At the critical moment, Ye Yu suddenly raised his head. Instead of picking up Black Blade Night, he began using body techniques—his true full power—to engage in close combat with the Rock Stone Generals.
Ye Yu stood up and charged toward the Rock Stone Generals. His fists rained down on them like a storm, each punch carrying his indomitable will.
Surrounded by the densely packed Rock Stone Generals, two fists were no match for so many enemies. But Ye Yu didn't just use his fists—he utilized his legs, elbows, knees, and every part of his body that could attack.
Kicks, elbow strikes, knee thrusts—he engaged in an even fiercer melee with the Rock Stone Generals.
In this brutal close combat, Ye Yu pushed himself to the limit. Even as his limbs grew numb and sore, he knew he had to keep moving. Otherwise, even if he defeated them, he would be at his limit and unable to face the second trial.
Ye Yu weaved between the Rock Stone Generals, constantly searching for openings to strike.
Every punch he threw carried a howling wind. A straight punch slammed heavily into a Rock Stone General's chest, producing a dull thud. Cracks instantly spread across its torso before it shattered and vanished.
The fact that it cracked before disappearing, rather than exploding outright, indicated that Ye Yu's strength was waning.
After all, his stamina was draining rapidly, and the power behind his punches had diminished significantly.
As his exhaustion grew, the battle became increasingly perilous. More and more wounds appeared on Ye Yu's body. Sweat mixed with blood as it trickled down his face. His stamina was depleting at an alarming rate, and his breathing grew more ragged.
Whoosh!
Ye Yu was slashed by multiple longswords and sent flying. After landing, he desperately wanted to lie down and catch his breath—even for just a second. But he knew he couldn't. The moment he let his guard down, disaster would strike.
With a kip-up, he sprang back to his feet, only to find himself surrounded by dozens of Rock Stone Generals. Longswords came slashing at him from all directions. Ye Yu stomped heavily on the ground.
Boom!
A deafening explosion erupted as the ground beneath him shattered, sending debris flying in all directions.
In that instant, Ye Yu spread his arms wide, fingers extended, and unleashed one of the Navy Six Styles—Finger Gun. His hands moved like phantoms, fingertips gleaming with a cold light as they rapidly tapped the scattered debris around him. The moment his fingers touched the shattered rocks, they seemed to come alive, transforming into countless bullets that shot toward the Rock Stone Generals.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Ye Yu spun rapidly in place, firing every piece of debris with pinpoint accuracy. His hands left afterimages in their wake as hundreds—no, thousands—of rocks were launched. None of them fell back to the ground; every single one was flicked away by his fingertips.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A continuous barrage of impacts rang out. Each rock struck a Rock Stone General with precision—some piercing straight through them, others riddling their bodies with dense craters. But soon, the damaged generals could no longer hold their form, collapsing and vanishing.
Holes the size of bowls appeared across the Rock Stone Generals' bodies before they crumbled and disappeared.
However, there were simply too many of them. Even with this method, Ye Yu couldn't sustain it for long. His movements gradually slowed, and he could no longer keep up. Just as the last of the debris was either fired or fell to the ground, his assault came to an end.
Ye Yu gritted his teeth, forcing his exhausted body to keep fighting. His fists, knees, and elbows—every part of him became a weapon. He battled fiercely amidst the horde of Rock Stone Generals, pouring every ounce of strength into each strike. Though covered in wounds and pushed to his limits, he endured with unwavering determination. His icy, terrifying gaze sent chills even through the inanimate Rock Stone Generals.
Ye Yu's stamina dwindled, but the number of Rock Stone Generals also thinned.
Leaping high into the air, he dove down with a devastating punch—God Fear—shattering a large group of Rock Stone Generals below into nothingness.
Landing on one knee, Ye Yu gasped for breath, his body riddled with wounds, blood staining the ground around him. He glanced around—only a hundred remained.
"Just a little longer… almost there."
Forcing himself up, he stomped the ground, his legs so heavy they barely obeyed. With a roar, he launched himself once more, diving down with both fists crashing down.
A Rock Stone General swung its long blade upward, triggering a terrifying explosion of force.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The battle neared its end. Ye Yu's injuries multiplied, blood flowing endlessly, his stamina utterly drained. Every attack felt like burning away his life.
Crack—
Finally, the last Rock Stone General collapsed at his feet and vanished. Ye Yu could no longer hold on, collapsing to the ground. A faint smile touched his lips—he had succeeded, barely conquering this horrifying first trial.
Even on the hard ground, it felt as soft as grass, the warm sunlight bathing him in comfort. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, utterly spent yet relieved.
Then, the countdown began.
"Five seconds until the second trial begins."
Ye Yu knew there'd be no long rest—this Mystic Realm was tougher than the Giants' challenge.
As the final second ticked away, he reluctantly rose, his gaze steely, ready for the second trial. Which three would appear to attack him together?
The scene shifted before his eyes. Ye Yu gripped Black Blade Night, standing firm—though a closer look would reveal he leaned on its tip for support.
Then, a system announcement echoed:
"The first trial is now closed, as no one else remains. It is declared: only one has cleared the first trial. Now, a team will be selected to challenge the sole survivor in the second trial."
"All others may now be teleported out."
In an instant, those who had withdrawn vanished—except for Feng Yi and Xiong Houdao.
Feng Yi grinned. "It really was Ye Yu who made it. We weren't sent out."
Xiong Houdao marveled. "Incredible. Another miracle. But I wonder if he can keep it up."
Feng Yi clenched his fists, anxious.
"Damn it, if only we could help in the second trial. Even if it meant dying, I'd block that combined attack for him."
Even Xiong Houdao wished he could assist, but it was impossible. He sighed. "It's all on Ye Yu now. If he withstands it, we'll see him advance to the third trial—or he could choose to leave with the rewards from two trials. That'd still be impressive."
At this moment, Lin Muxue was teleported out. Knowing she hadn't been chosen was expected—her injuries were severe, and her energy was nearly depleted after barely making it through the penultimate wave.
Other top Chosen Ones kept getting teleported out one after another, signifying their rejection.
Wang Quanshi frowned: "I've been teleported out too. Ye Yu, don't you dare die. I still need to defeat you to become the strongest in single combat."
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