The day of the battle arrived with a dramatic crimson sunrise casting long shadows over the Demon Domain’s jagged peaks. Chen Feng stood atop Purple Mist Peak, inhaling deeply and preparing to face his opponent, the formidable Elephant Spirit.
His makeshift strategy—a carefully calibrated blast of the "Mysterious Green Stink"—felt like the ultimate gamble. The boundary-breaking ability would make him appear as a Dragon Ascension realm cultivator, but the pungent side effects still worried him. Would it intimidate his opponent, or just leave the arena smelling like a public latrine?
As the sun reached its zenith, the air buzzed with anticipation. Demonic beasts and cultivators gathered around the makeshift fighting ring, their roars and cheers echoing in the valley below. The Elephant Spirit, a hulking figure with a trunk that looked like it could uproot mountains, stomped into the arena with a booming laugh.
“Chen Feng!” bellowed the beast. “Are you ready to meet your end?”
Chen Feng stepped forward, his face calm despite his pounding heart. The crowd fell silent as he raised a hand.
“Let’s not be hasty,” Chen Feng said, smirking. “You might regret underestimating me.”
Before the Elephant Spirit could respond, Chen Feng activated the system in his mind. "Activate 'Mysterious Green Stink' effect. Lowest setting," he commanded.
The system acknowledged with a mechanical ding, and a faint green haze began to form around him. The stench hit the crowd first—a pungent, otherworldly aroma that caused the weaker demons to gag and scatter. The more resilient ones clutched their noses and looked at Chen Feng with newfound respect.
The Elephant Spirit wrinkled his trunk, visibly taken aback. “What... What is this?!”
Chen Feng grinned, leaning into the role. “This,” he said ominously, “is the power of the Dragon Ascension realm! Do you dare challenge me now?”
The crowd erupted in murmurs. Could it be true? The aura, the overwhelming presence—surely this was no ordinary cultivator. Even the Elephant Spirit hesitated, his confidence shaken.
Chen Feng didn’t stop there. He activated the effect again, intensifying the green mist. The smell became so overpowering that the Elephant Spirit staggered backward, his eyes watering.
“Enough of this farce!” roared the Elephant Spirit, charging forward.
Chen Feng dodged with ease, the green mist swirling dramatically around him. Every move he made seemed deliberate, calculated. In truth, he was scrambling to keep his balance and avoid tripping over a loose stone, but to the onlookers, it looked like the graceful evasion of a seasoned master.
“Foolish beast,” Chen Feng taunted, his voice booming. “You’re not worthy of my full power.”
The Elephant Spirit roared again, but his strikes grew increasingly erratic. The stench was taking a toll, sapping his focus and draining his will to fight. Chen Feng, sensing victory, decided to end the battle with a bluff.
He raised his hands, summoning the remaining wisps of green mist. “Behold!” he shouted. “The ultimate move of the Dragon Ascension realm: Celestial Stinkstorm!”
With a dramatic flourish, he sent the green haze spiraling toward the Elephant Spirit, who panicked and fled the arena, howling in defeat.
The crowd erupted in cheers, chanting Chen Feng’s name. To them, he was a hero, a legend in the making.
Chen Feng, barely suppressing his relief, raised a hand to acknowledge the adoration.
The system chimed in his mind. “Congratulations, Master. You have successfully established your dominance. New effects unlocked.”
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