Harem Link Cultivation System-Chapter 45: The Ranking Trial [2]
"Begin."
Lu Cang moved the instant the word fell.
His step slid across the ice in a clean technique, frost rippling under his foot as his blade swept across in a sharp horizontal cut.
Lin Tian lifted his sword and met it.
Steel rang hard enough to buzz through his arm.
Lu Cang stayed close, pivoting without pause, and the next strike came from a tighter angle, fast and controlled.
"You feel the difference already, don’t you, this isn’t a warm-up match, and I don’t waste time testing newcomers."
"I can feel it, and that just tells me I need cleaner movement, not bigger swings."
Lu Cang’s blade skimmed past Lin Tian’s guard and brushed his sleeve, cold biting through the cloth.
He stepped back, grounding his feet on the slick surface.
"You adjusted fast, but you’re still reacting instead of setting the pace, and reacting means I decide how this fight flows."
"Then I’ll change the flow."
Lu Cang pressed forward, aura tightening, his speed climbing as frost qi shimmered under each step.
The blade blurred.
Lin Tian blocked once, redirecting the force rather than meeting it straight.
A second strike followed instantly.
He shifted again, barely keeping the line.
The third strike slipped through and tapped his shoulder with the flat.
A ripple moved through the crowd.
Lu Cang’s voice stayed calm as he advanced.
"That’s what a level difference feels like, controlled, steady, and hard to stop once it starts rolling."
"I don’t need to stop it, I just need to break the rhythm."
Lu Cang feinted high and cut low.
Lin Tian read it this time.
Instead of pulling back, he stepped forward and drove his shoulder into Lu Cang’s centerline, disrupting the balance before the blade could complete the arc.
Their shoulders collided.
Lu Cang’s eyes sharpened.
"You stepped in instead of out, most people retreat when pressure rises."
"Retreat gives you space, and your technique gets stronger with space, so I’d rather take that away."
Lin Tian pressed close, elbow snapping toward Lu Cang’s side.
Lu Cang twisted and absorbed most of it, but his forward momentum faltered.
They separated by a single step.
The trace at Lin Tian’s wrist twitched, a cold pulse brushing his skin.
He ignored it and focused on Lu Cang.
Lu Cang inhaled slowly, then his aura surged tighter and sharper, speed rising another notch.
"So you want close combat, fine, let’s see if you can survive when I stop holding anything back."
"I didn’t come here hoping you would hold back."
Lu Cang’s blade flashed again, faster now.
Lin Tian blocked, redirected, shifted.
Another strike drove him back half a step.
The ice at the arena edge glowed faintly under his heel.
Lu Cang advanced, pressure building.
"If you keep giving ground, you’ll hit the boundary, and once you’re there, every option shrinks, and I control the end."
"I’m not planning to stay at the edge."
The trace pulsed again, stronger this time, urging him to push harder, move faster, match speed with speed.
He kept his breathing steady.
Instead of forcing strength into the block, he angled his blade just enough to guide Lu Cang’s strike past him.
At the same moment, he stepped forward inside the arc again.
Closer than Lu Cang expected.
His free hand caught Lu Cang’s wrist lightly, not gripping hard, just shifting the line of the blade.
Lu Cang’s brows tightened.
"You keep stepping in like you want to wrestle instead of fight."
"I step where your technique weakens."
Lin Tian dropped his weight low and drove his hip forward, turning his body into Lu Cang’s center.
His balance shifted.
Lu Cang tried to disengage, but Lin Tian pivoted sharply and used that movement to pull him slightly off-center.
The ice punished the shift.
Lu Cang’s heel slid a fraction.
Lin Tian swept low.
With controlled and clean movement.
Lu Cang’s legs slipped out and he dropped to one knee with a sharp crack against the ice.
Lin Tian’s blade stopped at his throat.
The arena fell silent.
Elder Qiao’s voice carried across the field.
"Winner, Lin Tian."
Sound rushed back in waves.
Murmurs. Gasps. Low voices.
Lu Cang looked up, breath tight, anger flickering in his eyes, then settling into something steadier.
"You didn’t overpower me, you forced the fight where my technique had less room, that wasn’t luck, that was deliberate."
"I knew I couldn’t match your speed head-on, so I changed the range instead."
Lu Cang rose slowly, brushing frost from his sleeve.
"You’re not a fluke, and that means people will start paying attention, some of them won’t like that."
"I didn’t come here expecting comfort or anything."
Lu Cang gave a short nod and walked off the arena.
The ranking slab flickered.
Lin Tian’s name climbed.
#27.
A low stir spread through the outer seats.
He stepped off the ice, breathing steady.
Warmth brushed faintly through the Link, quiet approval threading through the connection.
He didn’t look up, but he felt it clearly.
Good.
Elder Qiao’s voice called out.
"Provisional Candidate Lin Tian."
Lin Tian turned.
"You will not fight again today, you have secured position twenty-seven, further advancement requires additional evaluation."
"I understand, Elder."
He bowed lightly and moved toward the exit corridor.
Eyes followed him.
Not dismissive now.
Curious. Measuring.
As he reached the shadowed walkway, a voice called from behind.
"Lin Tian, wait."
He turned around.
Lu Cang approached, there was no crowd around them now.
"You fought with control, not desperation, that’s rare for someone climbing this fast. Most newcomers burn themselves trying to prove something."
"I didn’t need to prove anything today, I just needed to win cleanly and move forward."
Lu Cang studied him.
"Be careful from here, fast climbers draw attention, and attention here isn’t always friendly, some people protect their rank like it’s the only thing they own."
"I didn’t come here to be liked, I came here to grow."
Lu Cang’s mouth twitched faintly.
"That attitude might keep you alive longer than talent alone, just remember the arena isn’t the only place people test you."
"I’ll keep that in mind."
Lu Cang nodded once and left.
Lin Tian watched him go, then continued toward the outer quarters.
The noise of the arena faded behind him.
Cold air filled the corridor.
He flexed his wrist once.
The trace throbbed faintly under the skin.
"You noticed that fight, didn’t you, pressure makes you stir more, but you still stayed under control."
No answer came, only a dull chill.
He reached his room and closed the door.
The quiet settled again.
He leaned back against the wood for a moment, breathing steady.
"That was only the first layer, the real pressure starts now that they’ve seen me climb."
He moved to the window and looked toward the distant inner peaks.
The Link pulsed softly.
He closed his eyes and pushed a simple intention through it.
I’m moving forward.
Warmth brushed back in reply.
I know.
He opened his eyes, gaze steady.
The trace pulsed once more, stronger than before.
"So the sect watched, the system reacted, and the path just got narrower."
He exhaled slowly and sat cross-legged on the floor.
"Top twenty next, steady steps, no rushing, just clean progress."
He closed his eyes and began circulating qi again.
One breath.
Then another.
The mountain air flowed through him, cold and dense, filling his meridians as he settled into cultivation.
Because the arena proved one thing clearly.
He had entered the ranking now.
And once inside the system, the only direction left was upward.
End of Chapter 45
