A figure over three meters tall slowly rose inch by inch amidst the spreading smoke and dust...

Until he was level with the handsome man on the sixth stone pillar, facing him from a distance.

His was a perfect physique, as deep and dark as the night.

A multitude of crimson blood vessels, like the roots of some red plant, crisscrossed its surface, outlining dense, intricate, and bizarre patterns resembling both eyes and flowers against the black.

These patterns extended all the way to the sides of his cheeks.

His eyes were pure, silvery white.

Meters-long black hair floated silently around him, like a decaying cloak or quietly burning black flames.

Lu Yuan hovered in mid-air, the air around him warping and distorting in large swaths.

Unlike the innate nobility exuded by the King of Ancient Brent,

at this moment, he was bewitchingly sinister, radiating an indescribable demonic aura.

It was as if an ancient seal had been broken and a forbidden existence from legend, long slumbering, had quietly descended upon the mortal world...

Lu Yuan silently perceived the changes that had occurred in this Break the Limit perfect form [Demon] state.

On his panel, the four Basic Attributes had vanished.

In their place, after the words [Break the Limit Perfect Form - Demon], an "lv2" had appeared.

A number was soundlessly counting down—[109], [108]...

So, the power level of the [Demon] form is determined by the average of the four Basic Attributes? Or perhaps by the shortest stave of the barrel...

All four of Lu Yuan's Basic Attributes were now above 22 points, so the panel displayed the lv2 [Demon] form.

The duration had correspondingly increased by 20 seconds.

Every cell released pure life energy, a force that roared like a mountain torrent, surging and coursing through his body.

Compared to before... I'm probably more than twice as strong...

Lu Yuan's fingers slowly clenched, his silvery-white eyes calmly watching the handsome man before him.

The next instant, his entire form vanished abruptly.

Then, as if teleporting, he reappeared directly in front of the man.

In the [Demon] form, the [Ultimate Outburst] technique had become instinctive.

There was no need to consciously activate it.

Lu Yuan raised his hand; the crimson veins on his perfect physique grew rapidly, yet his muscles showed no sign of bulging.

The air around the edge of his fist abruptly collapsed.

He threw a punch!

BOOM!

With a muffled boom, a huge ring of white qi waves exploded in mid-air.

It spread downwards to the square where the six stone pillars stood, and vast piles of corpses suddenly collapsed, turning to dust and dissipating with the wind.

Once the shockwave dissipated, Lu Yuan, in his [Demon] form, remained poised with his arm extended in a punch, his body slightly lowered.

However, this punch had been gently blocked by the handsome man with a hand covered in black feathers.

The man was expressionless, his dull gray eyes devoid of any emotional ripples.

He stared indifferently at Lu Yuan, as if looking at an insect that had accidentally crawled onto the armrest of his throne.

Lu Yuan darted back, his expression calm.

The failure of his initial attack seemed to have had no effect on him.

Above Walker Level... SSS? Or even higher.

A few thoughts crossed his mind, but his composure remained as cold as ever.

On the panel, the countdown was ticking down second by second.

Lu Yuan glanced at it, then shouted at the aloof man above him, "Hey."

The man shifted his gaze to him.

"Aren't you going to tell me what the trial is?" Lu Yuan asked bluntly, his face expressionless.

The handsome man replied indifferently, "Survive one blow from me and injure me once, and you pass. You've already achieved the first part..."

"Oh. Injure you once..."

Lu Yuan nodded, murmuring thoughtfully, then raised his head.

His bewitchingly demonic face gradually contorted into a savage grin.

"Well... that's simple!"

The last three words were drawn out.

Before his voice had fully faded, Lu Yuan had already reappeared above the man.

His towering Demon Body stretched out completely.

The air around him twisted inwards, forming an inward-collapsing distortion.

An invisible vortex formed around him,

then rapidly converged on his right fist.

A terrifying pressure arose, and the entire square seemed to darken.

Even Xie Jun and the other two, watching the battle from a distance, felt an indescribable discomfort under this oppressive aura.

It was like the low pressure before a storm, making it hard to breathe.

When this aura had brewed to a certain peak,

Lu Yuan's silvery-white eyes blazed brilliantly. His raised right fist, framed by his wildly dancing black hair, seemed to clutch a collapsing void.

"[Super Kill: Power of A Territory]!"

BOOM!

As he struck, the light within the space seemed to dim.

The handsome man tilted his head up, his indifferent eyes reflecting Lu Yuan's terrifying punch as it rapidly magnified!

Yet, not a single ripple of emotion emanated from him.

RUMBLE!

It sounded like thunder striking the earth.

An unprecedentedly terrifying shockwave spread out.

Across the square, countless corpses were suddenly flung into the air, disintegrating into dust.

The ground cracked, earth and stone churned, and the five surrounding stone pillars collapsed simultaneously.

The air in the entire space vibrated violently, as if the earth itself had been struck in the heart.

Xie Jun and the other two, spectating from afar, felt so unwell they nearly coughed up blood.

Yet...

When all the commotion subsided and the scene at the center of the battlefield was revealed,

Xie Jun and the others, who had just caught their breath, froze. Then, a profound despair flooded their eyes.

There, on the sixth and now only remaining stone pillar, hovered the King of Ancient Brent. The handsome man had raised one hand, gently clasping Lu Yuan's crimson-veined fist in his palm.

His expression was unchanged; his body seemed not to have moved or shifted in the slightest.

He looked calmly at Lu Yuan and uttered a few words in Ancient Lingual, "Weak... and clumsy."

An overwhelming sense of invincibility radiated from him.

However, Lu Yuan appeared not the least bit disappointed.

"Is that so?"

The corners of Lu Yuan's mouth twitched into a smile.

In the next instant, the silvery light in his eyes flared brilliantly.

"[Super Kill: Power of A Territory]!"

"[Super Kill: Power of A Territory]!"

"[Super Kill...]"

He violently landed a second punch, then a third, then a fourth...

Every punch was as fierce as the first.

The phenomenon of collapsing voids bloomed like fireworks and then quickly extinguished, while thunderbolts repeatedly struck the earth...

BOOM!

BOOM! BOOM!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Lu Yuan continued to punch without interruption. On his perfect Demon Body, the blood-red patterns, already rampant, continued to spread, almost covering his entire form.

His meters-long black hair, like a flag rustling in the wind, fluttered wildly behind him.

Terrifying shockwaves spread out in continuous circles, causing the air and ground to ripple like water.

The entire world seemed to be shaking.

Lu Yuan punched relentlessly, each blow embodying the full strength of the [Super Kill: Power of A Territory].

After nine consecutive punches, his Demon Body was densely covered with blood-red patterns, and tiny trickles of fresh blood even began to seep out.

Lu Yuan suddenly stopped his assault.

He spread his arms, and the Death Qi vortex still present in the sky was drawn to him.

Rolling Death Qi converged.

Half of it transformed into a vast, surging, pitch-black river.

The other half merged with an unknown light, forming countless lifelike crows of Death Qi.

The dark river descended from the sky, and tens of thousands of Death Qi crows silently vied to cross it.

In a daze, it seemed as if a pale moon rose behind Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan stretched out his arms, then brought them together.

With a supremely domineering posture, he put the final flourish to it all.

"[Super Kill: Netherworld River Notification of Death]!"

"[Super Kill: Thousand Crows Singing at The Moon]!"

"Super Kill... Combo!"

BOOM!

The majestic Death Qi crashed down, completely engulfing the figure of the man on the sixth stone pillar.

Swarms of Death Qi crows surged in, amplifying the scouring force.

The ground continued to vibrate; viscous, water-like Death Qi submerged everything. Even the aftershocks that spilled onto the ground churned up earth and stone tens of meters thick, pushing it outwards in all directions.

Xie Jun and the others stood dumbfounded in the distance, staring at this scene.

Deep confusion showed in all three of their eyes.

Everything before them, along with that seemingly endless stream of declining data,

made it almost impossible for them, in that instant, to distinguish reality from illusion.

Lu Yuan was quietly suspended in mid-air, looking at the Death Qi waterfall he had punched out.

The blood-red patterns all over his body were gradually fading, and his slightly damaged Demon Body, a result of "power overload," was also rapidly recovering.

On his panel, the ticking countdown had reached [65].

Lu Yuan's expression was calm as he muttered to himself, This time... it should be about right.

He wasn't sure what level his Super Kill Combo had just reached.

But that had been pretty much his true limit break at this stage.

If even that couldn't injure him...

Uh... As thoughts were still swirling in Lu Yuan's mind, his gaze suddenly froze.

He saw it.

From the rapidly receding Death Qi waterfall, a figure gradually emerged.

The elegant and noble King of Ancient Brent.

At this moment, an exquisite, noble, and magnificent suit of black armor now adorned his crow feather-covered body.

There were many marks on the armor, like wear and tear; in some places, there were even signs of damage.

But... these marks were quickly disappearing.

"A force that could pique some interest..."

The man meticulously examined the damaged areas.

Only after the entire suit of armor was fully restored did he raise his head, looking at Lu Yuan with an appreciative gaze, and praised generously, "Very good. Unfortunately, it fell just a bit short."

The man extended his hand, gesturing to the thickness of his armor, a look of regret on his handsome face.

Lu Yuan was stunned.

A few seconds later, he regained his composure.

He didn't say a word, turned, and descended.

By now, the Death Qi waterfall in the sky had completely vanished, along with the sixth stone pillar below and the entire Corpse Square.

An incredibly huge crater remained on the ground.

And the man was suspended above the crater.

Lu Yuan landed on a piece of rubble not far away and sat cross-legged on the ground, his meters-long black hair scattering freely.

"Have you given up?" the man in mid-air asked, looking at him.

Lu Yuan lifted his head, squinted, and slowly shook his head.

"No, I'm just thinking about how to leave my footprints or palm prints on your damn pretentious face. I swear..."

Lu Yuan murmured softly, "Next time I see her... I will definitely tell her about this."

"Uh..."

This time, it was the man who was stunned.

Lu Yuan ignored him, closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, on his panel,

the countdown for his [Demon] form was down to only... [50] seconds.

....

WHOOSH—

The swift figure in mid-air suddenly halted.

As cold as a mountain of permafrost, Han Xun hovered in the air.

He sensed terrifying waves of power, like heavy hammer blows, coming from the direction ahead.

Even on his face, usually as unchanging as eternity, slight fluctuations appeared.

Interesting...

He muttered softly.

Then his right arm started glowing.

A considerable amount of ice-blue fluid flowed from beneath his black battle suit, quickly condensing in his hand into a battle blade several meters long, entirely ice-blue, and radiating an astonishing chill.

His right hand held the hilt, the blade tip pointing downwards.

He continued to fly towards the set direction, his face calm.

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