to his knees and scram. Fresh blood tainting his armor.

Not even a second pass before his armor started to change. It started to bend and crack. Shihui almost controls it as she moves her hands. Almost like trying to make a ball. The blood element is very useful for one reason, it able to transport QI to a new target without forcing her to touch it.

With the amount of QI in the two small shards, she is able to control the metal of the armor. Making it bend and contract, the metal pieces piercing and applying pressure on Fen's body. Biting his bottom lip to forget about the pain. But with each passing second, he could sense that his body was getting heavy.

Like the gravity was getting stronger on his body. As his body is forced against the sand cover arena, he shallows some sand. The armor dug itself deeper into his skin. Shihui pushed down her hand slowly against nothing. Her speed was slow and difficult, like she was the one pushing Fen down.

"great dragon!!!! Blood, metal, and gravity element!!! The lady has done it!!! Her talent-"

As the announcer finish, a large flash of lightning strikes Fen's body. Elutriating him and making him pass out. His hair and wounds burn, a burnt smell entering her nose as she looks at her fingers. Lighting its concentrated fire, hot and small enough that will fly away from her to disperse.The tip of her fingers a bit black as the heat of the lighting still prove too much for her

"Her talent is back lady and gentlemen!!! The Wu clan genius is back!!! With this Hen Fen is defeated! Lady Wu Shihui wins her first match!!!"