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Before the ancient and majestic Martial Arts Tower of Shanghai Martial Arts University, sunlight filtered through sparse clouds, dappling the bluestone-paved plaza and adding an air of mystery and solemnity to the momentous occasion. The crowd thronged, their voices rising and falling. Whether they were senior students with a touch of pride and composure in their eyes, or freshmen filled with anticipation and curiosity, they all stopped in their tracks, their gazes fixed on the towering Martial Arts Tower, a profound and indescribable awe washing over them.

"Just how old is this Ye Chu?" A voice rang out from the crowd, carrying a hint of disbelief, as if asking about a secret that seemed like a fantasy.

"Is it really a freshman this year?" another voice followed up with a question, its tone a mixture of surprise and skepticism, as if confirming a fact that was about to overturn the norm.

"The strength of a new student is actually so strong..." These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that left the faces of those around them filled with disbelief. At the Shanghai Martial Arts University, strength is the standard by which everything is measured, and for a newcomer to be able to create such a stir in this land full of strong individuals, how could one not feel awe?

Inside the Martial Arts Tower, Ye Chu's figure moved like lightning, traversing the intricate levels. Every strike was precise and powerful, as if each move contained his profound understanding of martial arts and boundless passion. On his first attempt, he showed no fear, advancing with unstoppable momentum towards the seventh level. His composure and confidence left the onlookers outside the tower speechless.

"That's terrifying! Ye Chu is only in his early twenties!" an older student muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with complex emotions, including amazement at Ye Chu's talent and helplessness at his own aging.

"If he passes the seventh level, he will probably be the youngest person in the school's history..." These words were like a bombshell, causing an uproar among the crowd. Everyone's eyes instantly turned fervent, as if they had already foreseen the birth of a legend, a legend whose name would be engraved at the top of the Martial Arts Tower, a legend that future generations of students would look up to.

The air was thick with tension and excitement, and everyone's heartbeat rose and fell with Ye Chu's every move in the tower.

At this moment, the history of Shanghai Martial Arts University seems to be quietly turning a new page, and Ye Chu is the one who is writing this new chapter.

When Ye Chu stepped into the unfathomable seventh level of the Demon City Divine Tower, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even time slowed down and became heavy. He had expected to be met with another wave of ferocious monsters or complicated traps, but unexpectedly, the scene before him made him stop in his tracks, and an unprecedented shock surged in his heart.

In this space shrouded in ancient magic, there were no expected roars of beasts, nor any blinding flashes of light, only an eerie silence, as if even the sound of the wind had been swallowed up by this invisible force. Ye Chu's gaze pierced through the dim light, fixing on a spot not far ahead, where stood something far from ordinary—a great demon that had completely broken free of its beast form and transformed into a human.

The great demon's face was twisted like a vengeful ghost returned from hell, its features dislocated, and its eyes gleaming with an eerie green light, as if they could see into the deepest fears of people's hearts. Most striking were the two thick, pillar-like tentacles on its head, which occasionally swayed gently, releasing wisps of black mist, adding an ominous touch to the already gloomy scene.

It wore a long black robe, which swayed gently in the wind without making a sound, as if even the air itself feared its majesty. Beneath the black robe, a muscular body was vaguely visible, every inch of its skin emanating a faint black aura, like the dark currents of an abyss, silent yet deadly. Its posture was like that of a swordsman walking in the night; though it held no sword, its invisible killing intent was sharper than any blade, sending chills down one's spine and making one involuntarily want to retreat.

The surrounding air seemed to solidify under the aura of this great demon. Ye Chu could clearly feel his heart racing and the spiritual energy within his body surging restlessly. At this moment, he realized that he was facing an unprecedented challenge, an enemy far beyond conventional understanding.

Then, the humanoid demon slowly spoke, its voice like an ancient bell, carrying an undeniable majesty and vicissitude: "You are quite good. This is the first time I have seen such a young challenger. In this trial ground, countless brave souls have tried to cross this threshold, but all have failed. Your courage and perseverance have surprised me slightly."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chu's eyes blazed, and a defiant smile curled at the corners of his lips, igniting his burning desire for unknown challenges. However, this rare praise did not last long before it was interrupted by another cold and piercing voice.

"However, your good luck ends here." The black-robed male demon slowly emerged from the shadows. His eyes were like abysses, revealing endless coldness and killing intent. Every word seemed to come from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Faced with this sudden threat, Ye Chu did not back down. Instead, his fighting spirit surged even more fiercely, as if a thousand troops were galloping within him. "Haha, good! Let's fight first!" His laughter echoed in the empty secret realm, carrying an indescribable sense of pride and determination.

Upon seeing this, the humanoid demon's eyes flashed with a hint of approval, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by an even stronger fighting spirit. "Arrogant brat! Take this!" With a cold snort, he suddenly accelerated, appearing before Ye Chu like a ghost. A longsword shimmering with a ghostly blue light had materialized in his hand, its tip pointing directly at Ye Chu's heart meridian, its speed astonishing.

Ye Chu reacted swiftly, sidestepping the fatal blow. Simultaneously, scorching spiritual energy surged from his palm, transforming into a golden longsword, which he used to fiercely clash with his opponent. The sword light blazed like dragons as the two figures darted through the secret realm. Each collision was accompanied by a deafening roar, and the surrounding trees within the secret realm snapped under the impact of the aftershocks, leaving a trail of dust and devastation.

"Good lad!" A deafening roar erupted from deep within the humanoid demon's throat, like the roar of an ancient beast awakening, shaking the surrounding air and creating visible ripples. Its eyes gleamed with cunning and bloodthirsty coldness, as if it had calculated everything about its prey perfectly.

In that instant, the ancient sword in the great demon's hand seemed to come alive. With a gentle swing, a black light burst forth from its sheath, like the deepest star in the night sky suddenly bursting forth, yet carrying an indescribable aura of evil. This light rapidly expanded in the air, transforming into a vast sea of ​​sword energy, boundless and limitless. Each wisp of sword energy contained terrifying power capable of tearing mountains apart. They intertwined and converged, ultimately forming an unstoppable torrent of sword energy that surged towards Ye Chu with the force of a thunderbolt.

Ye Chu's face was exceptionally solemn under the pressure of this force. He knew that facing such a surging torrent of sword energy with his bare hands was tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock. However, as a seasoned martial artist, there was no sign of retreat in Ye Chu's eyes; instead, a fierce fighting spirit burned within him. He took a deep breath, his muscles taut beneath his clothes, as if every inch of his skin was telling a story of unyielding resistance.

At this critical moment, an ancient power seemed to be awakened within Ye Chu. He roared, "Dragon-Shaking Fist!" As his words fell, a breathtaking scene suddenly appeared behind Ye Chu—phasing dragon phantoms crisscrossed, some hovering in the air, others swooping down, their roars deafening, carrying an ancient mystery and majesty. These dragon phantoms were not merely illusions; they seemed to contain real dragon power, closely connected to Ye Chu's will. As his fist unleashed its force, they roared forth together, meeting the overwhelming torrent of sword energy.

The two forces collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a dazzling light that illuminated the entire space as if it were daytime. A tremendous roar echoed endlessly, as if even the heavens and earth trembled.

Ye Chu's eyes burned like flames, flashing with unyielding determination. His body trembled, as if all the power in the world had gathered in him, and with his earth-shattering cry of "Kill!", the entire space seemed to tremble.

In an instant, a powerful fist intent surged forth from Ye Chu's body. It was the Shaking Dragon Fist, which he had painstakingly practiced for many years, and now, at this critical moment of life and death, it finally erupted with its most brilliant light. The fist imprint condensed, like an ancient dragon soaring into the sky, its head converging at the top of the fist imprint, looking down upon all directions. Its power was enough to shake the heavens and the earth, causing the void to tremble, as if even space itself was about to be torn apart by this force.

Just then, the sharp sword energy that had been relentlessly attacking like a leech was instantly shattered and vanished into nothingness by the power of the Shaking Dragon Fist, as fragile as paper. Those sword energies were like shooting stars in the night sky; though they had shone brightly, they paled in comparison to the brilliance of the Shaking Dragon Fist.

Upon seeing this, the humanoid demon's expression changed drastically, a look of disbelief and terror flashing in his eyes. He knew he was facing no ordinary opponent, and the sword intent in his hand condensed once more, as if he were pouring all his life's cultivation into this single strike. In an instant, a massive sword aura gathered again, like lightning ripped across the sky, almost illuminating the entire space, its dazzling light blinding to the eye.

The great demon roared, brandishing its greatsword, the tip pointing directly in Ye Chu's direction. A massive sword aura poured down like a storm, colliding violently with the Dragon-Shaking Fist's imprint, producing a deafening roar. Under this attack, even the immensely powerful Dragon-Shaking Fist imprint ultimately could not withstand the blow, shattering into specks of light that dissipated into the air.

However, the great demon's offensive did not stop there. His sword intent and power remained undiminished. Instead, he used the residual force of this attack to continue slashing at Ye Chu with unstoppable momentum.

"Again!" Ye Chu's roar echoed across the empty battlefield, deafening like thunder. His eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and his fighting spirit surged wildly in his chest like a raging fire.

He took a deep breath, his muscles taut beneath his clothes, gathering a surge of powerful energy once more. This force, like a raging storm from ancient times, carried a destructive force and hurtled directly towards the massive figure ahead.

In the next instant, space seemed to be torn apart, and the great demon's extremely sharp sword energy poured down like a silver river, flashing with cold light as it slashed towards Ye Chu. However, Ye Chu was not afraid at all. The long sword in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, shattering the great demon's sword energy one by one at an incredible angle and speed.

The moment the sword light shattered, Ye Chu let out a deafening roar, his entire being like a tiger descending from the mountain, exuding a terrifyingly fierce aura, as he pounced directly on the great demon. His movements were incredibly swift, as if he wanted to completely destroy any obstacle in his path.

However, that great demon was no ordinary being. Its body was massive, like a walking mountain, and its cultivation was extremely profound and unfathomable. The moment Ye Chu pounced, it immediately sensed the danger, letting out a low, majestic roar, as if proclaiming its defiance and fury.

"Sword Intent of Reincarnation!" The great demon roared, and the longsword in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling light. This light contained endless power of reincarnation, as if it could reverse the universe and reshape life and death. The next second, the sword energy in the great demon's hand gathered into a dazzling sword pillar, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, and directly collided with Ye Chu's figure, which was like a tiger descending the mountain.

At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to change color. Sword light and fist shadows intertwined, erupting with a deafening roar and blinding light. The air was torn into countless fragments in the fierce collision, as if even time and space were completely overturned in that instant.

The battle between Ye Chu and the great demon was like two raging torrents colliding fiercely, neither able to easily suppress the other.

"Dragon Shaking Fist!"

Ye Chu unleashed a thunderous cry, "Dragon-Shaking Fist!" that shook the surrounding air. His voice was filled with boundless determination and indomitable will, as if it could shake the very heavens.

With this shout, a deafening roar erupted, like a thunderclap suddenly falling from the sky, or a volcano erupting violently around Ye Chu. The scorching qi, like boiling lava, surged wildly, instantly enveloping Ye Chu. The qi was hot enough to melt steel, and its force seemed to reduce everything in its path to nothingness.

Amidst the surging energy, a terrifying shockwave swept out like a violent storm, engulfing everything in its path. Wherever it passed, vegetation withered, and rubble flew everywhere; it was as if even space itself was being torn apart by this force. For a moment, the world was filled with violent energy fluctuations, causing a chilling sense of dread.

However, Ye Chu did not pause for a moment. His figure shot out like an arrow, carrying an unstoppable momentum, and charged directly at the humanoid demon in front of him once again. His eyes flashed with a determined light, as if he wanted to completely destroy this demon.

Upon seeing this, the humanoid demon's pupils instantly contracted, and an unprecedented sense of horror surged within him. He had originally thought that with his demon race's powerful physique and demonic energy, he would be able to crush this seemingly weak human before him. However, Ye Chu was now displaying unbelievable combat power, and his fighting style was several times more ferocious than his own demon race.

The great demon felt a strong sense of crisis gripping his heart. He knew that if he didn't pull himself together, he would probably fall into the hands of this human today. So, he roared, his demonic energy surging, and he pounced on Ye Chu.

In an instant, two figures crisscrossed the heavens and earth, their fist winds and demonic energy intertwining to unleash a deafening roar. Each collision felt like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, causing the surrounding air to freeze. The power of Ye Chu's Dragon-Shaking Fist was so great that every swing made the great demon tremble with fear, as if it might be completely devoured by this power at any moment.

This life-or-death battle between humans and demons has reached a fever pitch, with every moment filled with endless excitement and suspense.

Amidst the rising winds and surging clouds, the world seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, and an earth-shattering duel was quietly unfolding. A humanoid demon, over ten feet tall, was covered in scales that shimmered with an eerie light, resembling a colossal beast emerging from the ancient wilderness. In its hand, it gripped a greatsword, its blade gleaming coldly, its surface crisscrossed with strange runes, each ray of light containing a terrifying power capable of tearing mountains and rivers apart.

At this moment, he was concentrating all his strength on that legendary ancient sword, chanting ancient and mysterious incantations. The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, and instantly, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. A terrifying power called "Reincarnation Sword Intent" condensed around him. The sword intent spun and rose like a tornado, carrying a world-destroying momentum, pointing directly at the seemingly weak young man in front of him—Ye Chu.

Ye Chu's eyes burned with an indomitable flame, a thirst for victory and a challenge to fate. Facing the great demon's earth-shattering blow, a calm smile played on his lips, his fighting spirit so intense it seemed even the heavens and earth trembled. Within him, an equally ancient and powerful sword intent quietly awakened, a crystallization of his will forged through countless brushes with death and countless battles—the "Heaven-Defying Sword Heart."

The "Sword Intent of Reincarnation" and the "Heaven-Defying Sword Heart" clashed violently in mid-air, locked in a stalemate, causing the heavens and earth to change color and the wind and clouds to tremble. Around Ye Chu, countless sword shadows appeared, each sword light an embodiment of his indomitable will, gradually eroding the seemingly invincible sword intent of the great demon. Finally, with a deafening roar, the great demon's sword intent burst like a bubble, vanishing without a trace.

The demon's expression changed drastically. He stared at the young man before him in disbelief, his eyes filled with astonishment and a hint of barely perceptible admiration. Before he could react, Ye Chu's sword flashed through the air like lightning, striking his vitals. The demon didn't even have time to struggle; his massive body began to crack under the sword light, eventually transforming into countless points of starlight, like the most dazzling meteor shower in the night sky, slowly dissipating into this ancient and mysterious world, leaving only a long sigh of praise: "Hehe, kid, well done."

At that moment, Ye Chu stood in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by lingering sword energy. His eyes were even more determined, as if he could already see the infinite possibilities on this path against the heavens.

"call--"

Ye Chu took a deep breath, heavy and labored, as if gathering the last bit of strength in his body. Sweat poured down like rain, soaking his already worn clothes and clinging tightly to his thin yet resilient body. His eyes were fixed on the front, the only gateway to the unknown world, which now seemed to be locked by a thousand-pound lock, blocking his path. Ye Chu's heart was filled with resentment and stubbornness. He no longer had the strength to maintain a complete smile, but the light shining in his eyes was more fervent and resolute than ever before.

At this critical moment of life and death, the world seemed to sense this indomitable will. A distant and mysterious voice echoed in the empty space. The voice seemed to come from ancient times, or perhaps it was whispering in one's ear, carrying endless majesty and compassion.

"Passed the checkpoint!"

These two simple words, however, resounded like thunder in Ye Chu's heart. He suddenly looked up at the door shrouded in light, and saw that from the originally tightly closed crack, strands of golden light began to seep out, gradually converging into a dazzling pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.