Villain: I transmigrated with Mind Control Powers

Standing before a mirror, Jarod took a deep breath. "This is it. This is my chance to prove myself. I can\'t let anyone down." He splashed water on his face, the cold shock waking him fully. After dressing in his best combat attire, he sat for a moment, meditating to center his thoughts.

Sylvia\'s face flashed in his mind. "I\'ll win this for us," he whispered to himself, feeling a surge of determination.

Aric, on the other hand, woke up with a smirk on his face. He had planned everything meticulously. Today was not just about the competition; it was about asserting his dominance and accumulating villain points. He stretched luxuriously in his bed, the thrill of his schemes running through him.

"This is going to be a good day," he thought, a cold glint in his eyes. He dressed in his combat gear, feeling the power thrumming in his veins from his recent breakthrough.

"Jarod, Sylvia... your downfall is near," he murmured, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "This competition will be the perfect stage for my rise."

Both young men made their way to the Lei family event grounds, each with their own thoughts and motivations.

As Jarod walked through the estate, he could feel the energy in the air. Servants and fellow disciples wished him luck, their words bolstering his resolve. He made his way to the arena, his heart pounding with anticipation.

"This is my chance to prove my worth," he thought, clenching his fists. "I can\'t afford to lose. Sylvia is counting on me."

The Lei family competition was a grand spectacle, held at the family\'s prestigious event grounds. The arena was a massive open-air stadium, nestled in a picturesque valley surrounded by lush forests and towering mountains. The stadium could accommodate thousands, with tiered seating arranged in a circular fashion around the central combat ring.

The ring itself was a masterpiece, crafted from reinforced stone and adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures, symbolizing the Lei family\'s ancient heritage.

The entire Lei estate was abuzz with excitement. From the youngest servants to the eldest elders, everyone was talking about the competition and placing their bets on their favorite participants. Conversations filled the air, and anticipation was palpable.

"Who do you think will win?" a servant asked another as they arranged refreshments.

"I\'ve put my money on Jarod. He\'s been training hard," replied the other, nodding confidently.

"Aric is a dark horse," an elder commented to his peer. "He\'s cunning and resourceful. Don\'t underestimate him."

"I heard Lei Feng is participating again. Do you think anyone stands a chance against him?" a young man asked.

"He\'s been the Holy Son for five years. It\'ll be tough, but who knows? This year might be different," another replied.

A makeshift betting booth had been set up outside the stadium, drawing crowds eager to wager on the matches. The list of matches was displayed prominently, with odds and favorites clearly marked.

"I hear Xu Ming is a formidable opponent," one spectator said, placing his bet.

"True, but don\'t forget about Mei Ling. She\'s swift and has a unique fighting style," another replied, carefully choosing his wager.

The competition followed a knockout format. Each match was an elimination round, with participants giving their all to advance to the next stage. The matches were pre-decided, ensuring a fair and thrilling contest.

Among the famous names were:

Xu Ming: Known for his brute strength and unyielding determination. He was a crowd favorite, with many betting on his sheer power to see him through.

Mei Ling: Renowned for her agility and speed. She had a reputation for outmaneuvering her opponents and striking with precision.

Tian Wei: A strategic genius who relied on his intellect and tactical prowess. He was a dark horse, with fewer bets but high potential.

Li Na: A master of elemental techniques, her control over fire and water made her a dangerous adversary.The Current Holy Son

Among the competitors was the current Holy Son, Lei Feng, a figure of great renown within the family. His presence added an extra layer of intensity to the competition. Lei Feng had held the title for the past five years, and his strength was legendary. He was in the early stages of the Spirit Severing Realm, a level of power that few could match.

His reputation was that of an unbeatable force, and many in the crowd whispered about the possibility of him retaining his title.

"I bet a hundred gold coins on Lei Feng retaining his title," one elder said confidently.

"He\'s unbeatable! My money\'s on him too," another agreed, scribbling down his wager.

"I\'ve never seen anyone challenge him successfully," a young disciple added. "He\'s on a different level."

People continued on placing their bets on different players and this betting frenzy was had started.

On the other hand, as the time for the competition approached, the patriarch of the Lei family, a venerable figure with a commanding presence, made his entrance. He walked with a dignified grace, his long robes flowing behind him. The crowd fell silent, and all eyes turned to him.

The patriarch ascended a grand balcony overlooking the arena. His voice carried across the stadium, silencing the crowd.

"Welcome, my children," he began, his tone resonant with authority. "Today, we gather not just to witness a contest of strength but to celebrate the spirit and honor of our family. Each of you represents the future of the Lei legacy. Fight with dignity, uphold our values, and may the best among you rise to become the Holy Son."

His words were met with thunderous applause, the crowd\'s enthusiasm reaching a fever pitch. The elders, seated in a reserved section, nodded in approval. Mia and Ulsa, both seated alongside the patriarch, exchanged a glance of mutual respect and anticipation.

The first match of the day was announced, and the crowd buzzed with excitement. Jarod entered the fighting arena first, his heart pounding with determination. The vast stadium roared with approval, the audience eager to see him in action. He scanned the crowd, focusing on the task ahead. Aric entered shortly after, a sly smile playing on his lips.

He moved with a confident stride, knowing that today was his chance to make a significant impact.

The patriarch gave the signal, and the matches began, each competitor striving to prove their worth and secure their place in the family hierarchy.