"Slightly doubtful about life."

On the second floor of the Trial Tower, Wang Yi was walking through a desert, engaging in an intense battle with a group of scorpion monsters.

In order to sharpen his combat experience, Wang Yi did not rush to defeat the scorpions. Instead, he took his time to reflect on the gains and losses in the fight.

After all, while the sign-in panel could grant him certain abilities, it could not directly improve his combat skills. Wang Yi knew that he had to build these up on his own.

The sound of swift movements and attacks echoed through the barren desert.

The objective of the second-level A-stage trial of the Trial Tower was to kill 50 'Junior General's Armored Scorpions' within 10 minutes. These armored scorpions were small, with more than ten or even twenty of them attacking a person at once. Their movements were erratic and difficult to predict, making them challenging foes.

Thus, the difficulty of this stage was several times higher than the previous one. Although Wang Yi seemed calm on the outside, he remained fully focused and vigilant.

"It's about time," Wang Yi thought.

Five minutes into the second level of the trial, Wang Yi felt that he had sufficiently honed himself. No longer concentrating on dodging, he charged at the advancing group of armored scorpions, knives in hand.

Each scorpion's exoskeleton was dark red, with long, black, pointed tails. As they neared, their tails struck like lightning, making them hard to guard against. Moreover, the scorpions could easily burrow into the sand and move swiftly, attacking with ghost-like suddenness. A moment of carelessness could cost a life.

Wang Yi's right foot stamped hard into the sand, causing an explosion of dust and revealing a scorpion that had been sneaking up on him. Using the momentum from his stamp, Wang Yi propelled himself like a cannonball toward a group of armored scorpions.

The whistling sound of scorpion tails cutting through the air filled the desert. Seven or eight armored scorpions lashed out at Wang Yi with deadly precision, their tails aimed at him from all directions.

The attacks were swift and dense, leaving no room for escape.

In that instant, a blade of light appeared in the air, like a red waterfall cutting through everything in its path, including the scorpion tails aimed at Wang Yi. The sharp light cleaved through their tails effortlessly, sending them flying.

In the next moment, Wang Yi shot forward like a streak of lightning.

The blade in his hand once again appeared, slicing through the armored scorpions with precision. His strikes penetrated their tough exteriors and snuffed out their lives. The scorpions near him were reduced to shattered limbs, their bodies scattered across the sand.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Trial Tower, Yang Hui observed the black carving representing Wang Yi's progress on the trial tower change to '2.3'.

"He already passed the first stage of the second level?" Yang Hui was stunned.

The Trial Tower measures a warrior's true combat power. Since all participants have the same physical capabilities, progressing through the levels demonstrates superior fighting ability. Each subsequent level increases in difficulty.

Even Yang Hui, a God of War, had only reached the third level's first stage. This made his Trial Tower rating '3.2'. Many elite training camp students, even after a year of training, were still stuck on the first level of the tower. This highlighted the immense challenge posed by the Trial Tower.

But Wang Yi, a newcomer, had just completed the first stage of the second level on his very first attempt, even before officially joining the training camp! Yang Hui had never seen such talent in all his years.

However, despite being impressed, Yang Hui remained skeptical that Wang Yi could continue advancing.

Time passed, and Yang Hui continued watching as the black carving on Wang Yi's trial tower level changed again—this time to '2.6'!

"Damn!" Yang Hui cursed in disbelief.

His shock deepened.

The second-level B-stage trial was notoriously difficult, and Yang Hui couldn't comprehend how Wang Yi had managed to pass it.

"Is he really only eighteen years old?"

Yang Hui began to question his understanding of reality. Was it even possible for an 18-year-old to pass the Trial Tower's second-level B-stage?

As Yang Hui wrestled with these thoughts, Wang Yi remained inside the trial space, battling hordes of armored scorpions in the desert. The fierce wind kicked up clouds of dust and sand.

Among the scorpions was a group of ten 'Silver Armored Scorpions,' which were much larger than the rest. These mid-level beast scorpions led dozens of others in relentless waves of attacks. Their ferocity would make even seasoned warriors struggle to survive.

But instead of keeping his distance, Wang Yi turned into a blur of lightning, darting through the swarm of scorpions. His agility made it impossible for the scorpions to surround him properly, and only a few could engage him at a time.

The clash of blades against scorpion armor, accompanied by the scorpions' sharp cries and the sound of rushing air, filled the chaotic battlefield.

Wang Yi, now drenched in blood, lost track of how many scorpions had fallen to his twin blades. His knives slashed, hacked, and tore through the armored scorpions in rapid succession, guided purely by instinct. He had become a force of destruction, a vengeful Shura cutting down anything in his path.

Wherever he went, death followed.

Meanwhile, Yang Hui stared in disbelief as Wang Yi's trial tower level surged again—this time to '3.0'!

Yang Hui swallowed hard, his throat dry. His mind screamed, Monster!

What kind of prodigy had he encountered?

Yang Hui realized that the elite training camp was on the verge of experiencing a monumental shift.

He didn't know exactly how Wang Yi had conquered the Trial Tower, but it was clear that Wang Yi had mastered an extraordinary level of body techniques, fist strength, and swordsmanship—far beyond the norm.

"He's only eighteen..." Yang Hui was hit with an unprecedented sense of awe. It all felt like a dream, too surreal to be true.

But the stark black engraving on the tower told him that this was no dream.

Wang Yi, born to an ordinary family and barely a month into his journey as a martial artist, had achieved all of this on his own. No one had taught him. Yang Hui's thoughts raced as his scalp tingled.

Finally, he believed it: true monsters did exist in this world.

The elite training camp was about to welcome the most exceptional genius in its history.