At this mont, it’s been an hour since the Fifth Level began, and basically everyone has successfully passed this level by paying a certain price.
Only one person...
There’s still no news from him, it’s Fat Long who stepped into the wooden door an hour ago.
Fat Long is the only one who needs to enter the wooden door to challenge his fallen self, and he’s the only one who hasn’t passed the first level.
Actually, in theory, Fat Long’s difficulty level is the lowest.
Under normal circumstances, it’s actually a blessing in disguise. After all, challenging yourself with the sa strength, you only need to break through on the spot or have a bit of luck to complete it. But challenging the master of this Secret Realm makes the difficulty infinitely higher.
If this Secret Realm proceeded according to the normal process.
At this mont, these people would have to die here, only Fat Long can pass this level.
But...
Unluckily, there was a small problem with this Secret Realm, making it not so regular, which led to what should have been the easiest difficulty level becoming the most difficult.
"..."
Chen Qiu took out a rocking chair from his Storage Ring and lay on it, holding the Heavenly chanism Umbrella in his arms, patiently pretending to nap while waiting for Fat Long to successfully pass the level. Although quite a bit of ti has passed, he still believes that Fat Long should be able to successfully co out alive.
It’s not that he has great confidence in Fat Long’s strength.
But Fat Long as a person is inherently afraid of death.
Generally speaking, people who are afraid of death will often struggle with lots of Life Force when facing death. Moreover, there’s no point in him being anxious; he can’t help Fat Long with anything and can only wait patiently, wait for ti to pass, wait for an outco.
Finally—
"Bang."
Accompanied by a loud noise, the wooden door on the corridor wall was suddenly kicked open rudely, and next they saw, holding a butcher knife, Fat Long staggered out, heavily injured, covered in blood, with plenty of injuries visible to the naked eye down to the white bone.
"Damn it..."
Although the injuries looked severe, his condition seed fine, his voice still sounding rather forceful, still cursing and swearing.
"Isn’t this Secret Realm ssed up, wasn’t it supposed to be strength equivalent?"
"Why is my illusion obviously much stronger than ?!"
"This illusion can even transform into a dragon and spit fire, why can’t I? This strength is obviously not equal!"
Upon closer inspection.
Although Fat Long had many injuries on him, there was no blood flowing out, many wounds appearing charred, clearly almost roasted.
"Uh..."
The Secret Realm master hesitated a bit and was sowhat uncertain: "Normally, the strength in this level should be absolutely equivalent, there should be no problems, but sotis depending on a person’s physique, there might be small mistakes, which I cannot interfere with."
"How is it?"
Chen Qiu stood up, put away the rocking chair, and took out a bottle of Pill from his arms, tossing it over.
"Still alright."
Fat Long caught the Pill, raised his head, and swallowed the whole thing, then burped: "Apart from being a bit tired and a bit in pain, it’s not a big deal, and I’m a bit annoyed, this thing is really unfair, the thods it has are obviously much more than mine."
"..."
Chen Qiu looked at the approaching Fat Long, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said softly: "Don’t forget your Twelfth Grade Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, this is the highest grade bloodline of the Dragon Clan, maybe you already have this ability but just don’t know how to use it, and since the illusion assus you have this ability, it would definitely use it."
"This..."
Fat Long nodded thoughtfully: "There’s so sense in that, but no one taught how to use it, and I haven’t felt that this Twelfth Grade Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline has given much help, other than aiding the Dragon Clan, it seems to have no significant use for personally."
"To say the least, when breaking through a Great Cultivation Realm, it cannot be used as a basic condition to help obtain higher-grade thods."
"I’ll study it when I go back."
"If the illusion can do it, there’s no reason I can’t."
"By the way."
Chen Qiu curiously asked: "Since your illusion was far stronger than you, how did you win?"
"Just won like that."
Fat Long lightly coughed, his eyes drifting, speaking with so lack of confidence: "Easily."
Before entering this level, as there were newly recruited Secret Realm masters and Bai Family’s geniuses and other juniors present, he didn’t want to lose montum, so he appeared nonchalant and relaxed.
Though these people, in terms of age or Cultivation, made Fat Long more like a junior.
But since these people respectfully called him Great Elder, he naturally had to show the deanor of a Great Elder, he couldn’t always appear life-fearing.
But...
After all, those are just appearances.
The mont he entered the level, his legs were a bit shaky, but having already entered, however panicked he was, he had to face it bravely, and he t his illusion, possessing stronger strength than him.
This illusion was quite remarkable.
It possessed the sa strength as him, oh no, stronger strength, it also had his way of thinking and personality, almost identical to him. Upon eting, he instinctively took a step back, and as a result, saw his illusion also took a step back instinctively.
He understood.
This Secret Realm is useless with brute force, it’s about psychological battles.
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