Dortlem, an Englishman, was one of Europe’s newest experts to ascend to the Saint Realm.
Influenced by the Donghua Martial Hero Conference and Yi Beidou’s trip to Japan, several European nations jointly organized a fighting tournant called "SF"—which translates from the Donghua Language as "Sacred Fight."
This tournant swept across Europe. With so many countries involved, the matches were even more brutal and intense than those of the Martial Hero Conference. Here, too, several new experts ascended to the Saint Realm.
Unlike the Martial Hero Conference, there was no custom of contestants withdrawing after reaching the Saint Realm. Here, even after their breakthrough, they would fight to the bitter end, holding nothing back. The goal was to crush the Ascension potential of rival nations and preserve their own standing.
As a result, the final stage of the SF tournant beca an all-out war between Saint Experts. It was a spectacular public display of the Physical Ability and destructive power inherent to the Saint Realm. This, in turn, fueled a fanatical obsession with the Martial Arts Dao and Cultivation among the European public. Consequently, the Martial Artists who achieved Ascension during the tournant beca celebrities, adored by legions of fans.
Dortlem was the man who stood victorious at the end of the very first SF tournant, claiming the ultimate championship. With his handso looks, flamboyant style, and insatiable desire for the spotlight, he won the adoration of countless people across Europe.
That was why his current et-and-greet had drawn such a massive crowd and garnered so much attention.
All eyes were fixed backstage, waiting for Dortlem to make his entrance.
However, the event had been underway for nearly ten minutes, and there was still no sign of Dortlem.
The audience began to murmur, and so people even started calling out to the event staff and the host for an explanation.
HUMMM!
Just then, all the lights in the venue suddenly went out, plunging everyone into darkness.
The sudden darkness drew gasps of surprise from the crowd.
But the darkness lasted only a mont before lights on the ceiling flickered to life.
However, these were spotlights.
And they weren’t aid at the stage, but converged on a spot within the seated crowd.
They illuminated a young man of average build who looked utterly unremarkable, wearing a jacket, sunglasses, and a baseball cap.
As the spotlights fell upon him, the man stood up and slowly shrugged off his jacket.
CRACK! POP! SNAP!
A series of cracks echoed through the venue as his bones audibly shifted. The man’s fra grew taller and broader. The black short-sleeved shirt he wore underneath was stretched taut over his powerful muscles, becoming like a compression shirt that perfectly showcased the aesthetics of the human physique.
Amid the audience’s gasps, the man removed his cap, unleashing a mane of wild, curly golden hair that seed to shine brilliantly under the spotlights.
He then took off his sunglasses, revealing a handso face and a roguish smile.
But that wasn’t all.
HUMMM!
A True Intent Magnetic Field Power radiated from his body, expanding to cover a large area around him and forming a distinct field.
Under the influence of this field, Dortlem’s figure seed to tower in the eyes of the audience, becoming like one of the Deities and inspiring a sense of reverence and awe in everyone present.
As these feelings of awe arose, Dortlem’s True Intent field seed to draw energy from them, and it began to expand even further.
Fifty ters, one hundred ters...
...until it encompassed the entire venue.
The range of his field had reached an astonishing scope; even the influence of Yi Beidou’s Demon Fla would struggle to cover such an area.
At that mont, bathed in the spotlight and under the rapt gaze of the crowd, Dortlem was the center of everything. He was a god-like figure, as if wearing a crown and ascending a throne, his every move captivating the hearts and minds of all who watched.
This was Dortlem’s True Intent field.
Strongman Theater.
It was a ticulous application of the Great Trend, a Saint Truth akin to the Divine Dao.
Anyone who, in their heart of hearts, acknowledged him as a great power—even from the other side of the world—would contribute a sliver of the Great Trend to him, becoming a part of the force he could command.
Furthermore, within a certain radius around him—the area affected by his True Intent field—any living being influenced by his True Intent who acknowledged him as a great power would provide him with even stronger True Intent support. This would enhance the power of his field and, in turn, feed back into his body, stimulating it to unleash even more terrifying physical potential.
In other words, the more people who acknowledged him, and the larger the crowd, the stronger he beca.
The one acknowledged by all as the strongest, is the one who is truly the strongest.
During the SF tournant, his own inherent strength hadn’t actually surpassed that of so other contestants. It was by borrowing the power of the massive live audience that he was able to overwhelm his opponents and seize the final victory.
’But now, everything is different. Even without a crowd’s rapt attention, I’m confident I can defeat all those opponents who were once stronger than , relying on my own power alone.’
This was all thanks to the enhancent and amplification his title as the SF tournant champion had brought him over the last several months.
The championship title had cented his na as "the strongest" deep in the minds of the European public. As more and more people acknowledged his status as a great power, his True Intent naturally grew ever stronger and more terrifying.
This was precisely why he always loved appearing in public, his actions always flamboyant and theatrical.
A single turning point, a single stroke of luck, can change a person’s entire life.
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