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Trial Tower, third floor.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, casting a shadow over the barren landscape. Wang Yi, armed with two blades, appeared in the wasteland.

"The third-level A trial, student Wang Yi. Your objective: kill 100 junior beast-level golden vultures in ten minutes! Good luck!"

"The difficulty has increased again," Wang Yi thought as he looked up at the sudden swarm of large bird-like monsters, feeling a bit of pressure.

The golden vultures, a type of predatory bird, had black feathers with a faint silver-gray sheen on their upper wings. The feathers on their chest and abdomen were fluffy, while those under their wings were golden yellow.

"Squawk!!!"

Hundreds of golden vultures descended like a golden cloud, flooding the small black-haired boy standing in the wilderness.

As they approached, Wang Yi's eyes glinted coldly from beneath his bangs. "Kill!!!"

A brutal and vicious battle erupted in the desolate field.

Wang Yi's twin blades turned into a deadly red light, slashing through the flock of golden vultures as his figure flickered amidst the chaos. Blood sprayed like rain, and a mix of black, silver-gray, and golden feathers filled the air—a strange, cruel beauty.

During the fight, Wang Yi became fully immersed in the art of both swordsmanship and body technique. Though the battle was virtual, it was a 100% realistic simulation, and Wang Yi's understanding of his sword technique was genuine.

More importantly, his sword technique had reached the level of artistic mastery, allowing him to deepen his comprehension of the "Nine-Layer Thunder Blade" technique.

With each swing, he exerted all his strength, tapping into every ounce of his potential. Unbeknownst to him, Wang Yi had already mastered the second stage of the "Nine-Layer Thunder Blade."

"Boom!"

His power surged, and the next strike sent three golden vulture heads flying. Blood sprayed in a straight line, marking the sharp increase in his strength—from 1.4 times his usual power to 2.1 times.

This newfound strength made Wang Yi, who was already dominating the battle, even more unstoppable.

"Squawk!"

Though the remaining golden vultures fearlessly launched wave after wave of attacks, they were swiftly turned into lifeless bodies in the face of Wang Yi's overwhelming power.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

The gruesome sounds of flesh and blood being torn apart echoed through the air. Within just three minutes, the sky cleared, and all 100 golden vultures lay dead.

The only figure standing was a black-haired boy, covered in blood, his head bowed as he panted. His twin blades, dripping with blood, reflected the carnage.

All around him, the bodies of the vultures were strewn across the battlefield—a grotesque scene of slaughter.

At the entrance of the towering building, Yang Hui stood like a statue, staring blankly at the trial tower's black sculpture, which had just jumped from '3.0' to '3.3.'

Yang Hui took a slow, deep breath and glanced at his own trial tower level—'3.2.'

A wave of silence swept over him.

"Is this kid even human?" he muttered.

He had only just entered the training camp and already seemed poised to break through the heavens.

Yang Hui suddenly felt a pang of sadness. After all these years, he had only reached level '3.2' in the trial tower, and now, a mere newcomer had surpassed him—completely and without hesitation.

"What a monster," Yang Hui mumbled, staring at the black sculpture. He realized that Wang Yi might have shattered countless training camp records.

Despite the shock, Yang Hui couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

Wang Yi hadn't finished yet. So, how far could he go?

Yang Hui waited with bated breath, witnessing what could be a historic moment in the elite training camp—a moment marking the rise of an unparalleled genius.

After a while, the trial tower's black sculpture changed again—'3.6.'

Yang Hui watched in silence.

A level of '3.6' was impressive, even for those within the circle of God of War.

Wang Yi was just an 18-year-old boy who had only recently become a martial artist, less than a month after being born into an ordinary family. Yang Hui had reviewed Wang Yi's file several times and knew this well.

Yet, this only made the mystery surrounding Wang Yi's abilities all the more baffling.

Yang Hui had no idea how Wang Yi was achieving this, but the undeniable truth was staring him in the face: Wang Yi was no ordinary student.

Smiling wryly, Yang Hui realized that Wang Yi had already left him far behind. The higher one climbed in the trial tower, the greater the difficulty. Even Yang Hui, a God of War, hadn't cleared the first stage of the third floor, let alone the second.

There was no question—the gap between Wang Yi and Yang Hui, in terms of combat potential, was immense. If their physical fitness were the same, Yang Hui had no doubt that he wouldn't stand a chance against Wang Yi.

"Now, let's see just how far Wang Yi can go..." Yang Hui murmured, gazing up at the enormous tower that stretched into the sky.

Time passed, and five minutes later, the trial tower's black sculpture jumped again—'4.0.'

Yang Hui's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

This was insane.

He continued to wait.

Finally, after a little while, Wang Yi appeared beside Yang Hui. But Yang Hui didn't even look at him. His eyes were fixed on the trial tower's black sculpture, which now displayed—'4.2.'

Only a little more, and Wang Yi could have cleared the first stage of the fourth floor.

He had already surpassed Yang Hui by one full level.

Yang Hui closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Wang Yi, noticing the weary expression on Yang Hui's face, had no idea what emotional turmoil the Senior Martial Supervisor had gone through during his brief time in the tower.

Wang Yi, however, felt a pang of regret. He had made a mistake on the fourth floor and believed he could have progressed further.

But that's how it was with the first trial—if you failed, there was no redo. This trial was merely a way for students to adapt to the virtual space before formally entering the training camp, so the results didn't hold much weight yet.

After all, the official rankings wouldn't begin until the second month—except for Wang Yi, that is, this extraordinary outlier. On his very first attempt, he had reached the fourth floor of the trial tower!

Yang Hui's mind was blank. He wondered if any of the current students in the training camp had ever achieved what Wang Yi just had.

"No way, I have to report this..."