The pillar of light gradually disappeared, and Yang Yuan’s vision spread out once more.
This ti, he found himself standing in a vast desert.
The scorching air hit him in the face, and the sand howled in the fierce wind, kicking up clouds of dust.
"Yellow Sand Gobi? No, this still seems like an illusionary scene."
Yang Yuan surveyed the surroundings, spotting a dilapidated castle in the distance, standing in the center of the desert.
A strong urge in his heart told him that if he wanted to continue the trial, he must go to that castle.
"It’s a bit like the Shashi Fortress of before, but here it seems more like a relic."
Without hesitation, he stepped forward toward the castle.
Suddenly, a powerful pressure emanated from within the castle, as if a deity was hidden there.
’A real Celestial-level, perhaps?’
His expression unchanged, he continued to stride forward.
As he approached the castle, suddenly, a figure leaped into the air from the castle’s gate.
There was a tall and mighty man clad in black armor, wielding a massive longsword.
The man’s gaze was cold and sharp, exuding an almost tangible killing intent.
Just being stared at by the opponent made his skin tingle.
"Are you alive? What level are you?" Yang Yuan asked curiously.
The man in black armor did not answer, rely stared at him coldly, then suddenly vanished and slashed with his sword.
Yang Yuan reacted swiftly, dodging the black-armored man’s attack as if teleporting.
He quickly counterattacked, sending a palm strike toward the black-armored man.
However, the black-armored man easily avoided his attack and slashed toward his neck with the sword.
"Clang!"
He deflected the longsword with a palm and punched towards the opponent’s head.
The man in black armor countered with a punch from his other hand.
"Boom!"
A loud crash as their fists collided, triggering a powerful energy ripple.
The surrounding sand exploded, forming a massive sandstorm sweeping outward.
Yet, the ground beneath them remained unhard, perhaps because the environnt was fake, or because the castle was part of the Ancient Ruins.
When the dust settled, Yang Yuan was surprised to find the black-armored man still standing there, unhard.
To face him in hand-to-hand combat and remain unscathed—this was a first for his opponent.
"You’re not strong enough, go back and stop causing trouble," the black-armored man said coldly.
"Trouble?"
Yang Yuan felt a twinge of irritation; he was quite annoyed by these people’s arrogance.
Did they take him for a child?
The red-haired brute before was the sa, and he had been even less courteous than the current opponent.
But that man had been blown apart by his arrow.
"You think I’m causing trouble? Fine, I’ll show you trouble."
Yang Yuan chuckled coldly to himself, unable to suppress a smile.
In the next mont, he suddenly stopped restraining his aura and suppressing his power.
A hair-raising energy emanated from him, his terrifying physique distorting the surrounding space.
The black-armored man’s pupils contracted, and his eyes finally showed so fluctuation.
"Whoosh!"
He suddenly vanished from where he stood.
Yang Yuan also disappeared in an instant.
"Clang!"
As they collided, both were blasted back tens of thousands of ters, but then imdiately charged at each other as if teleporting.
"Clang clang!"
"Boom!"
The two flickered back and forth within a ten-thousand-ter radius.
The black-armored man wielded his great sword with broad and powerful strokes.
anwhile, Yang Yuan t the opponent’s longsword with bare fists and palms, feeling no pain.
His body was so strong that even a Celestial-level Weapon could hardly harm him.
"Interesting, be careful!"
The black-armored man roared, his body suddenly emitting a dazzling light as he got serious.
In the next mont, a sword beam ten thousand ters long slashed down furiously.
Yang Yuan disappeared from where he was with a cold smile.
"Boom——"
The ten-thousand-ter sword beam shattered the ground, then swept sideways with force.
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
The ten-thousand-ter sword beam chopped and slashed in a frighteningly fast manner.
Yet, Yang Yuan flickered as if teleporting, flashing hundreds of tis within less than a tenth of a second, closing in on the black-armored man and punching toward his head.
The black-armored man’s expression changed, hurriedly blocking with his left hand.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, he was sent flying backward.
"Am I causing enough trouble for you?!"
Yang Yuan disappeared with a cold smile, reappearing to punch through the black-armored man’s shadow.
"Whoosh!"
He chased again, unleashing his true power for the first ti since his awakening.
The chase resud, but this ti Yang Yuan relentlessly pursued the black-armored man, interrupting him each ti he tried to strike.
In the blink of an eye, they crossed thousands of kiloters.
Though Yang Yuan seed to have the upper hand, the black-armored man’s speed was astonishing, preventing him from landing a true hit.
"Stop, you win!"
The black-armored man suddenly retreated explosively.
Yang Yuan halted, looking at him with a cold smile.
"There’s no room to fight here, you win, but let give you so advice: the Ga Governnt would rather wrongly kill than let a Conceptual Superpower User go. Take care of yourself!"
Concealing his trembling hands, the black-armored man spoke expressionlessly, then vanished.
[Congratulations on passing the Ascension Trial.]
The ga panel appeared before him again.
In the next mont, Yang Yuan found himself back on the Firepower Platform.
"Only two trials? I thought I had to fight my way up through thirty-three layers."
He chuckled coldly, then continued to control the Firepower Platform to ascend.
Much later.
Two figures erged from the clouds.
One of them was surprisingly the black-armored man who had fought Yang Yuan earlier.
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