Li Ming tumbled through a whirlwind of light, his robes flapping around him like a kite caught in a storm.
Bai Guo, clinging to his shoulder mid-flight, squawked in alarm. "Descendant! Hold on! I did not sign up for midair acrobatics!"
Li Ming flailed. "Neither did I! I didn't even pack a lunch!"
The wind shifted. They landed roughly on a massive floating platform in the middle of a gargantuan arena. The platform was wide enough for hundreds of disciples to fight, and the air buzzed with raw spiritual energy.
Li Ming looked around. Dozens of other inner disciples had also been pulled in, each scrambling to get their bearings.
Lan Yue stood nearby, calm as ever. "Li Ming, this is Trial Two.
This round tests your combat adaptability—your ability to fight against multiple opponents in succession.
No preparation, no warning."
Li Ming blinked. "No preparation… I just fought Zhao Feng yesterday!"
Lan Yue smirked faintly. "You'll adapt, or you'll fall. That simple."
