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The understanding of Artistic Conception and the enhancement of strength did not cause much harm to Ren Pingsheng in the following layers. He passed through each layer quickly, surprising the martial artists outside who were watching.
"Layer twenty, here I come!" Ren Pingsheng wiped the blood from his face and said excitedly. He had passed the nineteenth layer, but he had sustained some injuries. Although they were not serious, they indicated that his opponents had become quite powerful; a slight oversight could lead to failure.
"Twenty opponents? I will not lose!" He saw twenty opponents with deep auras appearing in the void, and there was no trace of fear on his face; instead, he was filled with fighting spirit. As long as he passed this layer, he could once again enter the state of unity between heaven and man. His strength would increase again, bringing him one step closer to the sect-level realm.
"Kill!" He drew his sword, his momentum like a dragon, and charged directly at the twenty opponents. The sword light flickered like cold stars, with hidden killing intent lurking within. A single misstep could lead to death. The coordination of those twenty opponents was powerful enough to suppress Ren Pingsheng's attacks.
They were expressionless, each strike aimed directly at vital points, and every sword was fierce. Even if Ren Pingsheng dodged or blocked their attacks, there was no fluctuation in their emotions. They stubbornly continued to strike, strike again, and keep striking. Unless Ren Pingsheng died, they would not stop.
Amidst their siege, Ren Pingsheng used eight Phantom Bodies that shifted back and forth while continuously utilizing the indestructible nature of Phantom Body to create opportunities and disrupt their coordination.
"Good opportunity!" Finally, one Phantom Body executed a self-destructive move by grabbing hold of an opponent, disrupting their coordination. Just a brief second was enough; Ren Pingsheng's figure flickered as he pierced through the opponent's heart with a sword. That Phantom Body was shattered, but in an instant, a new Phantom Body appeared.
This was also the power of Ninefold Phantom Body. As long as the demonic energy within him was not exhausted, it could continue to exist. More importantly, it had a bit more strength than one of his main body’s parts, making it terrifying since it could act without fear of death and play a crucial role in turning the tide of battle.
Taking advantage of the death of one opponent and the slight chaos in their coordination, another flash of sword light split one opponent in two. Then he flickered again, narrowly dodging their attacks while extinguishing another Phantom Body. Fortunately, he had an abundance of demonic energy within him and did not need to worry about running out of Phantom Bodies.
"Boom..." The entire space was filled with countless sword energies as the battle intensified. The remaining eighteen opponents wielded their long swords in intricate patterns that formed webs targeting Ren Pingsheng. A single oversight would leave him completely surrounded with no chance of survival.
"Slash!" Suddenly, Ren Pingsheng shifted into one Phantom Body, slashing at an opponent nearby. That opponent turned his long sword to block the attack but then retreated as two others closed in on him. One aimed to stab while another swung down; if Ren Pingsheng were hit now, he would definitely be severely injured.
However, Ren Pingsheng seemed oblivious to this danger as he continued attacking the retreating figure. With a tremor of his long sword, he forced that opponent back several steps. At this moment, no one noticed that a Phantom Body had appeared behind that opponent.
"Boom..." Two long swords pierced through Ren Pingsheng, but unfortunately only one Phantom Body shattered. At this moment, Ren Pingsheng had already moved into the position behind the opponent he had been targeting with another Phantom Body. A swift thrust like lightning illuminated the entire space before directly shattering that opponent.
Although the opponents created by this trial tower were strong and exceptionally calm, they ultimately lacked human wisdom and emotion. Under the coordination between Ren Pingsheng and his Phantom Bodies, they fell one after another. As time passed in this twentieth layer for just over half an hour, Ren Pingsheng finally defeated the last opponent; the entire twentieth layer became empty and silent.
"Is it over? Next is to elevate my sword intent and strive for greater mastery." For some reason, after finishing the battle, Ren Pingsheng appeared calm instead of being filled with excitement like at first. Perhaps with everything settled, his mood had also calmed down.
He entered into comprehension once again; this time he focused on sword intent. The entire space was filled with terrifying pressure that transformed between being heavy as a mountain or sharp as a sword.
"Look, someone has reached the twentieth level." A martial artist who had been watching suddenly exclaimed when Ren Pingsheng entered the twentieth level.
"What? The twentieth level! Another extraordinary genius has emerged. Anyone who can reach the twentieth level is guaranteed to be among the Top One Hundred; we just don't know who this lucky person is."
"Yes, the geniuses on the Top One Hundred list are all targets of interest and recruitment by major factions. Once they have the support of a faction and resources, their future will be limitless!" Some martial artists said, either out of jealousy or envy.
They were also considered geniuses, but there was a gap even among geniuses. Perhaps within a sect or school, they were rare talents, but in the entire Southern Region, they were merely at the bottom.
Most of them hovered around the tenth level of the Sword Testing Tower, with a few able to reach the seventeenth or eighteenth levels. However, reaching the twentieth level was something they couldn't even dream of, as if a chasm blocked their path forward. Those who could reach the twentieth level of the Sword Testing Tower and enter the Top One Hundred list to earn a title were truly the geniuses worthy of attention and recruitment by major factions in the Southern Region.
"I didn't expect that today we would witness the birth of a new title; I just wonder which faction this martial artist belongs to," one martial artist said with interest.
"Let's wait and see. I just don't know how far he can go. If he breaks into the top ten, it might cause quite a stir; there could be fierce competition then."
Unbeknownst to Ren Pingsheng, who was completely focused on his own understanding of sword intent in this special state, outside discussions were fervent. His comprehension of sword intent was increasing more and more. Originally at sixty percent mastery, he gradually approached perfection as his understanding deepened.
"Just a little more and I'll achieve perfection; it's a pity that my insights are slowing down. I hope there's still enough time." Feeling that he was just one step away from achieving mastery, Ren Pingsheng felt joy but also some concern. He then focused his mind and continued his comprehension.
The entire space trembled continuously, with more and more sword lights swirling around densely. The sharpness became increasingly intense, as if undergoing a transformation.
It was unclear how much time passed when suddenly the sword lights in the entire space began to tremble lightly and grew stronger. The sharpness surrounding Ren Pingsheng also intensified.
"Boom..." It seemed that the sword intent had reached its limit before suddenly bursting apart; all traces of sword energy in the space vanished. He sat there like an ordinary person, devoid of any powerful aura.
Not long after, a beam of sword light suddenly appeared in the space, followed by two beams, then ten, then hundreds. The color of the sword light was deeper than before, sharper and more oppressive than ever. It seemed to have undergone a complete transformation, with its power increased several times compared to before—sword intent perfected.
However, Ren Pingsheng still did not awaken; after shaking for a while longer, all traces of sword intent disappeared. In its place was a thick mist that enveloped the entire space, rendering it completely indistinguishable.
"Look! He has passed through the twentieth level and has entered the twenty-first level!" The martial artists outside who had been watching closely immediately shouted. At this moment, each advancement represented a higher ranking, greater strength, and more astonishing talent potential.
"Oh my god! He has entered the twenty-second level." They felt as if they had just caught their breath; in the blink of an eye, the light from the twenty-first level extinguished. Then the twenty-second level lit up. At this point, everyone held their breath, fearing that something unexpected might happen if they weren't careful.
As events unfolded next, their eyes widened in disbelief; their faces flushed red yet no one spoke. They watched as lights from the twenty-third level, twenty-fourth level, and twenty-fifth level lit up in succession before extinguishing one after another.
"Twenty-sixth level! This is going to cause chaos; two martial artists have reached the twenty-sixth level in a single day. The entire Southern Region might be thrown into turmoil," a martial artist muttered in shock. Six hours ago, Canglang Wuzun from the Northern Region had reached the twenty-sixth level, and now another person had done the same. Those talented individuals who were suppressed below might not be able to sit still any longer.
"Storm Rising!" Ren Pingsheng shouted softly, as clouds of mist swirled around him, and wind blades wreaked havoc. Several opponents, caught off guard, were torn to shreds. Although this surprise attack was successful, it was like poking a hornet's nest; the remaining five opponents also drew their longswords and executed the same sword technique.
"Cough cough... thankfully I'm not dead!" The space was filled with cloud mist and wind blades, leaving no safe place. However, Ren Pingsheng flipped his hand again to unleash Storm Rising, its power increased by a third, forcefully breaking through their killing moves. The cloud mist enveloped them all, and after a few breaths, there was no sound left.
"Indeed impressive; even now, it's difficult to gain the upper hand even when cooperating with Phantom Body. I didn't expect their sword technique to be as powerful as mine; thankfully I wasn't mistaken." Despite being heavily injured, he felt no discouragement and even had a hint of joy.
He had deliberately used the sword technique earlier to test them and hadn't used his full strength. To his surprise, these created opponents had indeed used it as well, and their power was the same. After adding a bit more force, he managed to eliminate them all. However, he too had sustained serious injuries during the clash.
"Demon Emperor, do you think their sword technique and artistic conception fusion just now is the same as mine?"
"Although the power of Cloud Realm is similar, their fusion is smoother; it's just that the power has been suppressed. You could take some inspiration from it," the Demon Emperor replied softly.
"Alright then, I'll try this sword technique on the next level; I hope to gain some insights from it," Ren Pingsheng said after a moment of thought. What he wanted most now was to increase the power of Storm Rising. He had already obtained all the rewards he could get and didn't care about his final ranking.
Just as he thought of this, his vision blurred, and when it cleared again, he found himself at the twenty-seventh level of the Trial Sword Tower.
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