As expected by Hailstorm, Leaf did not leave a single wound on his body.
He walked a distance of fifty arm's length steadily, and threw the rock precisely to the designated area outside the track. He did not waste any energy, not even half an arm's length more.
In front of him was a fishing net full of sharp blades.
It was about half an arm's length above the track.
Countless sharp blades hung down, and one had to crawl forward carefully to pass through it.
For a slender agility type warrior like Leaf, this was his strength.
But he still did not use his full strength. Instead, he crawled slowly and meticulously, making sure that not a single sharp blade or hook hooked his flesh.
He did not seem to be moving very fast.
But because he did not get entangled with the other strong rat people, he had already reached the back of the first group after crawling through the sharp blade fishing net.
The first group was made up of fourteen to fifteen of the strongest rat people.
They filled the entire track, staring at each other, but also highly vigilant of the pursuers behind them.
Whoever wanted to pass them would inevitably be mercilessly bombarded by their hard elbows, which were as hard as war hammers.
Leaf did not intend to be the leader at all.
He hung behind the first group unhurriedly, maintaining a distance of three to five arm's length.
In front of them was the sandbag formation.
Hundreds of sandbags filled with iron sand were wrapped in the leather of totem beasts, and the leather was also embedded with huge steel nails.
They were like mace hanging upside down, blocking the entire track.
To pass through the sandbag formation, one had to push all the mace like sandbags out, and create a path.
But the sandbags that were pushed out would swing back again.
The harder they pushed, the harder they would swing, and the harder they would hit.
The collision between sandbags would also set off a chain reaction.
When hundreds of sandbags shook violently at the same time, the test-taker could really be squeezed into a meat patty.
When the strong men of the first group passed through the sandbag formation, they were all hit hard by the nail-embedded sandbags.
Many of them had bruises on their faces, and some had cuts on their bodies. Some even suffered internal injuries, and blood spurted out.
After being pushed by more than a dozen strong men, the hundreds of sandbags seemed to be injected with a strong vitality, and moved irregularly in different directions. The chain reaction of collisions made it impossible for the latecomers to figure out where they were going.
Many of the muscular rat people who had fallen behind could only grit their teeth and wait in front of the sandbag formation.
Only when the sandbag calmed down a little could he break in.
Yezi did not hesitate and rushed into the violently shaking sandbag array.
Amidst the cries of surprise from the onlookers, he was like a loach, nimbly finding gaps in the sandbags.
It looked like the sandbag was about to send him flying, but he spun like a top, narrowly brushing past it.
Once, he was sent flying by a sandbag, but the two sandbags where his feet landed collided fiercely and bounced back at the same time, opening up a path for him.
The dazzling movements made the onlookers click their tongues in wonder.
"This kid's luck is too good!"
"Could it be that he transferred all his luck from the last two days to today's match?"
None of the onlookers would believe that Ye's actions were a result of precise calculation and ingenious release of force.
No matter how he thought about it, he could only attribute it to luck.
Hailstorm's expression became more and more solemn.
She saw that the youth's limbs were streamlined and did not seem exaggerated, and they were pulsating in a wave-like manner.
The endless power was like a never-ending ripple, helping him to make wonderful dodges and leverage.
Hailstorm had never seen such a strange way of exerting force.
Whether it was the Golden Clan or the Blood Hoof Clan.
Whether it was the Tigermen, Leopardmen, Lion-Men, Tauren, Boar-Men, or Barbaric Elephant-Men, the military aristocrats' way of exerting force did not seem to be as simple, precise, and effective as the young rat people in front of her.
"There is a treasure hidden behind this young man!"
Hailstorm was more and more certain of this.
She closed her eyes and imagined herself using a similar method of exerting force.
She was surprised to find that the same technique could really be applied to herself, and it could also greatly increase her combat power!
Suddenly, explosive cheers came from all around.
Hailstorm abruptly opened his eyes and discovered that the young rat man had already broken through the sandbag formation. He was running as fast as lightning on the road filled with charcoal and burning flames.
If one wanted to step on the burning charcoal and pass through the thirty-arm long road of fire, they either had thick skin and thick flesh, or their feet did not touch the dust.
The young rat people who chose the latter finally burst out with all their strength. Like an arrow that had left the bow, the tips of his feet almost did not step on the charcoal, but stepped on the flames, and in the blink of an eye, rushed to the safe area.
Such a wonderful performance conquered all the onlookers.
The sarcasm that was like a cold wind all turned into a wave of praise.
Some even cast admiring eyes at Hailstorm, as if to say: "As expected of Lord Hailstorm, you can see the hidden potential in his body at a glance!"
Just like this, Ye followed closely behind the first group, broke through all the obstacles, and came to the front of the last checkpoint.
This checkpoint looked very simple.
They only needed to cut a piece of wood.
However, this thirty-arm long piece of wood was the hardest core of the mandala tree.
Moreover, it was smeared with the totem beast's grease until it was shiny, and there was no place for them to borrow strength from. If they were not careful, they would slip from the top.
Their cutting tool was not a battle knife or a sharp axe made of metal, but an extremely heavy stone axe that was chipped.
The most terrible thing was that they did not need to cut the root of the mandala tree core, but the top, which was about twenty-five arms high. They had to cut down the uppermost five-arm long tree core.
Other than a heavy and crude stone axe, the only tool they could use was a bundle of mandala tree branches.
First, they cut a gap at the root of the tree core.
They inserted a branch into the gap as a step, stood on it, and cut higher, cut a second gap, inserted a second branch, climbed up, and cut even higher.
Like this, they chopped step by step, climbed step by step, and cut about ten to twenty gaps, and inserted ten to twenty branches, before they could reach the height of twenty-five arms.
It could be imagined that the branches inserted into the gap could not be fixed very firmly.
Moreover, the mandala tree branches were originally very elastic, and would sway.
Standing on a shallow branch inserted into the gap was like standing on a wave, it could not be stabilized at all, not to mention using the heavy and crude stone axe to chop a new gap with all their strength.
This was the most difficult hurdle.
Not only did it test the test-taker's strength and stability, but it also tested the test-taker's spirit and judgment.
Because the length, thickness, and hardness of the branches were different, and there might not be enough of them, the test-taker had to accurately calculate the distance between their physical strength and the branches, so that they could climb all the way to the highest point of the mandala tree core.
The strong men in the first group who had been rushing forward came in front of the mandala tree core. They raised their heads and looked at the uppermost five arms, which were already smeared with red paint, and needed to be cut down. All of them had solemn expressions, and they frowned as they pondered.
After silently calculating for a while, they spat a few mouthfuls of saliva on their palms, carried the branch, and swung the stone axe with great force.
Even the most reckless person among them was very careful at that moment. They would rather chop a few more times on the mandala tree core, and cut deeper into the gap, so that the branches could be fixed more firmly, and it would be more stable for them to step on it.
However, among the strong men in the first group, the fastest one had only inserted seven or eight branches, and climbed to a height of twelve arms. The onlookers exclaimed in disbelief.
"He … He actually made it to the first place!"
Following the direction they pointed, a figure that was even more agile and agile than all the other men climbed up the slippery Mandala Tree Core in one go almost without any hesitation or pause.
The seemingly cumbersome stone axe drew almost perfect arcs in his hands, and with a very ingenious angle, he cut deeply into the hard and slippery tree core. On average, he could make a triangular gap with two axes.
The gap was not deep. The branches that were inserted were like bristles in the wind, and they seemed to be on the verge of falling.
When the young man stepped on the tree core, it was like he was stepping on a lone boat in a stormy sea. He moved up and down, left and right, and he could lose his footing at any time.
But no matter how dangerous his movements were, his toes were like the barbs of the Thunder and Lightning Clan, and they were deeply embedded into the branches, becoming one with the entire mandala tree core.
He even used the elasticity of the branches to increase his speed of waving and climbing. In a short while, he had climbed to a height of twenty-five arms.
The entire training camp was dead silent.
No one dared to believe their eyes.
Many of the strong men who participated in the competition were deeply shocked by the young man's smooth movements and explosive strength. For a moment, they were not careful and fell from the branches.
But the young rat man was not disturbed at all.
In his mind, he silently recalled the secret method that Lord Harvester taught him.
He imagined the mandala tree core, which was smeared with red paint, as the neck of a bull-headed warrior with a broken horn.
Then, with his eyes wide open, he used all his strength and fiercely chopped down!
"This is …"
Haifeng's pupils suddenly shrank.
He was shocked by the young man's sudden burst of murderous intent.
He was even more shocked by the strength of his limbs, the way he held the stone axe, and the speed, arc, and angle of the vigorous chopping.
"This is some kind of saber technique that has been tempered a hundred times!
"Although it is not a very complicated technique, and even the rat people servant soldiers can master it, it can make these small fries burst out with amazing lethality!
"The five clans would never create such a powerful set of saber techniques for the rat people servant soldiers. Who is it? How is it possible?"
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Under the shocked and confused gazes of Haifeng and everyone else, Ye used only three strikes to chop off the mandala tree core, which was as hard as iron.
He carried the broken piece of wood that was five arms long and landed lightly on the ground like a real leaf.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart and the tears in the depths of his eyes, Ye took two steps forward and smashed the broken piece of wood to the finish line.
He did it.
The young rat man, who came from a remote village and carried a blood feud, had passed the Path of Glory for the first time in his life!
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