Chapter 35: Chapter 35 - Aric becomes the Holy Son
"Feel the wrath of the heavens!" Lei Feng roared, his eyes blazing with determination and desperation. His usually calm demeanor was replaced by a look of sheer intensity, his brow furrowed and his muscles tensed. This was his last-ditch effort, a culmination of his years of training and mastery.
Aric, however, was unfazed. His expression was a mix of concentration and a steely resolve. He could feel the immense pressure bearing down on him, but he remained calm, his mind razor-sharp. As the radiant beam neared, he activated his "Eclipsing Shadow Blade" one last time. Shadows enveloped him, dark and impenetrable, as his blade cut through the air with lethal precision.
"Your power is impressive, Lei Feng, but it\'s not enough to stop me," Aric murmured, his voice a quiet contrast to the chaos around them. His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto Lei Feng\'s form.
The clash of light and shadow was blinding. The arena was filled with an explosion of energy, and for a moment, it seemed as though both combatants would be consumed. But as the dust settled, one figure stood tall. Aric\'s blade had cut through Lei Feng\'s attack, and with a swift, decisive strike, he brought his opponent down.
Lei Feng\'s eyes widened in shock as he felt the blade pierce through his defenses. His expression was a mix of disbelief and resignation. "How… how could this be?" he whispered, falling to the ground, defeated.
The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and shouts.
"He did it! Aric Lei is the new champion!" someone exclaimed, their voice breaking with excitement.
"Unbelievable! He defeated the Holy Son!" another cheered, echoing the sentiments of countless others.
Aric stood victorious, his chest heaving with exertion, but his face a mask of triumph. The crowd\'s adulation washed over him, and he soaked it in, every cheer and every shout a testament to his power. Despite the fierce challenge posed by Lei Feng, Aric had emerged victorious.
"This victory means Lei Feng\'s once-unassailable reputation is now shattered," Aric thought, a smirk playing on his lips. His mind was already racing with plans, strategies forming as he plotted his next moves. The path to ultimate power was clear, and he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
As the crowd continued to cheer, Aric turned and left the arena, each step confident and measured. He was a man on a mission, and nothing would stand in his way. The roar of the crowd echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of his victory and the power he now held.
The arena was electric with excitement. The air was filled with the roar of the crowd, their cheers and applause reverberating through the stadium like thunder. Aric stood tall, his chest heaving from exertion, but his face was a mask of triumph. He had done it. He had defeated Lei Feng and claimed the title of the Holy Son.
Elders and dignitaries began to make their way toward him, their faces alight with admiration and approval. The crowd\'s cheers grew louder as they realized the significance of what had just happened.
"Aric Lei! Aric Lei! Aric Lei!" The chant echoed around the arena, a chorus of voices united in their praise.
Elder Zhao, a venerable figure with a long white beard and deep, wise eyes, was the first to approach Aric. "Congratulations, Aric," he said, his voice carrying the weight of his years. "You have proven yourself not only as a formidable warrior but as a leader worthy of respect and admiration."
"Thank you, Elder Zhao," Aric replied, bowing respectfully. "I am honored by your words."
Other elders followed, each offering their congratulations and words of praise.
"Aric, your performance today was nothing short of extraordinary," Elder Mei said, her eyes shining with pride. "You have shown the strength and spirit that befits the Holy Son of our family."
"You have brought great honor to the Lei family," Elder Wang added, clapping Aric on the shoulder. "We are fortunate to have you as our new Holy Son."
Aric accepted their praise with humility, but inside, he felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. This was what he had been striving for, and now it was his.
The position of Holy Son was one of immense prestige and responsibility within the Lei family. It was not just a title but a symbol of power, leadership, and potential. The Holy Son was seen as the future of the family, the one who would lead them to greater heights.
This role was further amplified by the fact that Aric was the patriarch\'s son, making him the likely candidate to inherit the position of patriarch one day.
With the title of Holy Son, Aric now held significant influence over the family\'s decisions, both in internal matters and in their interactions with other powerful clans and sects. This also meant that Jarod\'s influence within the family would be greatly diminished. Aric\'s victory and new position had effectively reduced Jarod\'s power, giving Aric a stronger voice in family matters.
As the Holy Son, Aric would have access to the family\'s vast resources, including the most advanced cultivation techniques, rare and powerful artifacts, and the guidance of the family\'s most skilled elders. He would also have a significant influence over the family\'s decisions, both in internal matters and in their interactions with other powerful clans and sects.
Aric would receive the best training, have access to the family\'s vast library of ancient texts and cultivation manuals, and be given the finest elixirs and pills to aid in his cultivation. He would also be given a personal residence within the family\'s estate, a place of luxury and tranquility where he could train and meditate in peace.
However, with these benefits came great responsibilities. The Holy Son was expected to lead by example, to embody the values and principles of the Lei family. He would be responsible for guiding and mentoring the younger generation, helping them to develop their skills and potential.
He would also represent the family in important meetings and negotiations, both within the family and with other powerful clans and sects.
Now, Aric is ready to devour the protagonist.