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"That damn kid!" Upon seeing Ren Pingsheng stepping onto the stairs, the Heavenly Evil Sect Young Master's expression immediately darkened. He still clearly remembered that he had nearly died at Ren Pingsheng's hands back in the Nanyun Forest. Now, seeing him again, it was definitely a case of enemies meeting with extra hostility.
Li Kun also spotted Ren Pingsheng, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face. He had let Ren Pingsheng escape back then, not expecting to encounter him again now. To his shock, Ren Pingsheng had actually reached the mid-level Martial Master realm, which sent a chill down his spine and an uncontrollable killing intent surged forth. Offending such a genius meant he had to be eliminated before he could grow stronger.
Ren Pingsheng had no time to concern himself with the two of them. As soon as he stepped onto the stairs, he felt an overwhelming pressure. This made him relax slightly. He had suspected this would happen because he had experienced something similar in the ancient Lan Divine Art inheritance space.
"If I’m not mistaken, this trial is testing one’s understanding of 'Momentum'," he gradually deduced in his mind. Just like in the first trial, if one did not comprehend the Artistic Conception, it would be very difficult to pass. Unless one had help from a freak like Ren Pingsheng. It seemed that without understanding 'Momentum' in this second trial, passing would also be quite challenging. The fate of that martial artist who was crushed into a pulp not long ago illustrated everything.
"If that's the case, I should have no problem with this trial." He believed that his understanding of 'Momentum' was definitely among the best among this group of disciples. With a four-tenths mastery of Sword Momentum, if there were still issues, then it would be hard for anyone to pass.
Ren Pingsheng strode up the steps confidently, relying solely on his robust physique to withstand the endless pressure. Soon he surpassed the last martial artist. Now there were five martial artists on the stairs: the Heavenly Evil Sect Young Master and Li Kun at the front, with two unfamiliar martial artists at the back. Ren Pingsheng had already overtaken them.
As for the martial artist from the Evil Sect who had come with Ren Pingsheng, he was still resting there, contemplating whether to continue taking on the trial.
"You've got quite a life, kid; I hope you can make it out alive this time," Li Kun said with a sinister smile upon seeing Ren Pingsheng catch up.
"Heh heh, likewise. I hope you can make it out too," Ren Pingsheng replied with a fearless smile after just glancing at him. Once one stepped onto these stairs, they could only move forward and not backward, let alone fight. If one were injured under this endless pressure, they would only be waiting for death.
The Evil Sect Young Master merely glared at Ren Pingsheng in frustration without making any move. In an instant, among the five people, Ren Pingsheng was now at the forefront. As he approached where the previous martial artist had died, he could clearly see shattered bones and flesh that resembled mush.
He took a deep breath and stepped lightly forward. The pressure seemed to increase tenfold all at once, causing his legs to tremble and his vision to darken; he felt a heaviness in his chest as if he might spew blood at any moment. His body shook slightly, and he could even hear his bones creaking as if they would crumble into a pile of mush if he couldn't hold on.
"No wonder... no wonder that person couldn't withstand it," Ren Pingsheng thought for quite some time before recovering; his body bent forward so much that he could hardly straighten up again. Continuing further became exceedingly difficult; even moving slightly felt like an extravagant wish.
The Sword Momentum within him flickered and then was released without reservation; the surrounding pressure was gradually pushed away. At this moment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt relaxed without the constraints of pressure.
"He managed to hold on? Could it be that guy was just too weak?" The four behind him who had been stagnant immediately perked up again. Ren Pingsheng gave them hope; perhaps it wasn't as terrifying as they thought.
Ren Pingsheng paid no mind to their thoughts; the exit ahead was already within reach. However, as he ascended further, the pressure grew increasingly intense, continuously compressing his released Sword Momentum. What once could extend a yard away from his body was now being squeezed down to only two feet.
"Ah... help... save me..." The Evil Sect Young Master and Li Kun remained unmoved while the other two martial artists caught up; one of them bravely stepped onto the second segment of stairs. The result was tragic; just like the previous martial artist, he was crushed into a pile of mush bit by bit. His screams were piercingly tragic.
Ren Pingsheng shook his head, saying nothing as he continued forward. Once this path was taken, life and death hung in the balance. No one needed to pity anyone else, for no one knew who would be the next to die.
"Young Master, let's go. I already know. Release your understanding of 'Momentum.' Although our comprehension is not deep, with two of us, we should be able to pass," Li Kun said softly, narrowing his eyes.
"Is the test for this stage about understanding 'Momentum'?" The Heavenly Evil Sect Young Master was not foolish.
"Yes, just now I sensed the fluctuations of 'Momentum' from that damned kid. That's why he went from being awkward at the start to becoming composed. He's a genius; we must eliminate him later."
"Hehe, don't worry. Our plan has already begun; this time he won't escape. I'll take care of him myself." He smiled sinisterly. He and Li Kun stood close together and released their understanding of 'Momentum,' which surprisingly held up.
When Ren Pingsheng reached the exit, he turned back and was surprised by the methods of the Heavenly Evil Sect Young Master and Li Kun. However, he didn't dwell on it; once he obtained the Heritage, he would deal with these people. He then turned and ascended to the Fourth Layer. What kind of test awaited him there?
The other martial artists entering the Inheritance Tower faced similar but different challenges. In just two rounds of tests, over a hundred martial artists had perished. At that time, fifteen martial artists had entered this Inheritance Tower, and now only five remained, including Ren Pingsheng. Of course, it was also possible that some martial artists from the first round had not yet emerged.
What would this layer's test be? After entering the Fourth Layer of the Inheritance Tower, Ren Pingsheng stayed in the Hall, gazing down the corridor while contemplating the possible scenarios.
"Whether it's a test of Artistic Conception or 'Momentum,' it ultimately tests talent and comprehension. Without exceptional talent and insight, it's difficult to grasp both concepts simultaneously. Perhaps only by mastering these two can one have the most basic qualifications. If I'm not mistaken, the next test might be about strength."
Ren Pingsheng analyzed in his heart that having talent and insight without strength or the ability to exert that strength would not make one a good Heritage bearer.
"Then let me see if that's true." He gripped the handle of his sword tightly and slowly walked into the corridor. Upon entering, like in the first round, he found himself in a different world filled with various monsters roaring and attacking him. They were all Second-Level Monsters, equivalent to Martial Mastery cultivation.
"Wow, so many," Ren Pingsheng's expression changed as he drew his Azure Wind Sword. With a gentle sweep, dozens of Sword Qi poured out like rain, striking down the fastest monster into a sieve with blood splattering everywhere. Unfortunately, this only excited them further; they went madly after Ren Pingsheng as prey.
"I wonder how many such monsters there are; if they are endless like in the first round, it will be dangerous. I need to conserve True Qi." He kept moving around, abandoning flashy and energy-consuming sword techniques; each strike was ordinary—either thrusting or slicing—but executed at incredible speed, bringing down a monster with every swing.
"That kid has already gone in; I wonder what kind of test he'll face." About a quarter of an hour later, the Heavenly Evil Sect Young Master and Li Kun unexpectedly walked in. However, they looked extremely awkward at that moment, their faces pale and appearing weak; it seemed they had suffered significant injuries even while breaking through.
"We need to recover quickly; we can't let that kid take the Heritage first." The Heavenly Evil Sect Young Master immediately found a place to sit down and took out healing medicine to begin recovering from his injuries.
Time passed slowly as Ren Pingsheng's battle continued without pause. Yet he appeared energetic without a hint of fatigue; each strike remained fast, precise, and fierce—wasting not an ounce of energy.
"So that's how it is; these basic sword techniques have such power. Although I've practiced them continuously before, I never fully unleashed them." He felt a surge of excitement as his hand trembled slightly; the Azure Wind Sword transformed into countless sword shadows, piercing through the hearts of five monsters surrounding him simultaneously.
With another swift stroke, several monsters fell to the ground. There were no elaborate sword techniques; he simply struck at the most opportune moment with the fastest speed.
Every monster that approached, regardless of the direction of their attack, he could accurately assess. No, it should be said that his body could instinctively sense it and react accordingly.
Under the relentless pressure of these monsters, his body was gradually developing a kind of inertia, increasing his sensitivity to everything in his surroundings by dozens of times. Even in extremely dangerous situations, he could occasionally react before his consciousness caught up, allowing him to respond correctly.
This was something Ren Pingsheng discovered during continuous battles. Once again, he found himself surrounded by dozens of monsters attacking from all sides. At that moment, he was completely overwhelmed, unable to keep up with the incoming attacks. Blocking one strike would only lead to more attacks raining down on him. However, to his astonishment, his body automatically reacted in such a situation, evading the most concentrated areas of attack and only sustaining a few not-so-severe injuries.
During these moments, he felt like an observer watching his own body execute a series of high-intensity reactions that he could never have achieved himself unless his soul were several times stronger.
In that instant, he almost thought he had been possessed by the Demon Emperor. But soon after, he felt his body regain control, though it was somewhat drained of energy; it seemed that the rapid changes had taken a significant toll on him.
"Why is this happening? Is it possible that I haven't fully mastered my body and haven't unlocked all its potential?" Ren Pingsheng pondered deeply while also becoming more adept at battle. It seemed that after experiencing those automatic reactions from his body, he had become even more sensitive to everything around him.
This surprised him and made him even more curious about that previous state. After battling for so long, he still felt no fatigue because he had yet to find the answers he sought.
"Well, isn't this our Evil Sect's Young Master? Have you been injured?" Suddenly, three people walked in from the entrance of the Fourth Layer. One of them, a man with a folding fan, said with a wicked grin.
"Madelong, what are you doing here?" The Heavenly Evil Sect Young Master’s injuries had mostly healed, but upon seeing the newcomers, his expression changed dramatically.
"I couldn't help it; I'm quite interested in this Inheritance Tower's Heritage as well, so I came in. But I'm afraid you'll have to make do; this Heritage isn't for you," Madelong said nonchalantly. It was clear that there was animosity between him and the Evil Sect's Young Master.
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