Chapter 35 - Chapter 35:The trial on the second level

stage A, demanded the elimination of 50 elementary beast generals. iron scorpions within a mere 10 minutes. These dimminionive creatures possess the uncanny ability to coordinate attacks. With more than 20 assailing a single human simultaneously, their erratic dodging rendered them exceedingly difficult to combat. Thus, the challenges of stage A on a second level proved exponentially more formidable than those preceding it. Even Wong, despite his seemingly composed exterior, felt an unease simmering beneath the surface. As the time slipped away, approximately 5 minutes into the trial space, Wongi sensed he had sufficiently honed his skills. No longer fixated on evasion, he charged headlong into the fray of ferocious iron scorpions. Each scorpion bore a dark crimson carropase, and their elongated jet black tails flickered ominously, striking with the swiftness of lightning whenever they approached, rendering defense nearly impossible. Moreover, these iron scorpions could effortlessly burrow into the sand, moving with a speed equal to that on the surface, emerging unexpectedly to launch stealthy assaults as elusive as specters, where a single misstep could lead to fatal consequences. Wong E right foot slammed into the sandy ground with tremendous force, creating a violent explosion that sent dust swirling into the air, accompanied by the anguished cries of the Iron Scorpions. It was evident that one had attempted a covert attack only to be intercepted by Wong Ei. Utilizing the momentum from that powerful stomp, Wongi propelled himself like a cannonball towards several of the menacing scorpions. The sound of slicing air resonated like a volley of arrows as seven or eight iron scorpions extended their sharp tails, striking towards him with blinding speed from every angle. The precision of their assault combined with the rapidity and density of their attacks imparted an overwhelming sense of inevitability in evasion. With a swift motion, a shimmering arc of light cleaved through the air, akin to a red waterfall that engulfed everything in its path, including the lethal tails that lunged at him. In an instant, those tails were severed, flying off in different directions. The next moment, a fiery figure surged forward like the wind. The blad's brilliance reemerged, slicing through the bodies of the iron scorpions with a force of thunder, effortlessly penetrating their defenses and dismantling their very essence. Each scorpion that ventured too close to Wong, he bore multiple wounds with some reduced to mangled remnants. Yang Hi, stationed at the entrance of the towering trial tower stared in disbelief as the black sculpture representing Wong E S trial rank ascended to 23. Could he truly have overcome the first challenge of the second level? Yang Hi was engulfed in astonishment. The Trial Tower served as a crucible for gauging a warrior's genuine combat prowess. After all, every challenger possessed identical physical attributes that remained unchanged. Thus, surpassing more levels signified greater strength. The trials intensified as one progressed deeper into the tower. Ephan Yang Hoi after years of arduous training and as a divine warrior had only managed to reach the first challenge of the third level falling short of complete success resulting in a mere rank of 32. The elite training camp attracted the world's finest prodigies. Yet even now dozens of students remained ins snared within the first level of the trial tower. This highlighted the daunting standards of a trial tower. Yet, Wong Yianis had managed to surpass the first challenge of the second level on his very first attempt before even officially becoming a student of the training camp. Such talent and potential were unparalleled in Yong Hui's experience over the years. However, Yang Hi remained skeptical of Wong Yi's ability to continue advancing. As time gradually slipped away, he observed with a mix of disbelief and awe. The black sculpture shift once more. 26. A curse escaped his lips, echoing the astonishment of a divine warrior. Yang Hui was filled with incredul, grappling with existential doubts. How could Wong, he have surpassed the B-level challenge of a second level? Was it conceivable that someone merely 18 years old could achieve such a feat? While Yang Hi wrestled with these thoughts within the trial space, Wong, he was embroiled in a chaotic battle against countless iron scorpions as a tempest of dust and sand swirled around him. Among them were 10 larger than average silver scorpions, leading the relentless charge of dozens of iron scorpions in a coordinated assault that could easily overwhelm even higher tier warriors. Yet, instead of creating distance, Wongi transformed into a bolt of lightning, darting through the ranks of iron scorpions, forcing them into disarray as they struggled to surround him without sacrificing their companions. The air crackled with explosive sounds, mingling with the spine- chilling shrieks of the scorpions and the sickening thuds of blades meeting chidinous exoskeletons, creating a cacophony of chaos and fury. Wongi was drenched in blood. The precise number of iron scorpions he had felled unknown as his dual blades became streaks of crimson light, slashing fiercely, thrusting upward, slicing horizontally, and delivering lethal strikes without a moment of hesitation, instinct guiding his every movement. In that moment, he resembled a vengeful spectre. His blades exuding a ferocity that heralded destruction. Wherever he moved, death followed. Yang Hi stood transfixed, watching as the numbers on the sculpture surged from 26 to a staggering 30. His throat constricted, swallowing hard as he internally lamented the emergence of a monster. What manner of being had he brought into their midst? Yang Hui understood that the training camp was on the verge of a monumental upheaval. Though he could not fathom how Wong he had navigated the trial tower, he recognized that his prowess in agility, strength, and swordsmanship had reached extraordinary heights. Indeed, levels beyond the ordinary. At merely 18 years of age, having recently embarked on the path of a warrior and lacking formal guidance, Wong s achievements sent Shivers down Yang Hui spine, he now believed in the existence of true prodigies in the world. The elite training camp was poised to welcome one of the most extraordinary talents in history.