The second day of the tournament arrived with even greater excitement.
After Krishak's effortless first-round victory, many spectators had begun paying close attention to the six-year-old prodigy from the National Awakener Academy.
His name appeared frequently in discussions among students, instructors, and talent scouts.
Yet Krishak remained as calm as ever.
For him, each battle was simply another opportunity to learn.
The large screen above the arena displayed the second-round matchups.
Krishak Jena VS.
Arnav Singh
A ripple of anticipation spread through the crowd.
Arnav Singh was one of the favorites to win the Hunter Division.
At nine years old, he was already at the Peak Grandmaster Realm, with combat power approaching the King Realm.
Unlike Ritesh, Arnav specialized in swordsmanship.
His reputation was built on discipline, speed, and precision.
This would be Krishak's first truly challenging opponent.
As the two competitors entered the arena, Arnav bowed respectfully. "I've been looking forward to this."
Krishak returned the bow. "As have I."
Both children carried wooden practice swords approved for tournament use.
Although Krishak rarely relied on weapons, he accepted the sword without hesitation.
In his previous life, he had mastered countless forms of combat.
The referee raised his hand.
"Begin!"
Arnav moved first.
His sword flashed like a silver streak.
Krishak parried cleanly.
The two exchanged a rapid series of strikes.
Wood collided with wood, producing sharp cracking sounds.
Arnav's technique was exceptional for his age.
Every attack was disciplined and efficient.
But Krishak's defense was flawless.
His movements were minimal, conserving both energy and position.
The crowd watched in stunned silence.
Arnav increased his speed.
His footwork became more complex.
He unleashed a combination of thrusts and slashes that forced Krishak to give ground.
For the first time in the tournament, Krishak was visibly pressured.
Vikram clenched his fists in the stands.
Aisha leaned forward.
Yet Krishak's expression remained serene.
Arnav launched his strongest attack.
A perfectly timed downward strike infused with concentrated spiritual energy.
Krishak stepped inside the attack instead of retreating.
His wooden sword rotated in a subtle arc.
The motion redirected Arnav's blade and opened his guard.
Krishak tapped the practice sword lightly against Arnav's throat.
The arena fell silent.
The referee raised his hand.
"Winner: Krishak Jena!"
Arnav stared for a moment, then lowered his sword and smiled.
"I understand now."
Krishak tilted his head.
"Understand what?"
Arnav bowed deeply.
"Why everyone is talking about you."
Krishak returned the bow.
"You are an excellent swordsman."
This match generated far more discussion than Krishak's first-round victory.
Unlike before, spectators had witnessed him overcome a highly skilled opponent through superior technique and composure.
Several talent scouts began treating him as a serious contender for the championship.
Even some veteran instructors watched him with growing curiosity.
Rajan crossed his arms as the crowd applauded.
"He doesn't fight like a child," he muttered.
Principal Rao nodded.
"No. He fights like someone who has practiced for a lifetime."
Later, Arnav sought out Krishak in the competitor lounge.
"I hope we meet again.
Krishak smiled.
"I look forward to it."
The two exchanged contact information.
Krishak recognized that Arnav possessed not only talent, but also character.
Such individuals would be valuable in the future.
That evening, the tournament bracket updated once more.
Krishak had advanced to the quarterfinals.
His next opponents would be even stronger.
Standing by the window, he considered the path ahead.
Each battle was increasing his visibility.
Each victory was opening new opportunities.
And each step brought him closer to building the foundation for Earth's future rise.
Krishak closed his eyes and resumed cultivation.
Tomorrow, he would face another challenge.
And once again, he intended to move forward.