Chapter 34 - Chapter 34. Wong Yi strength

Meanwhile, in the ninth floor hall, talented individuals from around the globe were discussing the newly arrived Wongi. Was that newcomer just now? I believe I heard that a newcomer from the Hasha nation is arriving at the end of this month. Do you think he can reach a high level on his first attempt? A mere novice yet merely surpassing the initial tier A trials is a remarkable feat. The array of prodigies from across the globe scarcely regards the newcomer Wong E with any esteem. After all, they too are geniuses and among the finest of their kind. In the boundless expanse of a virtual realm, Wong, he finds himself engaged in combat against a herd of ferocious bulls. Each bull possesses physical prowess identical to his own, effectively rendering him alone against 50 adversaries of equal caliber. Clad in a grayish black combat suit, stained with blood, his demeanor remains resolute, while his gaze is eerily calm. His figure moves with an almost ethereal grace amidst the charging bulls, utilizing the environment and the very bodies of his foes to execute a series of astonishing maneuvers. The twin blades in his hands transform into crimson streaks of lightning, weaving through the throng, creating gaping wounds as blood cascades. The sounds of the bull's thunderous gallops and deafening roars resonate throughout the prairie. Yet not a single one can lay a finger on Wongi. One by one, the bulls, their eyes ablaze with fury, charge toward the black-haired youth, only to fall beneath his blades, their numbers dwindling. Eventually, silence envelopes the prairie, littered with corpses. The stench of blood pervading the air as a solitary figure stands amidst the carnage. Remarkably, after slaying 50 bulls, Wong Yi's breath quickens only slightly without a single wound to show for his efforts. The mastery of his ethereal technique combined with his swordsmanship alongside the foundational power of the first tier of the Thunderblade renders him a veritable harbinger of death against this herd. There is no challenge to be found. Wongi glances at the fallen bodies, noting the time, 1 minute and 1 second. All 50 bulls have been dispatched, and he has successfully passed the tier A trial. Congratulations, student Wong E. Booms an expansive electronic voice across the vast prairie. You have completed the first layer of the tier A trials. The next step is the tier B trial. Your objective is to slay 100 bulls within 30 minutes, commencing in 1 minute. Best of luck. Wongi's expression remains unchanged. The countdown begins. 5958. As the minute elapses, 100 formidable boine beasts towering nearly 3 meters high materialize a 100 meters ahead. With a resonant roar, the hund bulls eyes of flame exhale frosty vapor as they charge toward Wong with overwhelming force, shaking the ground beneath them. Wong in narrows his eyes. A glint of cold determination flickering within. The distance of 100 meters is negligible for combatants of their caliber. Closing in an instant as the leading bullsharp horns nearly collide with him. Unfazed, Wong moves with the agility of a flickering flame, evading his foes while his blades dance in deadly arcs. The sound of flesh being cleaved resonates through the air, and the nearest bulls erupt with vibrant crimson from their necks. King spectacular. Wong Yi's demeanor remains impassive. His movements resemble an electric current, surreal and dreamlike, as he weaves through the dense mass of bulls, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. The herd diminishes rapidly, and despite their relentless assault, they fail to overwhelm him, as only three or four can approach him at any given moment. For Wong, he the difference between one and several is negligible. His strikes are swift and powerful, each imbued with a sense of all-inspiring might. The ground becomes increasingly littered with the fallen, the bodies accumulating densely. Suddenly, Wongi halts, having maneuvered to the opposite end of the battlefield, where a path of defeated bulls lies behind him, none remaining upright, in an astonishing display of prowess. He has cut through the ranks of 100 bulls single-handedly. The mastery of his swordsmanship is formidable, where an ordinary warrior might unleash a singular blow with full force. Wong Yi's ethereal technique allows him to execute multiple strikes within the same time frame. Moreover, wielding dual blades doubles his attack frequency when combined with his unmatched agility. The result is a terrifying display of strength. The foundational technique of the thunderblade enhances his speed, amplifying his instantaneous movement by 40%. rendering the bull's charge almost sluggish in comparison to his lethal onslaught. If not for his desire to hone his skills and deliberately slow his pace, he could have dispatched these bulls even more swiftly. 100 initial tier bees posed no challenge to him whatsoever. In 2 minutes and 11 seconds, all 100 bulls lie defeated. The tier trial successfully completed. Congratulations, student Wong E resonates the divine electronic voice across the prairie once more. You have accomplished the first layer of the tier trials. The next step is the tier C trial. Your objective is to slay 200 bulls within 50 minutes, comprising 190 initial tier beasts and 10 intermediate tier beasts. Best of luck. With 1 minute for preparation, the countdown begins again. 5958. As time expires, a massive herd of 200 bulls, akin to small tanks, emerges before him, 10 of which are towering giants with horns of blaze and crimson with a thunderous roar. The 200 bulls charge in mass toward Wong Yi, who tightens his grip on his blades, fixating his gaze on the 10 colossal bulls at the forefront. First, I shall eliminate these 10. Wong Yi's thoughts race like lightning, and in the next instant, the two forces collide. Meanwhile, outside the trial space, Yang Hi awaits at the entrance of the trial tower. He soon observes the black stone pillar designated for Wong E. Noting the carved numbers changing, the trial tower's level escalates from 1 to 13. Such swiftness, Yang Hui muses, a grin spreading across his face. It seems this lad possesses considerable talent. Having passed the tier A trial so quickly, however, I suspect this is where his journey may halt. The tier B trial is not easily overcome. Many veterans training for a year continue to struggle at the first layer. Despite his surprise at Wong Yi's rapid progress, Yong Hi remains skeptical of his ability to navigate the forthcoming challenges. After all, in the original tale, Luo Fong achieved a perfect mastery of movement and wielded the third tier of the Thunderblade with 28 times the force, barely scraping through the tier trial. From the information he possesses, Wong Yi's greatest asset appears to be his physical enhancement speed, while his agility seems to be merely rudimentary. To have triumphed over the tier eight trial is already a notable achievement. Shortly thereafter, Yang Hi watches in astonishment as the black inscription on Wong Yi's pillar escalate from 13 to 16. Unbelievable. He gasps, taken aback based on his understanding of Wong. Passing the tier trial seemed nearly impossible. Yet, this was expected for Wong. He had not demonstrated his true capabilities during the evaluation. He gazes up at the towering trial tower, pondering how soon Wong he would emerge. For the challenges of the tier trial are insurmountable for a novice. As time drags on, Yang Hui feels the tension in his neck mounting. Yet Wongi still does not appear. Goodness, he exclaims, grappling with his disbelief. In the second layer of the trial tower, Wong strolls leisurely through a desert, fiercely battling a swarm of scorpion beasts. To enhance his combat experience, he refrains from hastily eliminating his foes, instead savoring the lessons each encounter imparts. After all, while the sign-in panel bestows him with insight, it does not directly augment his experiential knowledge that must be earned through his own efforts. With each thrust and parry, he engages in a dance of death, learning and adapting with every strike. A cacophony of swift movements and piercing sounds reverberated through the aid desert, echoing with an unsettling intensity.