Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

The crowd continued arguing.

When the topic turned to the third assessment, many people fell silent for a moment.

Then, a young man shook his head with a wry smile.

"Celtic...almost impossible."

This statement was made very lightly, yet few people disagreed with it.

The fifth and fourth places in the inner courtyard are only one place apart.

Only those who have stayed in the inner courtyard for a long time know how big the gap is between these rankings.

Celtic, 29 years old.

The strength has been tempered to ninety percent.

The sixth chapter of the Golden Thunder Vortex Sutra.

In addition, he also cultivated an extremely rare mental technique, making his mental power far surpass that of ordinary third-tier extraordinary individuals.

The Celts were famous for their swordsmanship.

Those who have fought him say that the energy from his blade can not only tear flesh apart, but also directly impact one's spirit.

Before the blade even touches the body, the enemy's consciousness will be stung first, and if there is any hesitation, the next strike will cut the person in two.

Most importantly, Celtic was only twenty-nine years old.

Xilun shook his head.

"Too slow."

Swain raised an eyebrow.

"You think four or five months is too slow for a six-month evaluation?"

"Yes."

Siron answered calmly.

"If I only barely pass the first assessment, I'll only have four or five months left to prepare for the TOEFL challenge."

"Defeating Toyuan eight months later, and then catching up with Celtic in four months, is still not enough."

The cave became quiet.

The crimson patterns on the surface of the Fire Spirit Fruit shimmered slightly, casting a dark red hue on Xilun's profile.

Swain gazed at his disciple.

"You are now ranked tenth in the inner court."

"Given your age and the length of your training, very few people in the entire Holy Light Monastery could achieve this level of progress."

"Being too hasty may not be a good thing."

Xilun certainly understood.

Cultivation is not simply about pushing speed to its limit.

The physical body needs to recover, the internal organs need to adapt, and the mind will also become fatigued.

Many geniuses don't lose because of a lack of understanding or resources, but because they can't stand others being ahead, forcibly trying to break through, ultimately destroying their own foundation.

But his situation is different from theirs.

"I don't have much time."

Xilun looked down at his right arm.

Beneath the loose sleeves, thirty-six blood locks were quietly intertwined, without revealing a trace of black energy.

However, he knew very well that it was only temporary.

The eight-armed evil god will not forget him.

The ten-year period will not stop passing just because he wants to cultivate steadily.

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"If I only aim to barely pass the test, I will never be able to beat the Celtics a year from now."

"I want to become stronger."

"It's not just that he's slightly stronger than him, but that he's so strong that no matter what opportunities he gets this year, he can't change the outcome."

Xilun raised his head.

"So, please tell me a faster way."

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