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"My God, this is unbelievable!"

Ye Chu, the freshman who just arrived, is actually preparing to step into the awe-inspiring eighth gate of the Martial Arts God Tower without any fear!

Divine light streamed down from the tower's spire, illuminating his resolute face, as if gilding the young man about to embark on his journey with a golden glow.

Those around seemed to be witnessing a divine being slowly rising in this world, its imposing aura enough to shake the very soul of every person.

Outside the Martial Arts Tower, a cacophony of voices erupted, with shouts of amazement rising and falling like a surging tide, weaving together into a breathtaking symphony.

Countless people gaped, their eyes wide, as if trying to etch this moment into their hearts forever. They spoke in unison, their words filled with disbelief and uncontrollable excitement. Their voices merged together, forming a powerful sound wave that trembled the surrounding air, expressing the indescribable shock and anticipation deep within their hearts.

It should be known that this Martial Arts Divine Tower is the most mysterious and unpredictable existence in the academy, with ten levels, each containing unimaginable power and trials.

Over the years, countless geniuses have failed here. The vast majority of students, even with their best efforts, can only stop at the sixth level, sighing in despair at the seventh. Even among those hailed as geniuses among geniuses, only a handful, extremely rare, have managed to overcome all the difficulties and reach the seventh level.

However, on this very hurdle that countless predecessors considered insurmountable, Ye Chu, a fresh graduate, was preparing to take that decisive step with an almost provocative attitude.

His figure appeared exceptionally lonely yet resolute under the gaze of the crowd. Each step seemed to be accompanied by an invisible drumbeat, striking the hearts of everyone and stirring up ripples.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Chu. Their hearts were filled with complex emotions—amazement, doubt, expectation, and endless imagination for the future.

Ye Chu's move was not only an extreme challenge to his own strength, but also a courageous challenge to the entire academy's tradition. He seemed to be telling everyone with his actions that miracles are often created by those who dare to dream and explore.

As Ye Chu slowly pushed open the gate to the eighth level, an ancient and mysterious aura swept over him—a call from the pinnacle of martial arts, and the prologue to Ye Chu's personal legend. At this moment, a story of courage, wisdom, and growth was quietly unfolding, and Ye Chu was the protagonist who would lead the way and write his own legend.

In the eighth level, Ye Chu had just stepped through the dark and mysterious door. The stone slabs beneath his feet seemed to still bear the lingering fear and sweat of those who had come before him, and an ominous premonition permeated the air. He took a deep breath, his eyes blazing, preparing to face the unknown challenge. Just then, an unusual figure suddenly came into view, instantly tightening his heartstrings.

It was a man clad in a blood-red robe, standing silently in the center of the checkpoint, seemingly blending into the surrounding darkness, yet subtly exuding a chilling presence. Yes, it was a person, not one of the ferocious beasts from the previous checkpoints. This discovery stirred ripples in Ye Chu's heart; he realized that this challenge might be even more complex and difficult.

The man exuded an indescribable aura, an endless, malevolent bloodlust, as if an evil force surging from an endless abyss, enveloping his entire being. Looking from afar, Ye Chu felt the scene before him become distorted and bizarre, as if he were not standing within a small checkpoint, but rather in a vast, boundless ocean of blood. The blood waves rolled and surged, each drop of blood containing endless resentment and slaughter, sending chills down one's spine.

That intensely dense killing intent, like waves of surging tides, relentlessly assaulted Ye Chu's mental defenses. Even from a great distance, he could clearly feel the fear emanating from the depths of his soul—a terrifying power originating from an ancient battlefield, witnessing countless cycles of life and death. Ye Chu's heart pounded, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He knew that he was about to face not just an enemy, but a long-buried history, a dark chapter of hatred and revenge.

The air around them seemed to freeze, each breath becoming unusually heavy. Ye Chu took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil within him. He knew that he had to remain absolutely calm and rational at this moment to have any chance of survival in this seemingly hopeless contest. He slowly took a step forward, walking towards the man in the blood-red robe. Each step was filled with determination and unyielding spirit, as if he were declaring war on fate and challenging the unknown.

In that trial ground shrouded in ancient and mysterious power, the night was as dark as ink, the stars hidden, only the occasional flash of lightning piercing the sky, adding an unsettling omen to this gloomy world. In this forgotten corner, a man dressed in mottled, blood-stained clothes stood silently. His garments seemed to be stained red by the smoke of countless battles, every inch of fabric bearing the weight of past glories and sorrows. He glanced coldly at the young man before him—Ye Chu—his deep eyes holding both the vicissitudes of time and a disregard for the unknown challenges ahead.

Then, a meaningful smile appeared on the lips of the blood-clad man, a smile that contained both disdain for the victor and anticipation for the challenger. "My name is Xue Can," his voice was deep and magnetic, as if it could pierce through the fog of the heart, "the director of the Political Education Department of the Magic City Martial Arts University. This is merely an avatar I left behind. As the one guarding this eighth trial, my existence is to test the determination and strength of every person who attempts to climb to the pinnacle of martial arts."

"I will only use three moves," Xue Can said with an undeniable air of authority. "These three moves are called the Three Blood Slaughter Forms, each containing power capable of overturning mountains and rivers. As long as you can withstand the baptism of these three strikes, you will pass the eighth level and gain the qualification to advance to a higher realm."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chu felt no fear whatsoever; instead, an indescribable surge of excitement welled up within him. He nodded, his gaze unwavering, as if he could already see himself reborn amidst the clash of swords. "Alright, senior, make your move!" His voice, though soft, was resounding, each word ringing out like a morning bell or evening drum, striking the hearts of everyone present.

Upon hearing this, Xue Can suddenly roared to the sky. The roar was like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, deafeningly loud. Instantly, an extremely violent surge of energy erupted from his body, like a wild horse running rampant. This energy rapidly gathered in the air, transforming into streaks of blood-red light that swirled and intertwined, finally condensing into a vast and boundless blood-red wave, as if a sea of ​​death had surged from the depths of hell. It instantly swallowed everything around it, forming a vast, blood-red vortex that exuded a chilling pressure.

In this sea of ​​blood, Ye Chu's figure appeared exceptionally small, but he did not retreat. Instead, he straightened his spine, his eyes fixed on the impending terrifying attack, preparing to face this trial that concerned his fate and glory. The wind seemed to freeze at that moment, the air thick with the stench of blood and tension.

The man in blood-stained clothes was surrounded by a chilling aura of murderous intent. His eyes were bloodshot, like a demon returned from hell.

With a deafening shout, "First move, Blood Slaughter Across the Four Seas!" his voice seemed to transcend the shackles of time and space, echoing in everyone's hearts and stirring up waves of emotion.

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire space was suddenly enveloped in a blood-red hue so intense it was almost tangible. The blood was so thick it seemed to drip water, or like crimson snowflakes suddenly falling from the sky, turning the world into a blood-red landscape. The air was thick with the pungent smell of rust, the unique scent of blood that sent chills down one's spine, as if one were on an ancient battlefield, surrounded by deathly silence and despair.

The longsword in the blood-clad man's hand appeared even more ferocious amidst the crimson torrent, its blade swirling with an ominous light that seemed capable of devouring all life. He suddenly swung the sword, his movements so swift that only blurry afterimages remained. In that split second, countless dense crimson sword energies, seemingly drawn by an invisible force, converged into a colossal, sky-covering blood-red blade, suspended in mid-air.

This blood-red blade contained an endless thirst for blood and a chilling killing intent. It seemed to possess its own will, thirstily craving the nourishment of blood. The rich crimson color was also mixed with wisps of black mist, like the whispers of a demon from the abyss, sending chills down one's spine and making one's soul tremble, as if one would be devoured by this terrifying power at any moment.

With a single swing, the blood-red blade cleaved through the sky with the force of a thunderbolt, tearing apart space and leaving behind shocking cracks. This attack engulfed the entire space, enveloping both the sky and the ground in its destructive power, leaving no escape but to face it head-on.

The air around them seemed to freeze, and everyone struggled to breathe. They watched helplessly as the blood-red blade, carrying irresistible force, slashed fiercely towards its target. In that instant, life and death hung in the balance, and the tension and excitement reached their peak.

"罡气!" Ye Chu shouted in a low voice, his tone filled with unwavering determination and chilling intensity, as if it could freeze the surrounding air. His eyes shone exceptionally brightly at that moment, like two dazzling stars, shining brightly in the dim environment.

"Dragon-Shaking Fist!" As he uttered these three words, Ye Chu's aura surged violently, unstoppable like a volcanic eruption. His muscles bulged beneath his clothes, each one brimming with explosive power. Facing the blade light that flashed through the sky like lightning, carrying a chilling aura, Ye Chu showed no hesitation or retreat. His heart was filled only with the will to fight and the desire for victory.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to absorb all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his chest. Then, suddenly, an incomparably powerful aura surged out of his body, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable. This aura spun wildly around him, bringing with it gusts of howling wind, like the eye of a storm, full of destructive power.

Just as this aura reached its peak, a miracle occurred—a lifelike dragon slowly emerged behind Ye Chu. Its scales shimmered with a metallic sheen, and its eyes, like two burning flames, exuded boundless majesty and domineering power. This dragon seemed to leap from an ancient legend, carrying awe-inspiring power that made everyone present feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

However, this was not the end. Under Ye Chu's control, the dragon suddenly transformed into a terrifying fist imprint. This fist imprint concentrated all of the dragon's power and pressure, like a heavenly tribulation descending, carrying the determination to destroy everything. It carried boundless power and, with lightning speed, slammed into the sharp sword energy directly in front of it.

"Boom!" A tremendous sonic boom erupted at that moment, like the wrath of the heavens, a thunderous roar that shook the entire space. The instant the fist imprint collided with the sword energy, a dazzling light burst forth, like two stars colliding in the night sky, radiating a mesmerizing brilliance. The terrifying impact was like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, engulfing everything in its path and utterly destroying everything around it.

The blood-clad man's sword energy was like a fragile bubble in the face of this irresistible force, instantly blasted into endless blood mist and dissipated into the air.

The man in blood-stained clothes trembled slightly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected this scene to unfold so abruptly. The setting sun cast its last rays across his blood-soaked clothes, adding to his ominous and wild aura. His gaze was piercing, fixed on Ye Chu, who moved with agility, like a cheetah poised to pounce, unleashing a punch—the renowned Shaking Dragon Fist!

The fist whistled through the air, carrying the force of shattering mountains and rivers, hurtling straight towards the blood-clad man. The air seemed to be torn apart by this punch, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and even the surrounding space trembled. The blood-clad man reacted extremely quickly, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth. The long sword in his hand instantly shone with a blood-red light, like hellfire or the wrath of an Asura, and he met the punch without hesitation.

"boom--"

A deafening roar erupted, as if the sky had been ripped open, causing rocks to tumble and dust to billow. The fist imprint and sword energy collided fiercely in mid-air, bursting forth with dazzling brilliance, like two stars colliding in the night sky, releasing a heart-pounding energy surge.

The crimson blade energy exploded upon impact, transforming into a rain of blood that filled the sky. Each drop contained a sharp killing intent, like blooming crimson lotuses, both beautiful and deadly. This blood rain swirled and intertwined in the air, forming bizarre and dazzling scenes, rendering this world like a battlefield of carnage.

However, Ye Chu's Shaking Dragon Fist Imprint was no ordinary weapon. Despite suffering severe damage in the collision and its surface being corroded by the strange blood, it remained resilient and emitted a faint golden light. The fist imprint continuously emitted a hissing sound, like an ancient stone tablet being eroded by wind and rain, carrying an indescribable eeriness and desolation.

The man in the blood-stained clothes showed surprise for a fleeting moment, which was replaced by a more solemn and profound gaze.

He secretly admired this young man, Ye Chu, for he not only possessed astonishing strength, but also an indomitable will and the courage to challenge powerful enemies.

To encounter such an opponent here is a rare stroke of luck.

At this moment, their duel seemed to have transcended a simple contest of victory or defeat, transforming into a battle of will, courage, and wisdom.

Then, the blood-stained man stood in the center of the dusty battlefield. His tone was full of indomitable fighting spirit, like volcanic lava about to erupt. He spoke slowly, each word heavy and powerful, as if it could shake the deepest fighting spirit in people's hearts.

"You blocked two of my attacks with one punch. You are indeed strong, beyond my expectations. But please remember, this is just the beginning. My final strike will not be blocked as easily as the first two. It will be the culmination of my life's cultivation, the embodiment of my endless desire for victory."

After speaking, the man in blood-stained clothes abruptly closed his eyes, as if performing some mysterious ritual, or communicating with some power deep within his heart. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, which flashed with a captivating red light, like hellfire, fiery and resolute.

He slowly raised the blood-stained longsword above his head, the movement seemingly slow, yet containing immense power, as if even the air itself had frozen in that moment. As his true essence surged wildly within him, his protective aura began to gather uncontrollably, like a river bursting its banks, or a floodgate opening, surging and unstoppable.

In an instant, the world changed color, a fierce wind arose, and dust was swept up by this powerful aura, creating an apocalyptic scene. The figure of the blood-stained man appeared even smaller in this chaos, yet he was exceptionally resolute, as if he were the center of the storm, and all the power originated from him.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling blade of light burst forth from the long sword above the blood-clad man's head. This blade of light was no ordinary object; rather, it was formed from the condensation of his entire body's true essence and will, transforming into a terrifying hundred-zhang-long beam, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, carrying an aura of annihilation as it hurtled straight toward his opponent.

Even more terrifying, however, was that behind that hundred-foot-long blade of light, a blood dragon was hidden! This blood dragon was covered in crimson scales, each one gleaming with a cold light. Its eyes were like torches, and its roar was deafening, as if it could tear space apart and shake the heavens and the earth. It charged out along with the blade of light, carrying endless majesty and killing intent, determined to turn all obstacles in its path into nothingness.