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"Bloodline restriction?" Mark didn't recognize this one. He only thought about his passive skill not being triggered. Now, after hearing out words, he reached out to the AI. "Ark, display the skills that can be used right now."

*Ding! Affirmed Master.

A holographic window opened before his eyes, displaying his skills. To his surprise, all normal skills were grayed out, active, and both passive. "Shit, This means I cannot use gravity dome or a lightning clone or anything. With even my recovery rate passive skill also affected, I also need to worry about the Ether Energy Points I consume. Hmm… but at the same time, unlike what she claimed, none of my bloodline skills are affected. Maybe it is because my bloodline is the Primeval, a higher one than even her Frost Dragon King? Well, alright, since she is ice, let's fight with fire instead."

At the same time, Lan Xia's eyes gleamed as she prepared the finishing blow, after giving a powerful punch that blasted him for a few meters. She leaped high, caught her sword while spinning midair. Her Qi overflowed the icy sword, and she unleashed one of the three ultimate techniques of the Lan Clan. "FrostFang Requiem."

She raised the sword and swung the sword. A beam of frozen ice launched from the sword, going straight to Mark, who was still there.

Just as it was about to strike him, something changed. She saw a ball of flames, burning brighter and brighter.

The ball of flames flew past the mist into the sky.

*Screech*

A powerful screech resonated all over the sky.

The elders got up from their seats as they watched the surroundings heat up in temperature. -12 to -15 degrees Celsius was the regular temperature in the Lan Sect. But right now, as if the surroundings were going through a global warming, it rose by atleast twenty to three degrees Celsius as soon as the ball of flames was up there like a mini sun.

Soon, the ball of flames transformed. Wings were the first to erupt, then the claws, and then the rest of the body.

The coliseum was no longer filled with cheers or murmurs. Only stunned silence as a majestic phoenix bathing in flames, the enemy of the Lan Clan, was seen in the sky, looking down at them, at Lan Xia.

Lan Xia flew into the sky and floated before the Phoenix. A surprise was seen on her face.

Lan Yujin, the sect master, stood up from his seat. The elders were pale. Even the most powerful warriors present were in shock.

"A phoenix?" an elder whispered.

"So, it is true after all. Lan Zhen has the bloodline of the enemy…" another murmured.

"Wait a second. If he can transform, doesn't that mean he is the inheritor of the phoenix?" Said one.

"Yes, he is an enemy."

"He doesn't deserve to stay in the Lan Clan or the Lan Sect.

"Yes, he should be kicked out"

"Lady Xia, kill him"

"Kill him"

"Kill him"

"Kill him"

In just a matter of seconds, hundreds roared in the arena, asking Lan Xia to kill Mark, taking him as the enemy outrightly because of his transformation.

Flapping its wings, Mark, in his Immortal Phoenix form, with his strength rose to rank-11 temporarily, stared at Lan Xia. "You might be able to suppress bloodlines with your mist, Sister Xia. But, how did you forget that not even the Blizzard Pegasus is capable of suppressing the Immortal Phoenix? Why do you think your Frost Dragon King could?" Mark still maintained his human speech, despite being in beast form. He spoke, ignoring the crowd down below.

Lan Xia, for the first time, looked shaken. "An inheritor of the Immortal Phoenix?"

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the beast form of Mark.

She hovered in the air, sword trembling in her grip.

"Oraaa…"

With a roar, Lan Xia dove forward, her blade glowing with condensed frost energy once again.

The temperature around her dropped sharply again, trying desperately to balance out the blazing heat above. Ice formed trails behind her, cracking and reforming, as she prepared to clash head-on with Mark.

But Mark didn't dodge or move aside. He spread his wings and flapped once.

The gust of flame released by his wings was like a tidal wave of molten gold. It surged forward swiftly, engulfing Lan Xia's strike mid-air.

Whatever the frost energy she was about to release from her sword was melted away like sugar under boiling water. As the flames of heat made her extremely uncomfortable, Mark took this opportunity to attack her. Moreover, he also knew that he could only keep this form for 100 seconds, and after that, even his own ether reserves would hit zero. Luckily, during this formation, he can use all bloodline skills of the specific beast without bearing any cost.

And he chose the fourth skill right away, intending to finish it with one shot.

"Celestial Flare."

A pillar of fire rained down from above, smashing into her position before she could recover. It didn't pierce her, but instead it wrapped her, forcing her to use all of her Qi to protect herself.

She gritted her teeth, her aura holding out for only a few seconds before cracking like brittle ice.

And then…

BOOM!

She was sent flying downward, smashing into the center of the coliseum arena, leaving a smoldering crater.

The fire receded slightly, just enough to let the spectators breathe again.

Everyone stared at the impact zone with their hearts pounding.

Mark dismissed his form, transforming back into human form, and he landed slowly before Lan Xia's unconscious form. The mist in the arena dispersed completely.

He walked to her to check on her condition, but before he took two steps forward, the Proctor, Lan Yuxuan, appeared, blocking his path. Her expression seemed ugly. "Lan Zhen, did you hide the fact that you are the inheritor of Immortal Phoenix?" She questioned aloud.

"Hmm?" Mark blinked.

"See, I told you that he is a fraud!" A voice was suddenly echoed throughout the arena at the same time.

All eyes turned to the source. It is Lei Fenghyun, the 17th prince of the Empire.

Lei Fenghyun stood in his place but continued to shout aloud, speaking venom against Mark. "I told you before. He has the bloodline of our enemy. He does not deserve to stand among us."

Murmurs spread through the audience.

The chants of either kick him out or kill him once again spread in the arena like a wildfire.

As the elders and the sect leader didn't say anything, Lan Yuxuan raised her hand, making everyone stop for a moment, and then spoke to Mark. "Lan Zhen, I have asked you a question earlier. Are you the inheritor of Immortal Phoenix?"

Mark looked at her and then at the audience, and finally at his reserves, which were slowly increasing after dropping down to zero earlier. He would need 60 seconds for another transformation.

So, after a quick thought, he replied. "Your question was a thing I needed to answer in private or when I was on trial. Can you ask it during the tournament? Shouldn't you first announce me as the winner?"