PFC Chapter 279 Who Else? (Hei Zi's Commentary!)
Chapter 279 Who Else? (Hei Zi's Commentary!)
Inside the tower.
Li Wudao was completely unaware of the events unfolding outside.
He stood in the first layer of the gray space, in front of him was a puppet transformed into a demonic wolf, about ten feet tall, exuding the aura of the Blood-Moving Realm.
"Om-"
The demon wolf's eyes flashed red, and it pounced through the air with a roar.
"I'm too weak for my current level..."
Li Wudao muttered to himself, standing still without moving a step, but casually raised his hand, pointing his fingers like a sword, and pointed in the air.
"laugh--"
The pure Yang finger energy, condensed to the point of being substantial, burst forth from the air, so fast that only a fleeting afterimage remained.
Where the finger strikes, the air distorts, producing a faint burning sound.
While the demon wolf was still in mid-air, maintaining its diving and attack posture, a hole the size of a thumb appeared between its eyebrows.
Froze for a moment, then the demon wolf exploded with a bang, shattering into a pile of green smoke and disappearing without a trace.
First level, pass.
It takes only a breath.
Outside the tower, the patterns on the bottom layer lit up briefly before dimming, and then the second layer lit up.
"So fast!"
"This...this is it already?"
Before anyone could react, the third and fourth floors lit up one after another!
The momentum is overwhelming!
The fifth floor, the sixth floor, the seventh floor...
In no more than two breaths, a layer of light would appear, dim, and then continue!
It's so fast it's dazzling!
"Eighth floor! And it's only been a short while! Less than half a cup of tea's time!"
"My God... how come he clears the levels like it's nothing?"
"Back then, it took Senior Sister Jiang almost an incense stick's time to clear the first eight levels..."
A wave of astonishment surged forth.
"Did you see that! Did you see that!"
Wang Zhao's face flushed with excitement as he waved his fist, shouting, "I told you my godfather is awesome! Who dares to question that now?!"
Qiu Zishi let out a long sigh, his tense shoulders relaxed, and his eyes were full of smiles. "Brother Li is as amazing as ever, always able to surprise people."
Li Nanzhi covered her mouth, her eyes wide open.
Jiang Churan watched quietly, her cold face expressionless, but a ripple passed through the depths of her eyes.
She knew that Li Wudao was no longer an ordinary person.
Unexpectedly, he passed through these lower levels with such ease, as if the guarding puppets were made of paper.
In fact, she had to admit that the other person's speed in clearing the levels was faster than hers!
This left her feeling somewhat uncertain and apprehensive.
With her combat experience and mastery of martial arts techniques, she had long since reached a state of complete mastery.
But Li Wudao didn't have her background, so how did he manage to be even more perfect than her?
Not far away, Wu Shaotian stood in the crowd, his face gradually turning grim.
His fist was already clenched tightly in his sleeve, his nails digging deep into his palm. The pain was intense, but it couldn't suppress the rage in his heart.
"We've reached the tenth floor!"
Another gasp arose.
It took less than twenty breaths to go from the first floor to the tenth floor!
The moment the tenth layer of patterns on the tower lit up, the eleventh layer immediately followed suit.
This means that Li Wudao didn't even stop at the tenth level, breaking through in one strike!
"The Martial Grandmaster realm challenge has begun..."
"Let's see if he can still be that fast!"
Everyone held their breath, and the huge square fell silent at that moment, with only the mournful sound of the mountain wind blowing through the eaves of the tower.
The eleventh level is guarded by a metal puppet in the early stages of the Martial Grandmaster realm.
He wielded a heavy sword as wide as a door panel, its entire body gleaming with a dark luster, its power far surpassing that of the previous ten levels.
Li Wudao still did not draw his sword.
With a single step, his figure moved forward like a ghost, and just as the heavy sword, accompanied by a gust of wind, slashed down, a light punch landed on the core of his chest.
The moment the fist touched the puppet's chest, intense pure Yang energy erupted.
"Chichi!"
In an instant, a hole the size of a bowl appeared in the puppet's chest, and crimson molten liquid dripped from the edge, causing the ground to sizzle and emit white smoke.
The puppet froze, the greatsword hovered in mid-air, and the red light in its eyes flickered a few times before going out completely.
The twelfth floor, the thirteenth floor, the fourteenth floor...
It was still just one punch.
Whether the puppets are knives or swords, offensive or defensive, single or in groups.
Before him, everything seemed like clay or wooden sculptures, crumbling at the slightest blow, clean and swift.
"Fifteenth floor! That's his previous record!"
The entire room fell silent.
Li Wudao stopped here last time, setting an amazing record of breaking through the fifteenth floor at the peak of the Blood Refining Realm.
How far can he go now?
The fifteen layers of patterns lit up.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
By the fourth breath, the patterns had faded.
The sixteenth floor is lit!
"It's over again!"
"My goodness... He cleared the fifteenth floor faster than I cleared the fifth floor, that's outrageous!"
"Who says otherwise? This guy is too freakish!"
"Something's wrong! This level of strength is definitely beyond what a Martial Grandmaster could achieve; even an early-stage Martial King would have a hard time reaching this level..."
"Hiss! I remember he and Junior Sister Jiang were disciples in the same year, and he's only been in the sect for a year... Could it be that his talent is comparable to Junior Sister Jiang's?"
"His combat power is terrifying. His talent is probably no less than that of Junior Sister Jiang."
A deafening roar erupted, like thunder rolling across the square.
"Who else?!"
Wang Zhao was so excited he almost jumped up, gesturing wildly: "Who else dares to question my godfather! Step forward! I want to see who has such thick skin!"
As he spoke, he glared at the disciples who had stirred up trouble and said coldly:
"Hey, speak up!"
"Weren't you all pretty arrogant just now? Why are you all mute now?"
The five disciples who made the bet were now deathly pale, their foreheads were covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and some of their legs were trembling slightly.
They hadn't expected Li Wudao to have such terrifying strength, and they were all terrified. How could they dare to speak recklessly?
Wu Shaotian's face twitched, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the tower, his mind screaming:
"Impossible... This is impossible... He must have used some trick..."
However, he knew in his heart that such a possibility simply did not exist.
After all, the Illusionary Demon Tower was left behind by the patriarch and was one of his core weapons; it was a great treasure.
Moreover, this tower is imbued with spirit and can record images, making it virtually impossible to fake.
……
Inside the tower.
Li Wudao was standing on the sixteenth floor.
The three guardians of this level are all late-stage Martial Masters. They form a simple Three Talents Battle Formation, advancing and retreating with measured steps and responding to each other.
"interesting."
He chuckled softly, then formed a sword shape with his fingers and slashed through the air.
"Om-"
The pure Yang sword energy swept out, as blazing as the rising sun, majestic and upright, and incomparably domineering.
Wherever the sword energy passed, the air distorted and emitted a low hum.
The three puppet battle formation had barely begun when the sword energy arrived.
"Hey!"
As if a hot knife were slicing through butter, the three puppets were cut in half at the waist.
The cross-section was charred black, and the internal runes shattered inch by inch under the impact of the pure Yang true essence, not even having time to self-destruct.
Seventeenth floor, eighteenth floor, nineteenth floor...
His sword intent was boundless and invincible.
Li Wudao didn't even pause; he passed through one level and immediately stepped into the next.
Outside the tower, the crowd had gradually gone from initial shock to numbness.
Watching the tower's tiered patterns light up, dim, and light up again at a constant yet terrifying pace...
Many people are left with only one thought in their minds.
This person isn't trying to pass a level at all.
He's crushing them!
A complete and utter crushing defeat!
Those challenges that caused countless disciples headaches, arduous battles, and even setbacks seemed like child's toys to him.
"We've reached the twentieth floor!"
"The Martial King Perfected Battle Formation level... Senior Sister Jiang was injured on this level just now!"
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
By the tenth breath, the twenty layers of patterns had dimmed!
"It's really over?!"
"So fast?! He broke through twenty levels in one go, doesn't he get tired?"
Before the exclamation could even finish, the twenty-one layers of patterns suddenly lit up!
The whole place was dead silent.
Half-step Martial Venerable!
Jiang Churan had just fought on this floor for fifty-seven breaths before exhausting her spiritual energy and suffering a regrettable defeat.
Can Li Wudao pass?
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and they unconsciously slowed their breathing.
Jiang Churan's gaze narrowed slightly, her fair fingers unconsciously tightening, her heart filled with turmoil.
She was utterly defeated in this round; the difference in their levels was too great. Despite possessing a wealth of combat experience, she was unable to utilize it and could only put up a pathetic fight.
In her opinion, Li Wudao's cultivation level was probably not as high as hers, so this hurdle was probably uncertain.
However, the fact that the other party had come this far exceeded her expectations and made her look at them with new respect.
This version of Li Wudao is truly different from others.
.........
Murong Yan held his breath, his body tensing slightly.
He, who would remain unfazed even if a mountain collapsed, couldn't help but feel nervous at this moment.
The old patriarch, Nangong Cheng, paused in mid-air, stroking his beard, his cloudy old eyes gleaming with a sharp light.
Xia Gucheng stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe fluttering in the wind, his eyes deep and unfathomable like an ancient well.
Wu Shaotian stared intently at the tower, his palms pierced by his fingernails, blood seeping from between his fingers.
He was completely oblivious, his mind filled only with a frantic scream: "Stop! Stop right there! You must stop on this floor!"