Chapter 36 - Chapter 36. A relentless ascent

In a trial towers, third level, a desolate expanse unfolded beneath a shroud of ominous clouds. As Wong E, wielding his twin blades, entered this realm, the announcement echoed. Wong E, your objective in the stage. A trial of the third level is to slay 100 elementary beast generals, golden vultures, within 10 minutes. Good luck. The difficulty had escalated yet again. Wongi gazed upward at the multitude of aven beasts that had suddenly materialized, a twinge of pressure settling within him. The golden vulture, a formidable raptor, bore a dark plumage with glimmers of silvery sheen, while its chest and underwing feather shone with a brilliant golden hue. With a deafening cry, hundreds of golden vultures descended like a wave of gold upon the dimminionive figure of the dark-haired youth below. In that fleeting moment of contact, a fierce glint ignited in Wong Es eyes, hidden beneath his bangs. Kill! Thus commenced a brutal and intense struggle upon the wild expanse. Wong ES dual blades transformed into streaks of blood red light, dancing amidst the throng of golden vultures, creating arcs of crimson as he weaved through their ranks. Wherever he passed, a storm of chaos erupted, blood cascading like rain as black, silver, and gold feathers mingled in a strikingly cruel beauty. In the throws of battle, Wongi's consciousness and body melded seamlessly into the essence of his swordsmanship and agility. The struggle between life and death unfolded in mere instance. Although this was a virtual realm, it bore an authenticity that felt entirely real. Wong Yi's comprehension of the sword technique is indeed profound. More importantly, his mastery has ascended to a realm of artistic conception, elevating his understanding of the sword to an extraordinarily high level. Unbeknownst to him, his grasp of the nine-fold Thunderblade has accelerated remarkably. With each slash, he wholly unleashes every ounce of potential within his body. His insight into the technique has surged, and before he realizes it, he has mastered the second layer of a nine-fold thunderblade. Boom! In the midst of battle, Wong Yi's strength surged once more, and the radiance of his blade seemed to expand. With a single stroke, the heads of three golden vultures were dramatically severed. Blood spraying forth in a straight line. Wongi's power output escalated from 14 times to 21 times. This explosive force transformed Wong E, who already held the advantage in combat, into an unstoppable force. Despite the remaining golden vultures charging forth fearlessly, their relentless assault was feudal against Wong Es newfound might, reducing them to mere corpses. The chilling sounds of flesh being torn apart echoed incessantly. Within less than 3 minutes of combat, the sky was cleared of all 100 golden vultures. All fell by Wangi. All that remained was a black-haired youth covered in blood. His head bowed and breathing heavily. The dual blades in his hands dripped continuously with crimson. The surroundings were strewn with corpses, exuding an atmosphere of desolation at the grand entrance of the towering structure. Yang Hui stood motionless like a stone statue. His gaze fixated in a daysaze as the trial tower level displayed an abrupt leap from 30 to 33. Yong Hi inhaled deeply and slowly turned to his own black sculpture. with a trial tower level was recorded as 32. A twinge of embarrassment washed over him. Once again, he fell into silence. This boy, was he even human? After a lengthy pause, Yang Hi could no longer restrain himself and erupted in exclamations. Enough. You just enter the training camp on the first day, and you already wish to shatter the heavens. A wave of bitterness surged within him. After years of toil, he had only achieved a trial tower level of 32, only to be surpassed so thoroughly and unreservedly by a newcomer. Truly, he was a monster. Yang Wii contemplated the black sculpture, acutely aware that Wong, he had undoubtedly shattered numerous records within the training camp. An unbidden sense of anticipation began to stir within him. Wong had yet to emerge. Thus, the trial continued. Yang Hi waited patiently and after a while Wong Yi's trial tower level surged again reaching 36. Yang Hi observed in silence, a level of 36. This achievement was commendable even within the circles of the war gods. Yet Wong, he was merely an 18-year-old youth who had only recently become a martial artist hailing from an ordinary family. Yang Wi had perused his records multiple times and understood them well. However, it was precisely because of this that countless questions swirled in his mind. He simply could not fathom how long he had accomplished such feats. Yet the evidence lay before him, undeniable and irrefutable. The authenticity of the trial tower was beyond question without any errors or loopholes. It could only be described as a miracle. A bitter smile crept across Yong Huie's face as he realized that Wong Yis trial level had far outstripped him. a mid-tier war god. As the levels of the trial tower increased, so did the difficulty. With each stage demanding significantly more from the challenger. Thus, despite being a war god, Yang Hui have failed to clear even the first challenge of the third layer, let alone the second. Undoubtedly, there was a vast disparity in combat prowess between him and Wongi if their physical conditions were equal. Yang Hi had no doubt he would fall short against Wongi. Now, it remained to be seen how far Wong he could ascend. Yang Wii lifted his gaze towards the colossal tower, standing against the boundless silver landscape, murmuring to himself. As time passed slowly, 5 minutes later, the trial tower level for Wong Yi's black sculpture surged to 40. Yang Huie's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. This was utterly insane. He continued to wait patiently, though this time it wasn't long before Wong Yi's figure appeared beside him. Yet, Yang Hi did not look at him. Instead, he immediately focused on the black sculpture, which now displayed a trial tower level of 42, just a fraction away from clearing the first challenge of the fourth layer. He stood a full tower level above Yang Hi, Yang Hi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Wong, he glanced curiously at the silent weathered expression of Yong Hui, oblivious to the arduous journey the inspector of the extreme martial arts academy had endured during his brief absence. At that moment, Wong he felt a pang of regret. He had faltered during the fourth layer and believed he could have continued further. However, the first test was such failure meant no second chance. After all, it was merely intended to acclimate the trainees to the virtual space before officially entering the training camp. The current data did not signify much as new students only began to have their rankings counted in the second month, except for the anomaly that was Wong E. He had reached the fourth layer of the trial tower on his very first attempt. Yang Huis mind was a blank slate as he pondered whether any of the current trainees had achieved a record like Wong Es. It was clear he needed to report this.