NTR: Choice Based System

Next time was when Elara's father proposed a competition of braves, with the winner to marry his daughter, Elara.

It wasn't that he fell for her, but among the women he'd met in his life, Elara was the one he felt was superior to any other.

When Ye Yang heard this news, he couldn't help but feel helpless. Being the daughter of a noble family and the bearer of an ice spirit, many powerful young men would come to participate.

But that didn't deter him, and he decided to participate in the competition of braves. There were some rules regarding the competition and marriage.
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The rules were simple: it was a match like gladiators, which means you have to fight against your opponents for the main event. If you lose, you are out. If you win, you proceed to the next round until the winner is announced.

The condition for the marriage was that the man has to become the live-in son-in-law of the family, leaving everything behind, including the family.

Soon Ye Yang registered for the competition. He saw that after knowing the conditions, many people had withdrawn. However, there were still two to three hundred people who wanted to become the live-in son-in-law of the Noble family.

The competition began. The arena, a massive colosseum carved from solid rock, echoed with the roars of the crowd.

Ye Yang, a young man with eyes like the summer sky, stood nervously amongst the throng of competitors.

He was a scholar, a poet, a swordsman, but the idea of marrying into a noble family, leaving behind his own life, felt like a cage. Yet, the allure of Elara, a whisper of legends he'd heard – a woman of unparalleled beauty and rumoured to possess an icy grace – gnawed at him.

The first round was a brutal test of endurance. Competitors were thrown into a pit with savage beasts – wolves, bears, even the occasional big demonic bird.

Ye Yang, agile and quick, relied on his wits and a well-placed knife to evade the monstrous creatures. He emerged, bruised but unbroken, his eyes reflecting the grim determination of a survivor.

The second round was a test of strength. Competitors were tasked with lifting colossal stones, each heavier than the last. Ye Yang, relying on his agility and unconventional techniques, found ways to leverage his weight and momentum, surprising many of his larger, stronger opponents.

He even managed to outmanoeuvre a hulking brute by using his opponent's own strength against him, sending the man tumbling to the ground.

He himself didn't know where this strength was coming from. At that moment, he felt an inexplicable drive, a need to not lose in front of anyone, as if his inner self was urging him to conquer the challenge.

As the rounds progressed, the competition grew more and more bizarre. There were tests of wit – riddles, traps, and treacherous mazes that challenged the mind as much as the body.

Ye Yang, with his sharp intellect, excelled, often finding solutions where others faltered. There were tests of courage – facing down spectral illusions, walking across razor-thin bridges, and enduring the chilling gaze of ancient spirits. Ye Yang, fuelled by a growing sense of purpose, faced each challenge with a quiet resolve.

He noticed Elara watching from the stands, her gaze distant, her expression unreadable.

He wondered if she even saw him amongst the throng of sweating, panting men. Did she care? Or was she simply a prize to be won, a symbol of victory?

As the competition dwindled down to a final hundred men, the tests became more personal, more dangerous. There were duels fought with real swords, where every move was a calculated risk, a dance of life and death.

As the competition grew more intense, Ye Yang began his first duel. He understood that he would need to win at least eight to ten duels to emerge victorious in the competition.

The first duel was against a man named Borin, a brutish warrior with a scarred face and a terrifying growl.

Borin relied on brute force, his swings wild and unpredictable. Ye Yang, nimble and agile, danced around his opponent, his sword a blur of motion.

He waited for an opening, a moment of hesitation, and then, with a swift, calculated move, he disarmed Borin, the sword clattering to the sand.

The second duel was against a man with woman features, a skilled archer with eyes like molten gold. he rained down a barrage of arrows, each one a deadly threat.

Ye Yang, using the pillars and crumbling walls of the arena as cover, closed the distance.

He fought with a ferocity he didn't know he possessed, his sword a whirlwind of steel. he, caught off guard by Ye Yang's aggression, was forced to abandon his bow and draw a short sword. Ye Yang, with a final, decisive thrust, ended the duel.

The third duel was against a cultivator named Yi, a man who conjured illusions and wove spells.

Yi's attacks were disorienting, his Qi weaving a tapestry of shadows and phantoms.

Ye Yang, his mind sharp and alert, saw through the illusions, recognizing the patterns in the Qi.

He used the environment to his advantage, leading Yi into a series of dead ends and forcing him to expend his energy. Weakened and disoriented, Yi was no match for Ye Yang's swift, precise strikes.

The fourth duel was against a man named Kai, a skilled swordsman with a reputation for ruthless efficiency, held from sword immortal sect.

Kai was a whirlwind of motion, his sword a blur of steel, each strike a thunderclap. Ye Yang, smaller and less powerful, knew he couldn't simply overpower his opponent.

He needed to outsmart him. He feinted, dodged, and weaved, drawing Kaelan into a dance of deception. He used the arena itself to his advantage, leading Kaelan into a series of narrow passages and treacherous traps. Finally, in a moment of daring, Ye Yang leaped, not at Kaelan, but towards a hidden lever. With a resounding clang, a section of the arena floor collapsed beneath Kaelan's feet, sending him plummeting into the depths below.