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The countdown on the panel decreased second by second.
Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze, composed himself, and focused all his attention inward.
Super Kill combos aren’t working. Is there any other way to elevate my maximum combat power another level...
The Demon form was Lu Yuan’s true, ultimate, perfect combat state at this stage.
In this state, he was like a Demon God. His exceptional skills and lightning-fast thoughts reached a wondrous peak in every aspect.
A new, higher level of life form.
One hundred percent of his strength could unleash one hundred and twenty, or even one hundred and fifty percent of his combat power.
However... it was still not enough!
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In a daze, Lu Yuan found the scene around him changing.
He was changing as well.
His perfect Demon Body faded, and he beca thin and small.
Before him was not the gloomy, decaying Secret Realm sky, but a bright and clean classroom.
The proctor, wearing tal-frad spectacles with his white shirt tucked into his trousers, raised his hand, glanced at his watch, and announced, "Attention candidates, there are five minutes remaining before you must submit your papers!"
He sat in the examination hall, dressed in a neat, clean white school uniform.
The afternoon sun shone through the window, illuminating the exam paper before him.
The final major question was still blank.
His scratch paper was filled with crossed-out, incorrect derivations.
The hand holding his pen ached, and a thin film of sweat had long beaded on his forehead and the tip of his nose.
But his eyes remained calm.
He hadn’t given up.
Lu Yuan picked up his pen and lightly sketched on the scratch paper. A RUSTLING sound erged as the nib touched the paper.
There were still five minutes.
He could... try one last calculation.
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Lu Yuan sat quietly atop a piece of ruin, the air distortion caused by his Demon Body seeming to weaken.
His aura was continuously drawn inward, his ters-long black hair cascading like a waterfall.
He seed to be asleep.
Or perhaps, he was simply deep in thought with his eyes closed.
The brief lull in the battle finally allowed Xie Jun and the other two, watching from a distance, to slowly recover from their dumbfounded stupor.
The shock and impact this battle had delivered so far would likely exceed the sum of their next hundred S-rank Secret Realm encounters with an Evil God.
Although they didn’t know what agreent Lu Yuan and the man who had hatched from the black egg had reached, or why there was a sudden ceasefire.
But Xie Jun and the other two were now utterly convinced: the man born from the black egg would undoubtedly win!
He was simply too powerful!
So powerful that the three of them could barely imagine what level of master would even be qualified to faze him in the slightest.
He was so powerful that, several tis, the three of them felt the urge to kneel and worship him.
He was practically invincible!
"Let’s go!" Xie Jun took a deep breath and made a swift decision.
The other two had no objections.
The three of them quickly turned, but they didn’t dare to move too fast, afraid of attracting the attention of that terrifying man.
Although his full attention was currently on Lu Yuan, whose strength was just as monstrous, who knew if the Monarch seated on the throne might suddenly take an interest in an ant crawling beneath his feet?
...
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In the exam room, the boy in white was oblivious to his surroundings, wielding his pen like a sword, its tip RUSTLING across the paper.
In the ruins, Lu Yuan kept his eyes closed. Every second, thousands, even tens of thousands, of thoughts collided and dissipated in his mind.
The power of a Super Kill isn’t enough... Even the accumulated damage from combos isn’t enough...
To break his defense, I must enhance the explosive power of a single skill.
I still have two skill points. Perhaps I can raise the level of Lv. 2 Super Kill - Thousand Crows Singing at The Moon.
If it reached Lv. 3 and its power underwent a qualitative change, I might have a chance to break the King of Ancient Brent’s defense.
But as soon as this thought arose, Lu Yuan imdiately rejected it.
In the exam room, the boy in white gently crossed out a line of reasoning he had just derived on his scratch paper.
No, relying on an Lv. 3 Super Kill is too far-fetched. I need more assurance.
Perhaps I can try to fuse the three Super Kill skills into one...
A new line of thought erged.
Then, it sparked more and more flashes of insight.
It’s not just Super Kills; Sure-kills and even ordinary skills... can all be integrated.
The more I fuse, the more perfect the integration, and the better the effect... the greater my chances of winning.
In the exam room, the boy in white’s eyes glowed faintly.
A thin sheen of sweat covered his fair, handso face, seeming to shimr in the sunlight. A joyful expression appeared.
He was certain this was the correct approach to solving the problem.
He quickly picked up his pen and wrote—
One skill point vanished as Lv. 2 Unconquerable Instinct upgraded to Lv. 3 (Max Level).
Another skill point vanished, and Lv. 1 Flash of Insight also upgraded to Lv. 2.
Lu Yuan wasn’t being stingy in the slightest.
Compared to what ’He’ had left for him, 2 skill points were truly insignificant, were they not?
The upgrades were complete.
His King-level combat awareness quietly rose another level. Now it’s... Supre Level? Or even Exceeding High?
Lv. 2 Flash of Insight triggered the mont it was upgraded, a stroke of good luck.
In an instant, if Lu Yuan’s previous thinking speed was like electricity...
Then now... his thoughts had beco light.
His multiple class panels all seed to glow.
Countless pieces of skill information and insights were stripped from them, converging towards a single point in his mind.
Innurable inspirations were rapidly weaving together.
Gradually, the embryonic form of sothing began to manifest.
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Han Xun flew, his long knife in hand.
The closer he got to his target, the slower he beca, his expression growing graver.
The light screen projected from his optical contact lenses indeed showed an extrely powerful Evil Energy Fluctuation up ahead. However, where all the data should have been, there were only rows of question marks: ??????
Han Xun knew very well what this ant.
He slowly tightened his grip on the bone-chilling hilt of his long knife.
Reason told him the most correct course of action was to imdiately turn back.
But the pride of a Four-winged Flying Bear General... compelled his body to continue forward.
At the very least, I should see what the source of this Evil Energy Fluctuation... actually looks like.
Thinking this, he slowly flew forward.
Until, finally, a figure appeared in his line of sight.
A figure hovered silently in mid-air, its entire body covered in black crow feathers, clad in magnificent, exquisite armor, like an ancient Monarch, proud and noble.
He stood with an air of leisurely grace, head bowed, elegantly preening the occasional ruffled feather on his body.
He seed to sense Han Xun’s arrival and cast a nonchalant gaze in his direction.
The instant that gaze fell upon him... Han Xun’s body trembled slightly, his icy facade cracking.
His right hand, gripping the ice-blue long knife, wanted to strike several tis, but an extrely intense sense of crisis and the shadow of death forcibly restrained him each ti.
His intuition told him—
If I strike... I will surely die. There can be no other outco.
Fortunately, the figure quickly withdrew its gaze, seemingly paying him no mind, still maintaining that leisurely, indifferent air.
Han Xun heard himself let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, like one who had just escaped death.
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The final seconds of the countdown ticked down.
The bell signaling the end of the exam was about to ring.
In the exam room, the boy in white wrote with increasing speed, his eyes shining ever brighter as he closed in on the final answer.
In the ruins, Lu Yuan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, the eyeballs beneath his lids darting faster and faster.
The sphere of light being woven into form within his mind grew ever more brilliant...
"Not done yet?"
The King of Ancient Brent, having finished preening his last feather, looked down at Lu Yuan with a placid expression.
"Why not give up? I’m starting to think..."
The handso man in armor spoke casually, "Perhaps you are not the one He spoke of, nor the one I await."
Lu Yuan remained quiet, eyes closed, as if he hadn’t heard him speak.
The handso man shook his head slightly.
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DRING DRING DRING—
The bell marking the end of the exam rang.
In the exam room, the boy in white, having written the final step of the solution, calmly set down his pen.
The countdown on the panel ended.
In the ruins, Lu Yuan opened his eyes and stood up.
A peculiar ripple spread out as he rose.
The handso man raised his gaze impassively.
Xie Jun and the other two, who were trying to sneak away, inexplicably froze and turned around.
Han Xun, a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead, suddenly looked up.
At this very mont, everyone in the Lant Ruins, for so reason, subconsciously looked in the sa direction.
Lu Yuan, the focus of innurable gazes from seen and unseen places, was now smiling.
Within his eyes, previously all white, a speck of gold quietly blood.
Then, this gold rapidly spread across his body.
The crimson, vein-like patterns on his skin were infused, one by one, with a strange golden energy.
His perfect Demon Body, now a weave of black and gold, emanated an indescribable aura of mystery and nobility.
The instant this strange, eye-catching, mysterious gold appeared... Lu Yuan vanished.
All sound between heaven and earth also vanished in an instant.
Ti itself stopped at this mont.
Everyone’s thoughts seed to slow, to stretch....
Then, they saw a beam of light.
A brilliant beam of golden light flashed between heaven and earth.
This beam of gold was like the first ray of sunlight gracing the earth at dawn, yet also like the last lingering afterglow of sunset.
The entire space seed to be cleaved in two by it.
Everyone was dazed, as if completely lost in that fleeting, enchanting radiance.
Lu Yuan reappeared. He was now behind the handso man, the King of Ancient Brent.
The countdown on the panel had completely run out. He was now slowly reverting from his Demon form.
His body rapidly shrank, gradually returning to his normal, fair and handso appearance.
His expression calm, he spread his Death Qi Wings behind him, preventing his body from falling.
Then, he quietly regarded the King of Ancient Brent before him.
The King of Ancient Brent was also looking at him. His expression held a hint of shock; his usually proud, indifferent eyes finally showed a ripple of emotion.
He lowered his head, looking at his chest.
There, the exquisite black armor had, at so unknown point, shattered, revealing the flesh beneath.
Broken crow feathers drifted down. Parting the scattered plumage, one could see—
A long, narrow gash lay silently upon his chest.
Although this gash was already healing at a visible rate...
He was, indeed, injured.
"What do you call that move?"
The King of Ancient Brent, the handso man, stared at his wound for a long ti before finally being unable to resist asking.
Lu Yuan glanced at the skill on his class panel that had just been unlocked and was now radiating a brilliant light.
He replied in a rather nonchalant tone, "Formless."
[Congratulations, you have comprehended the independent End Skill - Formless!]
[End Skill - Formless]!
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