NTR: Choice Based System

The crowd erupted in a stunned silence. Ye Yang stood alone; his victory as unexpected as it was unconventional.

He had won four duels, each one a testament to his resourcefulness, his agility, and his unwavering will to survive.

But the physical and mental strain was beginning to take its toll. He felt a deep ache in his muscles, a weariness settling into his bones. He knew that the road ahead would be long and arduous, and that the true test of his strength was yet to come.

The final battle came. It was against a fire cultivator with heavy yang energy swirling around him, his eyes fixed on Elara with an unsettling lust.

The expression on her father's face was grim, a mixture of worry and disgust. Even Elara herself felt a shiver of disgust run down her spine, but they could do nothing.

The young man's master was the infamous Fire Demon, a notorious figure known for burning entire families alive if anyone dared to offend him.

If a fight broke out, it would undoubtedly lead to heavy casualties on both sides.

The Fire Demon's power was legendary, and his wrath was feared throughout the land. Elara's father, despite his own considerable strength, knew that a direct confrontation with the Fire Demon would be a suicide mission.

Ye Yang, observing the situation, felt a surge of protectiveness towards Elara. He had won the competition, but the victory felt hollow now, tainted by the looming threat of the Fire Demon. He had to find a way to defeat this arrogant cultivator without provoking the wrath of his powerful master.

The duel began. The fire cultivator, fuelled by arrogance and lust, unleashed a torrent of fireballs. Ye Yang, agile and evasive, dodged the attacks, his movements fluid and graceful.

He knew he couldn't simply overpower his opponent; he needed to find a weakness, an opening.

He noticed that the fire cultivator's attacks were becoming increasingly erratic, his breathing heavy, his movements less precise. Ye Yang realized that the fire cultivator was pushing himself too hard, draining his reserves of yang energy.

Ye Yang closed the distance, and as the fire cultivator attacked him with punches filled with yang energy, he dodged and placed his hands on his belly, then created distance between them.

He repeated this for four to five times, touching the fire cultivator on his body. As he repeated this, the fire cultivator became frustrated, and the torrent of yang energy became heavy around him. But this time, Ye Yang didn't move.

"This fool," the Fire Demon saw this and couldn't help but laugh, "it's our loss," he declared.

The fire cultivator looked at his master, "But master, I can fight..."

The Fire Demon spoke, "You still haven't gotten this. While you were immersed in rage and thinking about burning your opponent with your immense yang energy, that boy, your opponent, just infused his yang energy inwardly inside your body and disrupted your flow. If you had used this for a few more times, you would have become crippled."

The crowd erupted in a stunned silence. Ye Yang stood alone, the victor, his victory as unexpected as it was unconventional.

He looked up towards the stands, searching for Elara. Her gaze, finally, met his, a flicker of surprise, then a slow, curious smile gracing her lips.

As he stepped down from the arena, a sense of unease settled over him. He had won, but at what cost? He had sacrificed his own path, his own freedom, for a prize that might not be worth the price. And what of Elara? Was she merely a prize to him as well, a symbol of his own ambition?

He approached the Noble family's estate, his heart heavy. The grandeur of the estate was overwhelming, the towering walls and ornate gardens a stark contrast to the simple life he had left behind.

He met Elara's father, a stern, imposing figure who regarded him with a mixture of suspicion and grudging respect.
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"You are an unconventional victor," the Lord acknowledged, his voice a low rumble. "But you have proven yourself resourceful, cunning. These are qualities I admire."

Ye Yang bowed his head. "Thank you, my Lord."

"The marriage will be soon," the Lord declared. "Prepare yourself."

Ye Yang turned to leave, his gaze lingering on Elara. She stood apart from her father, her expression a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. He saw a woman of strength and independence, a woman who seemed to hold the weight of the world on her shoulders.

As he walked away, he wondered if he had truly won, or if he had simply traded one cage for another. The path ahead was uncertain, the future shrouded in an unfamiliar mist. But he knew one thing for sure: his life, and the life of the woman he had won, would never be the same.

The Fire Demon approached Ye Yang, "You, even if this was a competition, you have tried to harm my disciple."

Ye Yang bowed, "I apologize for that, Senior, but I knew you were watching this and you wouldn't let it happen. Other than that, I didn't have a way to win this duel."

"HAHAHAHAHAA!"

The Fire Demon laughed, "I liked your honesty and courage. Why don't you forfeit from this and become my second disciple?"

Ye Yang denied, "I'm not worthy, Senior."

The Fire Demon didn't take his rejection to heart, "Well, if that's your choice." With that, he left with his disciple.

Ye Yang felt a strange unease in his heart as if rejecting the offer of the Fire Demon may not have been the wisest decision.

The thought lingered, a nagging doubt in the back of his mind. However, when he thought about his arduous struggle to reach this point, to overcome countless obstacles and emerge victorious in the competition, a sense of ease washed over him.

He had done it. He had won. And now, he was finally going to wed Elara, the woman he had yearned for, the woman he had fought for.

A slow smile spread across his lips. He had faced his fears, outwitted his opponents, and ultimately, chosen his own path. He would face the future, whatever it held, with the unwavering support of the woman he loved.