bookbashuk Chapter 280 Heroes Gather, Great Xia Martial Spirit! [8.5k words, bonus chapter for monthly votes!]
Chapter 280 Heroes Gather, Great Xia Martial Spirit! [8.5k words, bonus chapter for monthly votes!]
Chapter 280 Heroes Gather, Great Xia Martial Spirit! [8.5k words, bonus chapter for monthly votes!]
Xu Feng paid little attention to the outside noise.
That night, he safely arrived at Base 1 aboard the Blackbird fighter jet.
Under the arrangement of the staff, Xu Feng checked into a quiet villa area that was specially used to receive important figures and top war gods.
He had just put down his luggage when he sensed a familiar presence coming from next door.
He pushed open the door and walked out.
Just then, they saw Li Wen leaning against the porch with his arms crossed in the neighboring yard, staring blankly at the sky.
Meanwhile, in the courtyard on the other side, Yue Changkong was leisurely practicing a set of health-preserving boxing techniques.
"Oh, what a coincidence? You two are here too."
Xu Feng greeted him with a smile.
Li Wen glanced at him and nodded slightly in response.
Yue Changkong then withdrew his fist and laughed, "It's quite a coincidence. I heard that you and Li Wen were both here, and I thought this training might not be so boring, so I used my family quota to come along."
Hsu Feng was indeed somewhat surprised.
Didn't both of them explicitly refuse before?
So he only came because he wanted to? Really?
Xu Feng turned to look at Li Wen: "Is it because of me too?"
Li Wen replied succinctly, "Yes."
Hsu Feng:
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Anyone who didn't know better would think you two were from Nantong.
Just then.
A burly figure rushed out of another small building next door.
Upon seeing Xu Feng, his eyes lit up, and he excitedly ran over: "Brother Xu! Hahaha! You've finally arrived!"
As soon as I heard you were coming to the training, I was looking forward to your arrival!
The visitor was none other than Shi Long.
He was beaming with excitement, completely losing the composure expected of a high-level war god. He rubbed his hands together like a fervent fan meeting their idol.
Xu Feng felt somewhat apprehensive.
Goodness, this guy is more like one of the two.
"Brother Shilong, you've come too?"
"Hehe, thanks to the last time I escorted the communicator, I did some good work, and the higher-ups gave me this opportunity. I used B1."
The base's quota.
Shi Long smiled憨厚ly, then lowered his voice and said with admiration.
"Brother Xu, I heard you took down that psychic from the Rotten Water sect in Luo City?!"
That's incredible! Three minutes! That's a high-level War God-level mentalist!
Xu Feng asked in surprise, "Your information network is quite impressive! You already know all this?"
Upon hearing this, Li Wen and Yue Changkong both raised their eyebrows, clearly unaware of the matter.
Shi Long smiled and offered an explanation.
It turned out that Base Nine had issued a notice issuing arrest warrants for the Corrupt Water organization, and that's how he learned the inside story from his friend.
Xu Feng quickly waved his hand, signaling him to keep a low profile.
It seems the news spread faster than he could fly.
"This is nothing. Youying is very strong, so you are now ranked fifth on the military's War God Ranking."
You've broken into the top twenty on the Great Xia War God Ranking.
Xu Feng said nonchalantly, "They're all just empty titles, not worth mentioning. Everyone should get some rest. I'm going back to wash up first."
"See you tomorrow!" Shi Long said with a smile.
Li Wen and Yue Changkong nodded in acknowledgment and then turned to leave.
As Xu Feng turned to go back inside, he saw Wang Zheng, the God of War from Base B3, again.
After nodding in acknowledgment, the two went their separate ways.
That evening, Xu Feng began to take stock of the spoils he had obtained from the mentalist codenamed "Shadow" in his quiet room at his residence.
Besides his SSS-level combat suit, the man also had a total of thirty throwing knives.
Of these thirty throwing knives, ten are SSS-grade throwing knives with a deep luster and excellent energy conductivity!
The remaining twenty knives were all top-tier SS-grade throwing knives!
"Good heavens—this rotten water is really rich and powerful."
An assassin is equipped with such a luxurious throwing knife set!
No, it should be said that mentalists really make money.
Xu Feng was overjoyed.
Without hesitation, he immediately replaced all twenty of the twenty-six S-grade throwing knives he originally used with his own.
Therefore, his current throwing knife configuration is as follows:
16 SSS-grade throwing knives, 23 SS-grade throwing knives, plus 20 S-grade throwing knives!
Both the overall quality and quantity have been significantly improved!
"It seems this putrid water has given me a very generous gift."
Xu Feng's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Hopefully next time they'll send someone with more money."
He calmed his mind and quickly entered a meditative state.
While weapon upgrades are certainly welcome, the real importance lies in enhancing one's strength.
This battle made him realize something clearly.
If one's cultivation level in secret techniques is insufficient, even if one's strength is a level higher than that of the enemy, it will be of no use.
The path he's taking now is perfectly fine!
At the same time, Xu Feng developed a genuine sense of anticipation for the upcoming God of War training.
He was eager to know where his current strength ranked among the world's top war gods.
The next morning, the sun rose.
Nearly one hundred warriors from various bases, martial arts schools, and clans who participated in this training traveled together in a special bus to the main venue for the training—the Great Xia Martial Soul Hall.
The Martial Spirit Hall is not designed like a traditional stadium.
Instead, it is a solemn and magnificent architectural complex that combines commemoration and education.
It resembles a modern palace.
It is located in the core area of Base 1.
At the entrance stands a sword-shaped monument tens of meters tall, its surface engraved with countless names.
It is a monument used to commemorate the sacrifices and glory of humanity in the fight against the invasion of the dimensional realm.
"Creak—"
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The bus stopped in front of the main gate of the Martial Spirit Hall.
As soon as everyone got off the car, the sword-shaped monument came into view.
With just one glance, one can feel the profound historical atmosphere permeating the air.
"Welcome, everyone, to the Great Xia Martial Soul Hall."
A middle-aged man dressed in a simple Zhongshan suit and wearing black-rimmed glasses, who looked like an ordinary office worker, was already waiting there.
His face was ordinary, his voice was calm, and he did not exude any powerful aura.
Even when facing numerous war god-level powerhouses, he remained calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant.
"You are the 13th batch of trainees to come here."
Most of you come from the 13th Dimension, and a small number come from various families and martial arts schools.
Therefore, it is almost fair to say that most of you martial artists are not very familiar with the early history of the Tiankeng War.
And I am today's guide.
"He is responsible for guiding everyone to understand the arduous path our human race, especially the warriors of the Great Xia, has traversed since the 'Heavenly Sinkhole' descended."
He gestured for them to enter and led them into the outermost "Heroes' Corridor" of the Martial Spirit Hall.
The interior of the corridor is very large, and the lighting is slightly dim, which adds to its solemnity.
The surrounding walls are covered with huge reliefs, murals, and holographic projections.
It depicts a brutal battlefield, valiant warriors charging into battle, and shattered mountains and rivers.
In the center of the hall, there are many glass display cases.
Inside are damaged weapons, blood-stained battle flags, and some personal belongings and video materials of the victims.
This place is not much different from the battle memorial halls that Xu Feng visited.
The only difference is that everything is related to martial artists, making it more magnificent, larger, more real, and also more profound.
"Today's first lesson is not a profound technique or a practical skill, but history."
The guide's voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a peculiar penetrating power.
"We will review the key battles that determined the fate of our human race, from the appearance of the first sinkhole to our initial foothold in the dimensional realm."
And...those comrades and predecessors who gave their lives for this.
The refined guide began by recounting the initial panic and chaos, and how the first warriors built a defensive line with their own flesh and blood.
Speaking of the "Seven Bloody Days" battle, three thousand warriors fought to the last drop of blood to cover the evacuation of a million civilians.
Speaking of the Battle of the Broken Ridge Mountains, one war god after another burned their blood and qi, just to delay the beast tide for a moment.
His account was simple and detailed, without excessive sentimentality.
"This relief depicts the Battle of Zhenhai," where the East Sea War God, Futao, to prevent a lord-level deep-sea behemoth from landing, burned his life force and rushed into the behemoth's body, turning the battlefield into a vast swamp, perishing alongside the enemy.
It's as if they're simply recounting a series of long-forgotten, blood-stained historical events.
However, those who can stand here are all top-notch warriors who have experienced countless battles and have unwavering wills.
Many people initially paid little attention to these "old news" histories, and even found them somewhat boring.
Many people had shifty eyes, were either whispering amongst themselves, or were simply looking around expressionlessly.
In their view, the sacrifices of the past are certainly admirable.
But more important are our current strength and our future path.
Many of them are arrogant and power-hungry, accustomed to resources and power, or have been burying themselves in hard work for many years.
Upon hearing this, even a look of impatience and boredom appeared on his face.
Listening to these old almanacs is, in their view, a complete waste of time.
"Tsk, what's going on? Coming all this way to listen to a history lesson?"
"Instead of wasting this time, you might as well go to the gravity chamber and practice a little longer."
"It's just formalism —"
Some hushed chatter and undisguised yawns could be faintly heard in the crowd.
However, Xu Feng stood at the front of the crowd, closely following the guide, listening to every narration and looking at every exhibit.
When he hears tragic parts and sees those young faces frozen in black and white photographs, his fists clench involuntarily.
When he hears about how his predecessors overcame adversity and created miracles, his eyes light up.
He kept replaying the scene in his mind.
They even wanted to transform these scenes into battle scenes within the Divine Platform.
If he could be transported to that era of blood and fire, his combat power would certainly be greatly enhanced.
Of course, Hsu Feng was extremely interested in this period of history.
I heard that there were no secret combat techniques in that era, and almost all the strong people found their own path by groping their way through life and death.
Xu Feng could imagine how difficult that was, and he could imagine the vitality that burst forth from that despair.
Therefore, he had great admiration for these predecessors.
Because in his time, there was also a group of predecessors who sacrificed their lives for a peaceful life.
Especially after hearing about a war god named "Chen Xiao" who single-handedly lured away three lord-level monsters in order to buy crucial time for the research institutions behind the lines.
When he finally exhausted his strength and perished together with the enemy.
Xu Feng immediately thought of the Battle of Base No. 8 and the mental shock he felt when facing the horde of thousands of beasts.
He could fully understand and imagine the scene at that time.
Just like he lured away that ultimate warrior, he made the same choice.
However, War God Chen Xiao is not a mentalist, nor can he fly.
Therefore, his sacrifice is all the more admirable!
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Xu Feng clapped lightly to show his respect.
The crisp, solitary applause sounded particularly abrupt in the somewhat quiet hall.
Instantly, almost everyone's eyes were focused on Xu Feng.
Those war gods who were already somewhat impatient looked even more surprised and puzzled.
It even carried a hint of undisguised sarcasm.
"Popularity-seeking..."
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"What are you pretending for..."
"Ha, you don't have to go to such lengths to flatter someone, do you?"
"Who is this guy?"
"Xu Feng? That newly promoted Wind Blade? What's he up to?"
"It's just a history lesson, why get so worked up? Who are you putting on an act for?"
"Like a clown..."
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The murmurs of discussion resumed, clearer than before.
Xu Feng, however, seemed completely oblivious, paying no attention to the strange looks he was receiving.
It was precisely because he had dealt with so many alien races such as the Cloud Rabbit Clan and the Fox Clan that he had personally witnessed the difficulties that humans faced in establishing themselves in the dimensional world.
Only then did I realize more deeply that the relatively stable situation we enjoy today was bought with the lives of countless predecessors!
Because he had experienced such a dangerous moment, he admired those who could make such a choice even more.
If he didn't have telekinesis, he couldn't fly.
If that scenario were to happen again, Hsu Feng couldn't guarantee he would make the same choice.
After a moment of surprise, Shi Long, who was standing next to Xu Feng, also started clapping.
Wang Zheng, who was standing to the side, glanced at the bored crowd, chuckled, and stopped paying attention.
Li Wen, standing to the side, crossed his arms, still maintaining his aloof demeanor.
But when he looked at the belongings of the victims, his gaze was more solemn than usual.
He didn't clap, but nodded slightly.
Between life and death lies both great terror and great opportunity.
This is why humanity was able to forge a path through blood and fire.
This is why so many skilled heroes were born during that period.
Since the beginning of the era of confrontation, humanity has never produced another "Li Hengkong".
Today, nearly 60% of the councilor-level powerhouses in the Martial Alliance are powerhouses who came from that era.
Of the remaining 40%, 20% are descendants of people from that era.
The remaining 20% are the strongest individuals who have emerged in the last hundred years.
Yue Changkong let out a soft breath, his usual playful expression vanishing as he glanced at the surrounding murals, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
He didn't clap, but that frivolity had vanished.
Among the crowd, one person raised an eyebrow and took a closer look at the guide.
He then became serious.
This person is none other than Zhang Changgong, the "Silver Serpent Sword" who was defeated by Xu Feng in the earlier military exercise.
As the explanation deepened, more and more tragic, heroic, and moving stories were revealed.
The atmosphere in the hall gradually changed.
The whispers and yawns disappeared, replaced by an increasingly heavy silence.
A quiet venue, a calm narration.
The scene was horrific and the soldiers were covered in blood.
Many war gods no longer have wandering eyes.
They looked at the broken weapons, their reflections clear.
They seemed to be able to see through time those ancestors who possessed the same great power as themselves, yet who selflessly sacrificed their lives for the survival of more people.
Listening to the guide's detailed descriptions of the sacrifices, and then reflecting on my own life-or-death moments in the wilderness and in other dimensions...
The environment faced by those who came before them was far more difficult.
The slightest misstep could lead to the complete annihilation of the human race.
This kind of passion born of despair is the most stirring.
The environment can influence people.
Humans can do that too.
At the end.
When the guide recounted the story of thirteen powerful beings who surpassed the level of war gods, who opened up the first safe zone for the human race, half of whom were permanently asleep in the dimensional realm.
The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Almost everyone was immersed in that tragic history forged in blood and fire.
They can stand here today, peacefully pursuing higher levels of martial arts.
Isn't it built upon the bones and sacrifices of countless predecessors?
Forgetting history is, in a sense, a betrayal.
"At this most desperate moment, Henster Amirius, the second strongest man in human history to surpass the God of War, single-handedly withstood the siege of four Limit Lords and two Beast Kings who surpassed the God of War level."
He sacrificed his life to create the final window of opportunity for Speaker Li Hengkong to make a breakthrough, saving human civilization... This was the final battle of the Heavenly Pit War.
"Clap clap clap clap!"
Xu Feng was the first to applaud.
The other war gods also generously applauded.
A burst of enthusiastic and sustained applause rang out throughout the entire corridor!
As the guide observed the changes in the audience, especially when his gaze fell upon Xu Feng, who remained focused and genuinely emotional, a barely perceptible smile of satisfaction appeared on his otherwise ordinary face.
The course has ended.
He coughed softly, rousing everyone from their reverie of history.
"History is the best textbook and the best sobering agent."
He spoke slowly, his voice still calm.
But to everyone's ears at this moment, it seemed to carry an immense weight.
Just then.
What happened next shocked everyone.
The "guide's" face and figure appeared blurred and rippled like water.
next moment.
The person who appeared on the spot was a middle-aged man with a clear face, eyes as deep as the starry sky, and dressed in simple clothes!
His aura remained restrained.
But that aura of profound stillness and towering height, seemingly integrated with the surrounding heaven and earth, made all the war gods present feel a chill in their hearts!
"Huang... Huang Zhong, the councilor?!"
Someone exclaimed in surprise, recognizing the old man!
Huang Zhong, a powerful human councilor known as "Thousand Faces," is a warrior surpassing even the God of War level, renowned for his unpredictable and ever-changing abilities!
No one thought of it.
This esteemed member of parliament actually disguised himself as an ordinary tour guide to give them their first history lesson!
Huang Zhong's gaze swept across the entire room.
His gaze lingered briefly on the faces of those war gods who had previously shown impatience.
Those war gods broke out in a cold sweat almost instantly and lowered their heads in shame.
Finally, his gaze fell on Xu Feng, and his face revealed undisguised approval and a gentle smile.
"Young friend Xu Feng," Huang Zhong addressed him directly, his voice carrying a hint of approval, "only by remembering where you came from can you know where you are headed. You are very good."
"History is not a dusty pile of old papers; it is the root of us martial artists, the source of our blood and courage."
Huang Zhong spoke slowly.
"I hope you will all gain something in the next two weeks."
"Come with me, today's training will start with the most basic body movements."
Everyone became excited upon hearing Councilor Huang's words.
A powerful congressman personally giving a lecture?!
This one lesson alone makes the whole trip worthwhile!
The group followed Councilor Huang Zhong into an extremely spacious training hall within the Martial Soul Hall, filled with various advanced sensors and energy fields—
This place is specifically used for training and testing movement techniques.
Today, the first lesson that will truly interest everyone is finally about to begin.
"The foundation of martial arts lies in qi and blood, in spirit, and also in body techniques."
Councilor Huang Zhong stood at the front of the hall, his voice calm yet clear, reaching everyone's ears.
"Please find a place to sit. There aren't many rules here. If you have any questions, just raise your hand."
After saying that, he sat down on a small dumbbell about the size of a human head and weighing about 10 tons.
These dumbbells, made of a special material, are small in size but weigh far more than those made of ordinary materials. There are even rumors that they contain fragments of white dwarfs.
Of course, this is just a rumor.
"In the way of martial arts, movement techniques come first; I'm sure you've all heard this saying."
Movement techniques are not only about dodging and weaving, but also about the ultimate control over one's own strength and the absolute grasp of the rhythm of battle.
Even the insight and utilization of the surrounding environment.
Today, we'll start with the very basics.
To the slight surprise of some impatient warriors, Councilor Huang Zhong did not immediately impart any profound SS-level or even SSS-level movement techniques.
Instead, the explanation starts with the most basic C-level movement techniques.
However, no one dared to show the slightest impatience.
The lecture was given by a powerful figure who surpassed even the God of War level, whose perspective and understanding had long since returned to simplicity.
Huang Zhong began by explaining the creative concept, power generation techniques, and key principles of footwork combinations for C-level body techniques.
For example, how to use basic muscle bursts and weight shifts to achieve efficient movement and evade conventional attacks.
Next comes B-level movement techniques, which involve more complex blood and qi circulation routes and deceptive feints, emphasizing "anticipation" and "rhythm".
For example, how to initially stimulate the flow of qi and blood to enhance the ability to generate bursts of energy and change direction.
By the time one progresses to A-level movement techniques, they have already begun to incorporate the perception of airflow and the prediction of enemy attacks.
This includes the application of the surrounding environment and how to coordinate attacks to give oneself more room for maneuver.
It also includes how to burst and stop abruptly within a short distance, seeking to find room to dodge within a small space.
He explained it in great detail, breaking down the core "Tao" and "principle" of each level of movement, and personally demonstrated it.
Even the simplest C-level footwork seemed to contain some profound truth of the universe.
Perfectly harmonious and flawless, with astonishing efficiency.
Many war gods initially felt that listening to these "basics" was a complete waste of time.
But as he listened, his expression gradually became serious, and he even showed a look of sudden realization.
They discovered that many of the bottlenecks and obstacles they encountered in their body technique training stemmed from an insufficient understanding of these fundamental principles!
The morning was spent on this seemingly "basic" theoretical explanation.
But all the war gods, including Xu Feng, Li Wen, and Yue Changkong, listened with rapt attention.
I suddenly understood many of the previously vague points about movement techniques.
Many habitual errors were pointed out, which was very helpful.
This is the true meaning of "teaching a man to fish"!
In comparison, even though Xu Feng himself has reached the pinnacle of his movement technique, from C-level to A-level, he still feels he has gained a lot.
He listened intently at times, and at other times seemed lost in thought, constantly deducing and verifying in his mind.
After all, although he had perfected A-level movement techniques, his knowledge was limited to A-level movement techniques.
However, Huang was ultimately a powerhouse who surpassed even the God of War. When he analyzed A-level movement techniques, he was looking down from a higher level.
It's like learning about two linear equations in two variables and then trying to solve elementary school problems; the approach is completely different from the basic addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division algorithms used by elementary school students.
This difference in perspective is what Hsu Feng finds most interesting.
After a simple, highly nutritious, and energy-rich lunch.
In the afternoon, the practical training session began.
Huang Zhong led everyone to the movement technique testing room on one side of the hall.
This is similar to what Xu Feng used at Base Nine, but the level of technology is significantly higher.
According to Huang Zhong's introduction, even a Star God Realm expert who surpasses the God of War can complete any test here.
Before the practical class, Huang Zhong required everyone to do their best in the test.
This is related to the reward after the course ends.
Hearing that there were even rewards for the training session, many warriors who had originally planned to hide their strength let loose.
The test starts at difficulty level B.
The war gods who can come here must have cultivated at least a B-level movement technique to an extremely high level.
Almost everyone passed this round, though their scores varied.
The lowest is not lower than 95.
Next up is the A-level agility test!
In the A-level movement technique test, the speed and frequency of the laser suddenly increased by an order of magnitude, and began to be mixed with energy interference and slight mental disturbances, simulating the complex environment and the effects of various shock waves.
This is also the level of movement technique most commonly practiced by top-tier warriors.
One after another, renowned war gods entered the test area.
This time, however, the scores for the agility test began to differ.
Half of the War Gods scored above 90 in the A-level test.
However, half of them scored below 90, and four of the War Gods even scored only 79 points in the movement test.
The gap widened even further in the subsequent S-level agility test.
"Wang Meng, A-level test score 85, S-level test score... 58, failed."
"Zhao Qing, A-level test score 88, S-level test score... 60, passing."
"Zhou Ting, A-level test score 95, S-level test score... 68."
The results kept being updated on the big screen.
The difficulty of S-level movement techniques far exceeds that of A-level techniques.
The number of players who can achieve the passing score of 60 has drastically decreased!
Most people score between 55 and 65 points, and many even score below 55.
This result caused many proud and arrogant war gods to look solemn.
They then realized that their movement skills were far inferior to those of the experts around them.
"S-rank movement technique, indeed a watershed moment."
Yue Changkong looked at the results on the screen, took a deep breath, and stepped into the testing area.
His figure moved gracefully, like a willow catkin in the wind, effortlessly traversing the dense lasers and turbulent energy currents.
They often skillfully avoided the danger at the last minute, and their final score was 70 points, drawing widespread praise.
This is the highest score to date.
Next up was Li Wen.
His figure was elusive, like a ghost.
Weaving through the dense laser net, their steps carried a unique ancient martial arts rhythm.
Its movements, whether turning or reversing, resemble a swimming dragon, but it offers many different aspects compared to the Bagua Step.
It can often evade attacks with minimal effort at the last possible moment.
Finally, his score was displayed on the screen: S-level test, 72 points!
"72 points! Impressive!"
"As expected of a descendant of the ancient martial arts Li family, his movement techniques are indeed unique!"
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd; this was the first score to exceed 70 points.
Following closely behind Li Wen was a high-ranking war god who had long been famous from the third dimension. This person was nicknamed "Wild Current" and his real name was Zhang Ruoyu.
He looks like a fit and muscular man.
His movements were known for their speed and swiftness, like a raging torrent.
His figure transformed into a blur, rapidly weaving through the laser beams, eliciting gasps of surprise.
Final score: S-level test, 74 points!
Currently ranked first!
"74 points! The Raging Torrent Warrior truly lives up to his name!"
"As expected of a veteran high-level war god, his foundation is truly profound!"
"Zhang Ruoyu has been famous for a long time, so it's only natural that he has achieved this."
As everyone was discussing, Xu Feng calmly stepped into the testing area.
"It's Hsu Feng!"
"That guy who was just making a scene in history class?"
"Watch his movements, don't just talk the talk."
Just when everyone thought Zhang Ruoyu would secure first place, Xu Feng calmly stepped into the testing area.
Some war gods who had previously dismissed Xu Feng's actions now looked at him with scrutinizing eyes.
Meanwhile, Yue Changkong and other familiar war gods of Xu Feng all had their eyes burning with anticipation.
How many points would Xu Feng's agility score?
"Beep! Test begins!"
The moment the laser shot out, Xu Feng moved!
His figure instantly became blurry.
It's no longer just about speed, but is filled with an indescribable "spirituality".
His footsteps seemed to resonate with some kind of rhythm of heaven and earth, his figure shifting and flashing within a small space.
Like mercury spilled onto the ground, it seeps into every nook and cranny.
Those dense laser beams were often narrowly avoided by him just as they were about to touch the hem of his clothes.
The movements were fluid and effortless, without the slightest strain.
What's even more astonishing is his utilization of those energy turbulences and gravitational shifts, as if he himself were part of the environment.
Turbulence became his leverage point, and changes in gravity became his fulcrum for changing direction.
He seemed to be able to predict the trajectory of most lasers.
Taking a step often leads to the laser whizzing past, rather than being passively dodged.
His entire body seemed to be dancing on the edge of a knife, yet he appeared to be doing it with ease.
That kind of smooth, efficient, and calculated movement.
This style is completely different from everyone else's!
"78 points!"
When the number finally settled on the big screen, the entire testing room fell silent for a moment.
78 points!
It surpassed Zhang Ruoyu's 74 points and Li Wen's 72 points, ranking first at present!
Moreover, he is also a mid-level War God!
"Wasn't he a relatively new figure? How come his movement techniques are so advanced..."
"Li Wen comes from an ancient martial arts family, so his excellent movement skills are understandable. But Xu Feng... could he be a disciple of some hidden lineage?"
"I heard his mental strength is also extremely strong. Does that mean he doesn't need to divide his energy between two cultivation paths?"
Everyone was truly shocked.
Zhang Ruoyu is a renowned high-level war god, while Li Wen is a prodigy from an ancient martial arts family.
Their high scores were surprising, but still within reason.
Xu Feng, however, has only risen to fame in the last year or two, and his cultivation level is only that of a mid-level War God.
It's simply unbelievable that he could outmaneuver both of them in terms of movement skills!
Shi Long, his face flushed with excitement, exclaimed, "Haha, amazing! Amazing!"
It was as if he himself had scored 78 points.
Looking at Xu Feng's score, Li Wen tightened his arms slightly, his eyes burning with even more fighting spirit.
Yue Changkong stroked his chin, revealing a meaningful smile.
Zhang Ruoyu gave Xu Feng a deep look and memorized the name.
After that, almost no one paid much attention to the tests.
As expected, no one scored 70 points until the end of the test.
Wang Zheng, 68.
Zhang Changgong, 69
Final statistics.
Among nearly a hundred War Gods, only 18 can achieve a score of 60 or above in the S-level movement technique test.
Only four people scored over 70 points.
Wang Zheng, who was familiar with the situation at Base Nine, and some other war gods from the Wumeng Mountains were somewhat taken aback.
Three of them came from Base Nine alone!
Through this movement technique test, Xu Feng's name truly entered the vision of the world's top war gods.
No longer solely relying on the identity of a "spirit medium" or certain battle achievements.
Rather, it is its own solid and astonishing hard power!
Huang Zhong looked at the final result, especially lingering on Xu Feng's name for a moment, a barely perceptible hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
This level of skill is not a fluke, but a result of hard work and exceptional talent.
Li Yuanying has taken on a good disciple.
No one dared to look down on him because of his age and cultivation.
Strength is the only true measure of success.