The tension that had been building for days finally took form as Zhao Kun stepped forward into the center of the training grounds, his presence commanding complete attention as his gaze swept across the gathered disciples before settling firmly on Li Hao, and when he spoke, his voice carried with deliberate clarity, ensuring that every word reached every corner of the arena.
"A public duel," Zhao Kun declared.
The words struck like a stone dropped into still water, sending waves of reaction through the crowd as murmurs and whispers spread instantly, because a duel between two figures like them was not just a personal matter—it was a statement that would influence the balance of power within the inner sect.
Li Hao did not hesitate.
"I accept."
His response was calm, yet it carried a weight that silenced the surrounding noise for a brief moment, as even those who doubted him could not ignore the steadiness in his voice, the kind of confidence that did not come from arrogance, but from certainty.
Zhao Kun's lips curved slightly, a faint, cold smile forming as if everything had unfolded exactly as he expected.
"Good," he said. "Three days from now. Inner arena."
The decision was made.
And from that moment, the conflict was no longer hidden.
It had become something the entire sect would witness.