Wang Yi's strength

The geniuses from all over the world gathered in the lobby on the ninth floor were also chatting about Wang Yi, who had just arrived.

"That must be the newcomer, right?"

"I heard someone from China was supposed to arrive by the end of this month."

"What level do you think he can clear on his first attempt?"

"He's just a newcomer. It'll be impressive if he can even pass the first level A test."

These top talents from around the world didn't pay much attention to Wang Yi. After all, they were geniuses too—some of the very best.

In the virtual space, an endless grassland stretched out, and Wang Yi was fighting a group of wild bulls.

Each bull had the same physical strength as Wang Yi, which meant he was effectively battling fifty monsters of equal power.

Wang Yi's gray-black combat uniform was stained with blood, his expression stern, yet his eyes were strikingly calm. He moved like a ghost among the bulls, using the terrain and the bodies of the bulls themselves to perform impossible maneuvers. The twin blades in his hands flashed like crimson lightning, slicing through the bulls and leaving them covered in gashes as blood poured out.

The thundering hooves and roars of the bulls echoed across the grassland, but none could even touch Wang Yi.

One by one, the fifty bulls charged at the black-haired youth with bloodshot eyes, only to fall under his blades. The herd's numbers dwindled quickly.

Eventually, the grassland fell silent. The ground was littered with corpses, the scent of blood thick in the air, and only a solitary black-and-red figure remained standing.

After killing all fifty bulls, Wang Yi took only a slight breath. There wasn't a scratch on him.

His mastery of body techniques, swordsmanship at the artistic level, and the first form of the Thunder Blade technique made it an effortless slaughter.

"That wasn't hard at all," Wang Yi remarked, glancing at the corpses around him.

"It took 1 minute and 1 second to kill all 50 bulls. You've passed the A-level test! Congratulations, student Wang Yi," an electronic voice echoed across the grassland. "You have completed the first stage of the trial. The next is the B-level trial: defeat 100 bulls within 30 minutes. It will begin in 1 minute. Good luck!"

Wang Yi remained unfazed.

"The preparation time is one minute. Countdown begins: 59, 58..."

A minute later, a hundred bulls, each nearly three meters tall, appeared on the grassland about 100 meters in front of Wang Yi.

"Rooooar~~"

A hundred bulls, with blood-red eyes and steam billowing from their nostrils, charged at Wang Yi like a flood. Their momentum was so intense it seemed to shake the grassland.

"One hundred of them!" Wang Yi narrowed his eyes, a glint of cold light flashing in them.

Swish!

The 100-meter distance was nothing for both Wang Yi and the bulls, given their enhanced physiques. In the blink of an eye, the sharp horns of the leading bulls were almost upon him.

Wang Yi remained calm, his figure darting and weaving among the bulls like a flame in the wind. As he dodged, his swords moved in unison.

Squelch, squelch, squelch...

The sound of flesh being torn apart echoed in quick succession. The bulls closest to Wang Yi simultaneously erupted in brilliant sprays of blood as their necks were sliced open.

It was breathtaking.

Wang Yi moved with an indifferent expression, his figure swift and elusive, like a flickering flame. Wherever he passed, blood splattered in his wake.

The number of bulls rapidly decreased.

No matter how the raging herd tried to encircle him, they couldn't catch him. Due to their size, only three or four bulls could get close to Wang Yi at any given time.

For Wang Yi, it made no difference.

His movements were electric, his blade strikes like fire—stunning in their power.

More and more corpses piled up on the ground, creating a dense graveyard of fallen bulls.

With a final burst of speed, Wang Yi suddenly appeared at the opposite end of the field. Behind him, not a single bull remained standing. The field was littered with corpses.

In such a short time, Wang Yi had singlehandedly slaughtered a herd of 100 bulls.

The artistic-level swordsmanship was truly terrifying.

What's more, Wang Yi wielded dual swords, doubling his attack frequency.

His mastery of artistic-level body techniques, seamlessly combined with his swordsmanship, made his strikes even more deadly.

On top of that, the first form of the Ninefold Thunder Blade technique enhanced his overall speed by 40%, making his movements even more rapid. The bulls weren't as fast as Wang Yi's deliberate attacks.

It was a one-sided massacre.

If Wang Yi hadn't deliberately slowed down to challenge himself, he could have killed the bulls even faster.

The 100 bulls posed no real threat to him.

"It took 2 minutes and 11 seconds to kill all 100 bulls. The B-level test is passed! Congratulations, student Wang Yi," the electronic voice announced. "You have completed the first level's B-stage trial. Next is the C-stage trial: kill 200 bulls in 50 minutes. Among them, 190 are regular beast-level bulls, and 10 are elite beast-level bulls. Good luck!"

"The preparation time is one minute. Countdown begins: 59, 58..."

Once again, a large herd of bulls appeared on the grassland, 200 in total, like tanks with horns. Among them, 10 had fiery red horns and were even more imposing than the others.

"Rooooar~~" With thunderous bellows, 200 bulls charged at Wang Yi.

Wang Yi gripped his swords tightly, his gaze locking onto the 10 red-horned bulls at the front.

"Let's take those out first!"

With that thought, Wang Yi and the bulls clashed once again.

...

Meanwhile, outside the trial space, Yang Hui waited at the entrance of the trial tower. Soon, he saw the numbers engraved on the black stone pillar, which displayed Wang Yi's trial level, change from 1 to 1.3.

"So fast," Yang Hui remarked in surprise, a smile forming on his face. "This kid's got some skill, passing the A-level test so quickly."

"Still, he probably won't get much further. The B-level test is much harder. Some students have been here for a year and are still stuck on the first level." Although Yang Hui was impressed by Wang Yi's speed, he didn't expect him to pass the next test.

After all, in the original story, even Luo Feng had to master the third level of the Ninefold Thunder Blade technique, with 2.8 times the force, to barely pass the B-level test.

Based on what Yang Hui knew, Wang Yi's strength lay in his speed. His other physical attributes, like endurance and power, were still at a basic level.

It was already remarkable that Wang Yi had passed the first-level A test.

But shortly after, Yang Hui saw Wang Yi's trial tower score change from 1.3 to 1.6!

"He really passed!" Yang Hui was surprised.

By his calculations, it should have been nearly impossible for Wang Yi to pass the B-level test.

But, of course, Wang Yi hadn't shown his true strength during his initial evaluation.

Yang Hui looked up at the towering trial structure and thought, "Well, since he passed the B-level test, he should be coming out soon. The C-level test is way too difficult for a newcomer to pass."

...

More time passed, and Yang Hui's neck began to ache from waiting.

Yet Wang Yi still hadn't emerged.

"...Unbelievable!"