Living between the two realms, I seek enlightenment in the mortal world.

The seventh floor.

Chen Feng arrived here.

He was bleeding from his shoulder and panting heavily.

I'm really tired.

"Shouldn't we restore ourselves to peak condition after each hurdle?" Chen Feng couldn't help but complain.

There was a meadow in front of us.

The grass is lush and verdant.

In the distance are rows of large black bulls, each over two meters tall.

The tallest one was over four meters high, and its pale golden eyes looked in this direction, giving Chen Feng a suffocating sense of pressure.

"A giant black bull, over four meters tall, with pale golden eyes and sickle-shaped pale golden horns. According to the records of ferocious beast studies, this is clearly a general-level golden-eyed demon bull."

Beast studies and alien studies are compulsory courses in high school.

He studied very hard back then.

That's when I recognized it at a glance.

"Not just one, but two general-level beasts." Chen Feng tightened his grip on his sword, his scalp tingling. "That's bad enough, but they're actually a whole pack. Those over two meters tall are ordinary ferocious beasts, and those over three meters tall are soldier-level beasts. In total, there are forty or fifty of them."

"The difficulty has increased so drastically, it's like going from a young girl to an old woman, how can we possibly fight this?"

"Forced?"

"Bullshit!"

Chen Feng touched the throwing knife at his waist.

Ultimately, they gave up.

Now is not the time to expose ourselves.

What he wants is to qualify within the city and participate in the second round of the continental competition.

The current results are far beyond the expected level.

"Then let's fight to the death."

"I'll also taste the flavor of death."

"There is great fear between life and death."

"I wonder if this will allow me to break free of my mental shackles and enter the ranks of generals."

Seeing that the countdown was about to end, Chen Feng took the initiative to walk over.

Instead of charging straight in, they moved to the side.

The golden-eyed demon bulls here are all over two meters tall, making them easy to deal with.

The moment the countdown ended, Chen Feng charged into the herd of cattle.

The sword transformed into a merciless scythe, ruthlessly reaping lives.

He unleashed the Spring Breeze Step to its fullest extent, completely immersed in the battle.

The bull's footsteps, tail whipping, hoof stomping, head-bowing charge, horn slicing, and chaotic air currents all transformed into data flowing through my mind.

Chen Feng's heightened senses caused him to constantly receive warnings.

Under extreme pressure, his understanding of the Spring Breeze Step improved rapidly.

He weaved through the demonic bulls, narrowly dodging attacks.

His body moved with the wind, his sword showed no mercy.

Because he had no shield, he dodged with extra care.

They showed no mercy when they attacked; every time they raised their swords, a demonic bull was killed.

Moo moo moo...

A booming sound came from afar, and in an instant, several demonic bulls rushed forward, some even leaping over the barrage, completely blocking the airspace above and to the left and right.

"You're cheating!"

Chen Feng let out a wail.

Within that size, he also unleashed his full potential.

He grazed the body of the demon bull, grazed its horns which resembled scimitars, and killed three of them before finally being knocked away by a high-ranking demon bull.

Before he could even stand up, the four-meter-tall demonic bull was already upon him, its high hooves slamming down and crushing him into a bloody pulp.

Everything went black, and when they reappeared, they were outside the Tower of Babel.

Electronic sounds have returned.

[Ding: Chen Feng, your Tower of Babel trial has stopped at the seventh floor, with a total score of 638 points.]

[Ding: Please leave Perfect World within one minute. You will be automatically kicked out if you fail to do so.]

"638 points, that's not bad!"

Chen Feng glanced at the city rankings; he was at the top, the city champion—he had it all figured out.

However, the name went dark, indicating that he was already dead.

Xia Ping was in second place and was still progressing through the levels. Based on his score, he was estimated to be on the fourth level. Just then, Xia Ping's name faded into the background, and his final score settled at 312.

In the continental rankings, he is currently ranked first.

The second-place player has already scored 550 points, and their name is still highlighted.

"This person is at least a high-level warrior."

Chen Feng made his judgment and left.

In the virtual pod, he opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.

He was unharmed.

I'm just mentally and physically exhausted.

He stood up, opened the door, and was taken aback.

A group of people were standing outside.

Leading them were Director Chang and Deputy Director Wei.

"Chen Feng, congratulations on becoming the city champion and the continent's number one!" Master Chang extended his hand, a kind smile on his face.

"Well done, Chen Feng!" Vice Director Wei's smile widened.

Chen Feng's lips also curled into a grin.

He was like a victorious general, being ushered into the reception room.

A lot of people have already gathered here.

Among them was Rena, whose expression was more complex than ever before upon seeing him.

She remembered that this classmate was in worse physical condition than her just a few days ago.

She also had to work as her sparring partner to earn a living.

How did it become so amazing in the blink of an eye?

Following this, Director Chang delivered a speech to offer encouragement.

Deputy Director Wei also delivered a speech to offer encouragement.

Then Chen Feng was led to another meeting room, while the other students were taken over by an instructor.

The treatment of cadets and soldiers is vastly different.

Moreover, this applies to Chen Feng today.

"Xiao Wang, serve tea, my treasured Herbal Nourishing Tea," Master Chang instructed after we sat down.

"Herbal Qi-Nourishing Tea?" Vice Master Wei's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together. "We're in for a treat this time. Master, is there any left?"

"Don't even think about it, there's only a little left." Master Chang immediately became wary. "Next time I go to the Zhou Pavilion, if I get more, I'll share some with you."

"We can definitely get it," Vice Master Wei said with a smile. "When you go there in the next couple of days, you'll be going with great momentum, how could the old master not give you something?"

"That makes sense!" Master Chang narrowed his eyes. Seeing that the tea had been served, he said to Chen Feng, "This tea is made by stir-frying dozens of herbs with their medicinal properties. It has the effect of refreshing the mind and relieving fatigue. It is a rare drink. Chen Feng, come and have a taste."

"Thank you, Master!" Chen Feng had already smelled the aroma, which invigorated him. He picked it up, blew on it, and took a small sip. The aroma immediately filled his mouth.

The hot tea flowed smoothly down my throat, yet it contained a refreshing coolness that spread throughout my body, immediately relieving my tired mind.

"Excellent tea!" he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Of course it's good tea. You can hardly find it on the market. Even if it is available, a tael of tea leaves would cost at least 100,000." Deputy Master Wei took two sips in a row, exhaled a satisfied breath, and then slowly said.

He leaned closer, lowering his voice, "Chen Feng, with your grades, you're undoubtedly the city champion, but the continental championship is a bit uncertain and very unstable. Next, we'll give you our full support and try to help you improve further within five days, so you can compete for the continental championship. The continental championship brings more than just prestige; there's also a reward of 50 million credit points and a spot in the continental martial arts elite training camp."

Chen Feng's breath hitched: "The reward is this high this time?"

He recalled that last year's continental champion only received five million.

"Yes, this year's rewards have increased tenfold overall, but they're still small sums," said Vice Master Wei. "The top ten in the city will each receive one million for sixth to tenth place; two million for fourth and fifth place; three million for third place; four million for second place; and five million for first place. The top ten in the continent will receive similar rewards, but the prize money has increased tenfold, meaning the continental champion will receive fifty million. As for the final championship battle in the third round, the reward will also be tenfold."

"Even if we only get tenth place, we'll still have a hundred million."

"The first-place champion is worth 500 million."

"In addition, the champion will also receive a thousand-year-old herb spirit, as well as cultivation techniques, weapons, and other benefits, with a total value of at least tens of billions."

"The champion, there's one every year. They're all the chosen ones. As long as they grow step by step, they'll definitely become marquises or kings in the future."

Deputy Curator Wei explained the reward rules for this year in general.

"The champion's reward is the spirit of a thousand-year-old plant?" Chen Feng's breath hitched, and his eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

In an instant, he made a decision.

He glanced around, then lowered his voice: "Master, if I have a chance to compete for the championship, what kind of training will you, or the martial arts school, provide for me?"