"....."
Amidst the clamor of the second barrier, people gradually began to attempt the third. At this level, ninety-nine percent of the applicants for the military were filtered out.
After all, only those who had cleared the highest difficulty of the second barrier, winning three flags by slaying demons, were qualified to enter the third barrier. Those who reached this level basically belonged to the Third Realm of Martial Arts, having a Profound Body or higher cultivation, mastering at least one Divine Skill and beyond.
The third barrier had only three arenas. The guardians this ti were not demons, but three Green-armored Soldiers standing tall on the field.
All three wore heavy green armor, the armor leaves layered like fish scales, shoulder armor cast in the shape of an angry tiger head, exuding a chilling gleam. In the seams of the armor, dark red bloodstains lingered. The three stood firm at the center of the arena, motionless like mountains, their heavy armor leaving shallow impressions where it t the ground.
Three small mountain-cutting banners stood behind them, the flags draping down past their shoulder armor like beasts poised to attack, eyes sharp as if carved by cold blades, their whole selves emanating a murderous aura, honed through countless battles with demon beasts.
They were like three unsheathed blades!
The group reaching the third barrier, upon seeing these three Green-armored Soldiers, felt as if confronting bloodthirsty tigers and wolves, more terrifying than demons, their gazes sowhat intimidating.
They knew these were the true elites of the Ninth Mountain, each exuding a nacing aura that was overwhelmingly oppressive, feeling more dangerous than demons, causing so not to dare et their eyes.
Facing the challengers, one of the arena guards scanned with dagger-like eyes, speaking gruffly,
"The rule for the third barrier is simple: just defeat the three of us, by any ans necessary."
"The victor will enjoy the salary of a colonel and command a thousand troops in the future!"
At these words, the eyes of the crowd instantly burned with fervor. The Ninth Mountain, in extraordinary tis, acted with extraordinary thods, bypassing the accumulation of military rits, straightforward and aggressive, relying solely on strength. Those who ca here all wished to make a na for themselves through their skills amidst the chaos, especially under the towering influence of the Ninth Mountain.
"I’ll go!"
" too."
Soon three people eagerly stepped onto the three arenas.
The quickest defeat was in one move, the longest lasted no more than three moves, before being knocked off the arena.
Then another three went up.
Again, they were knocked off!
This repeated in cycles for several rounds, yet no one succeeded in the arena challenge.
Among them were even experts at the Profound Body Peak, who fell within a few moves.
"Damn, they didn’t even use Divine Skills, how are they this strong!" One challenger wore a ghostly expression, as these Green-armored Soldiers didn’t even use their Divine Skills, yet their simple moves left no openings, showing vulnerabilities even after using Divine Skills.
"Nonsense, don’t be fooled by the simple moves. These people have honed these techniques countless tis on the battlefield; every move is lethal, invoking fear. Once fear arises, vulnerabilities appear, leading to defeat even if one’s cultivation is deeper." Soone had insight, inwardly praising, truly the elites of the Ninth Mountain. Just standing there, they exerted pressure.
If they knew the real elites of the Ninth Mountain were still on their way, who knows what they would think.
"I, Mr. Yue, humbly seek your skills!"
"I too am here."
"I, Zhao, shall not shy away, haha."
Soon, several young n of extraordinary temperant stepped onto the arenas.
"Yue Sanjian, i Changqing, Zhao Xihu, three of the Seven Heroes of Sichuan are here too."
"It’s them, they say these Jianghu Wanderers were among the earliest to support the front lines, making a big na for themselves, highly skilled."
"I hear they emulate the ’Seven Heroes of Weiyuan’, slaying demons in Chuanzhong Pass, renowned, true gentlen indeed."
"Why are there only three of them!"
"..."
Amidst the discussions, in the arena, the three engaged in fierce battles with the Green-armored Soldiers, exchanging dozens of moves until Taoist Soldiers were deployed, forcing the three Heavenly Pass n to use Taoist Soldiers to secure victory.
"Thanks for the concession!"
The three passed the barrier.
Then, laughter echoed as another three ascended the stage, sparking discussions below.
It turned out the other three of the Seven Heroes of Sichuan appeared on the arena, with another trio of Green-armored warriors taking up the guard.
These three also passed the barrier!
This imdiately garnered significant attention, as six of the Seven Heroes of Sichuan had arrived, leaving only one presumably also present, everyone turned their gaze, a charged atmosphere igniting. It felt like Jianghu rangers were eagerly enlisting, striving for military accomplishnts, battling through barriers with fervor.
After the six cleared the barriers, they called out to the crowd below,
"Brother Gongsun, you’re the only one left!"
Soon, a figure draped in a black robe, with a Sword Box on his back, steadily stepped out from the crowd and jumped onto the middle arena.
"Please instruct!"
Soon, a clear sword sound emanated from the Sword Box.
It wasn’t long before Gongsun Wuji successfully passed the challenge and joined his six friends.
They beca the first batch to pass the three barriers, the seven gathering at the Ninth Mountain, undoubtedly to be rembered as a great tale, feeling quite pleased.
As they envisioned the future, a ssenger from the Ninth Mountain arrived at the Soldier Inspection Platform and saw the seven, saying,
"You seven gentlen have all passed the three barriers, co with , Mr. Gongsun requests to see you!"
The seven exchanged a glance, feeling summoned by soone significant, yet had never heard of such a figure at the Ninth Mountain, unlike the well-known Piaoqi figures of the Ninth Mountain.
"May I ask, who is this Mr. Gongsun?"
The eldest of the seven, surnad Yue, gave a courteous fist salute to the orderly officer, showing full respect.
The orderly officer replied, "Mr. Gongsun is acting under our General’s command, temporarily overseeing all of Yunding Mountain’s Governnt Administrative Office functions. No more questions; just follow !"
The seven were taken aback at the words.
The soldier’s words hinted that this Mr. Gongsun was of notable repute, acting under the command of the Martial Saint General of the Ninth Mountain, commanding the current Governnt Administrative Office, a significant figure.
"Then it’s better to obey respectfully!" The seven exchanged glances, naturally not refusing, but with so nervousness and excitent inside.
Being summoned by such a significant figure made them feel a bit flattered, overwheld with various thoughts.
Thus, led by the orderly officer, with the Prohibition Token in hand, they proceeded with the Seven Heroes of Sichuan, including Gongsun Wuji, to the top of the Ninth Mountain.
Upon reaching the top, the area around the Ninth Mountain Colonel Hall was densely armored, exuding awe. Even the seven at the Heavenly Gate realm could not help but tense up.
"This is the Colonel Hall of our Ninth Mountain, reminding everyone to stay close to , not to stray, as it represents the General’s dignity."
The seven felt a stir of surprise at these words, both elated and anxious. This is the fad Colonel Hall of the Ninth Mountain, once the residence of the Martial Saint General serving as Lang General. Realizing they had the fortune to set foot in such a place felt surreal, but rembering the words of the leading soldier, they closely followed.
Soon, they followed the orderly officer through corridors and alleys, reaching the main hall of the Colonel Hall. They entered under guidance.
"Mr. Gongsun, the people have arrived."
The orderly officer reported with a wave to a figure standing in the hall.
The entering Seven Heroes of Sichuan also bowed in greeting, lowering their heads.
"Greetings, Mr. Gongsun!"
In the center of the hall, a figure in a white Confucian robe stood with his back to the newcors.
At this mont, this figure turned around, clad in a Confucian robe, sporting a goatee, with a refined appearance but inherently dignified eyes.
It was Gongsun Yang, who had shed his armor for regular attire.
Gongsun Yang now oversaw operations of the Yunding Mountain Governnt Administrative Office, issuing grand recruitnt orders.
Of course, under his own General’s directive.
He now turned around, smiling, as his gaze swept over the seven, finally resting on Gongsun Wuji in Xuan Clothes, speaking with a smile,
"I never thought I’d see the General’s old friends at the Ninth Mountain, how ti flies!"
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