"Is there a need for so many people …" Wang Zheng was a little speechless.
Tree, on the other hand, was very indifferent, smiling. "Today is the Knife Mountain Trial. Naturally, everyone wants to try. The only way to obtain the 16 Point Martial Arts in the disciple level is to participate in the trial. This is the reward for those with talent. Brother Charcoal, your skills are so good, why not try?"
Wang Zheng nodded. Although there were many people, but everyone entered the trial door one after another. What appeared before them was really a "Knife Mountain".
The so-called Knife Mountain Trial was to use the Blade Technique to the extreme, rushing through the trial road in one breath. It tested one's use of the technique and breathing. If one breath was not enough, the result would be a meat skewer.
Perhaps not many people cared about the time reward, but the technique was something everyone wanted. But those who came to participate in the trial were basically all very confident in their skills.
Beside the Knife Mountain Trial, there was a stone tablet. On it was carved a name – Mu.
Tree's eyes were full of worship. "Mu is the legend of this world. He has taken first place in almost all the trials. Up until now, there are still many who are at the top, and have never been updated."
"The person with the best performance can have their name carved on it. Are there any other benefits?" Wang Zheng asked.
Tree was stunned. "Of course there are, but that is impossible. Those that can be broken have already been broken. Those that remain are unbeatable. Mu is one of the 5 Saints of the World of Saints. Even at the Saint level, he is a top player."
Wang Zheng rubbed his nose. That sounded awesome.
Perhaps seeing that Wang Zheng did not care, Tree hurriedly said, "In this world, the one you cannot offend is the Saints. Not only are they shockingly strong, but they also have a great background in the real world. And they are all existences that can bring their power out!"
Wang Zheng did not mind. After all, it had nothing to do with him. A group of people who were participating in the trial had already rushed forward, wave after wave. The screams were incessant in his ears.
The realism here was very high, and there was a certain degree of pain. To Wang Zheng, it was a drizzle, but to the average person, it was a different matter.
The Knife Mountain Road was very long. Those who passed 60 meters would be considered to have completed the trial, but most people were stabbed to death at 30 meters.
Moving with just one breath, the distribution and use of the Blade Technique had to be quite reasonable. Relying on brute force was useless.
Wang Zheng's cold, sharp knife. Honestly speaking, just looking at it would make one's hair stand on end. And this kind of state of mind would definitely affect one's performance.
From a certain point of view, there were many aspects to this trial. It was quite interesting.
The first batch of more than 20 people who wanted to rush over were all smashed into pieces. In the World of Saints, failure, death, etc. would all be punished. Quite a number of people did not care, but in this kind of situation, they would subconsciously develop a kind of reverence.
All of a sudden, the crowd parted to make a path, and a man dressed in white dragon-patterned martial arts attire walked over.
Tree pulled Wang Zheng aside. "Mouton is here to challenge again. I wonder if he can succeed this time."
Wang Zheng was just about to give it a try. Seeing how stubborn the tree was, he felt a little helpless. This guy was so timid. Why did he want to mingle in such a place?
"Where did this guy come from? He's a disciple like us!"
"You don't understand. Many already have the qualifications to advance, but stay at the disciple level to sweep records. It's said that getting a stone tablet record to advance to the acolyte level will have a different effect. For those with talent, advancement is not the goal. What they ultimately want is the position of the Son of Saint."
It has to be said that this Mouton-Sang was quite the model. The surrounding chatter caused his handsome eyebrows to twitch slightly. These people who were struggling on the "poverty line" were obviously different from him. To him, he could easily break through. However, this was not the main point. He had to enter the acolyte level with a higher status in order to have good development. Otherwise, he would have to work twice as hard for half the results.
That was why he would rather spend more effort on the basics. But the top spots in the various trials were almost all dominated by the 5 Sons of Saint, and some of the stronger ones of the Saint level.
Those from the upper levels came to the lower levels, and the power they could use was limited to the lower levels. But in terms of understanding of martial arts, the power they could produce was still not on the same level. In their words, this was a matter of level.
Mouton was also unconvinced. He was of the Wood element, and leaned towards the wind. Challenging the Knife Mountain was the most likely way for him to break through. Of course, he had long passed this trial to carve his name on the stone tablet, and replace one of the 5 Sons of Saint. This would not only bring him great benefits, but most importantly, he could amaze the world. Once he entered the acolyte level, there would definitely be big powers who would take a liking to him.
Otherwise, relying on one person, no matter how talented he was, would be too difficult.
The surrounding people stared at Mouton. Mouton pulled out his Blade Technique. One look and you could tell that it was at a high level, with a faint glow. This meant that he had already trained it to the peak.
As the light enveloped his body, Mouton's eyes shone brilliantly. Like a whirlwind, he ascended the Knife Mountain.
The Knife Mountain Trial could not be completed in one go. Every blade had to be guessed correctly. Missing one added 10 meters. The distance was different, and the height of the blade was also different. The feeling of landing was also different. If the feeling was too delicate, it would be easily disrupted. If it was too rough, it would be unbearable.
This was already Mouton's 12th attempt. Each time there were changes, but he could feel a certain pattern. This time he was confident of breaking through 70 meters. According to his tools, Mu's record was about 70 plus meters. This was because once it passed 80 meters, the blades began to flicker, sometimes disappearing. Below the blades was scorching lava. It was said that those who fell would experience the "pleasure" of being burned. Of course, no one had actually enjoyed it.
Everyone's eyes widened. Mouton's movements were indeed fast and steady. His control of the Blade Technique was also rather reasonable. Most importantly, his emotions were stable and calm.
Wang Zheng's lips curled into a smile. Not bad.
This Knife Mountain Trial's layout was somewhat similar to the Plum Blossom Stakes. But there were too few changes. For this guy to make it this far, he must have put in a lot of effort.
If Mouton knew of this, he would have vomited blood. He had spent a lot of money to build a training room just to simulate the variations of the Knife Mountain Trial, especially the changing patterns. He had even hired some professionals, all for the sake of setting a record. Mouton passed 60 meters smoothly, and was advancing towards the 70-meter mark.
Mouton successfully passed the 60m mark, and was advancing towards the 70m mark. Everyone's eyes were filled with envy and awe. Those who wanted to die a hundred times would not be able to pass the mark, while he could pass it easily. Once he passed the 60m mark, the difficulty increased. Luckily, he had been stunning before, and was still able to steadily pass the 70m mark. At this time, the huge expenditure had caused his forehead to be covered in sweat. Every position he passed was an improvement, and he was moving towards the record.
Finish Mu, and he would be a reserve for the Son of Saint!
Wang Zheng shook his head slightly. At this moment, Mouton took a step forward, but his leg wobbled …
Just this slight wobble, and Mouton lost his balance, falling head first.
The next moment, Mouton was back at the starting point. He had not received any reward, because he had already passed, and had not broken the record. 78 meters!
Oh my God! Everyone gasped.
Just two meters, and he would have broken the record. Mouton's body was limp, but his eyes were full of regret and disappointment.
He firmly believed that as long as he reached 80 meters, he could replace Mu. Of course, this was not to say that Mu was weaker than him, but that these records had all been set by others at the disciple level. Skipping levels was ineffective.
He told himself that if he failed this time, he would ascend. He could not waste too much time at the disciple level. Challenging the Son of Saint … was still too difficult.
Mouton's result had still shocked the crowd. For a moment, no one dared to go up. Who would dare to go up at this time, and be beaten before they could get far? That would be too embarrassing.
Just at this moment, a man in a black metal mask walked over.
Wang Zheng stretched his arms and legs. What Son of Saint? Leftover women? As long as there were benefits, he had to save on his living costs. Robbing women was much better.
Wang Zheng took out his Blade Techniques, and the entire training ground was silent. Even Mouton, who was resting on the floor, was stunned.
Following which, the entire place erupted in earth-shattering laughter.
"Damn, this guy is sick in the head. A beginner Blade Technique dares to come here for a trial?"
"Charcoal, that name is so lame. What a lousy piece of metal, trying to act cool."
"If he can pass 10 meters, I'll change my name to White Ash!"
Everyone looked at Tree. That idiot seemed to be with that person. Tree's expression was a little strange.
Ping … Blade Techniques fused.
Wang Zheng instantly floated to the tip of the knife, advancing steadily. His speed was not fast, and he looked a little wobbly. The laughter grew louder.
But after a few seconds, the laughter froze. It was as if they had been slapped in the middle of their laughter.
Wang Zheng's speed began to increase, and he broke 30 meters in an instant.
The Knife Mountain Trial got harder the deeper one went. Beyond 80 meters, it was all shrouded in mist. Everyone's speed was getting slower and slower. But this person was different. He was actually … getting faster.
That figure was like the wind, leaping on the knife's tip. In an instant, he had passed 60 meters.
Was this a stop?
No!
This was just the beginning!
That person called Charcoal did not slow down. Mouton's expression was solemn. He knew best. How could someone use a beginner Blade Technique to pass 60 meters?
70 meters …
God, was this a dream???
Could it be that he could still move forward? He still had to move forward?
Even for a high level Blade Technique, 70 meters was a time of mental and physical calmness. The technique's cycle would reach a dead end.
Especially at such a speed where he did not hold back, he was simply courting death.
But Wang Zheng spun, paused in mid-air, and continued forward. The knife's changes became more and more complex, but it seemed completely unstoppable. A pity that no one could see Wang Zheng's expression.
78 … 79 … 80 …
This …
Ping …
When Wang Zheng reached 80 meters, the mist dissipated, and waves of fire rushed to the sky. The surroundings turned into a magma hell, the knife and sword flickering in and out of the flames.
(The first update is here, the second is still hard at work. Being pretentious is not a crime. The key is to be direct. Seeking monthly votes, thank you!)
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