forging. He does not know much about many earthly treasures in this world. For example, he doesn't recognize this spirit grass.But since he was born in this second-tier secret realm, his level must b...Uncle Hang

Su Xin arrived at the center of the martial arts field and bowed slightly to a gray-clothed middle-aged man standing there.

This middle-aged man in gray clothes is named Su Bohang. He has cultivated to the peak of Hai Yuan and is responsible for presiding over the assessment of this Sword Order Competition. In terms of seniority, he is also Su Xin's uncle.

"Su Xin, are you here to take the assessment" Su Bohang looked at Su Xin's expression, but his face was quite complex.

"Su Xin nodded."

"You should all know the rules. The minimum standard for taking the assessment is to have achieved the cultivation of the Eighth Stage of Zhenwu Realm, Subo Hangdao."

"At the eighth level of Zhenwu, I possess," Su Xin spoke softly, his voice barely a whisper. Following his words, his figure trembled violently, and an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy swept outward.

This spiritual energy, it's clearly already at the level of a True Martial Eighth Realm expert.

"He, he actually really achieved it How is that possible"

Zhao Qing, who had been watching intently all this time, now had her eyes wide with disbelief. "Impossible, three days ago when he sparred with me, he was only just at the threshold of the True Martial Seventh Realm. How could he have entered the Eighth Realm in just three days"

He thought it was incredible.

After all, for an ordinary person to leap from the seventh to the eighth level of Zhenwu realm, it would take at least several months, even half a year of arduous cultivation. But Su Xin managed to do it in just three days

What are you kidding me!

"Zhao Qing, didn't you say three days ago he had just entered the True Martial Seventh Realm" Hong Fang beside him also frowned.

"How do I know" Zhao Qing's face was ashen, but soon he sneered again. "Hmph, even if his cultivation breaks through to the eighth realm, so what It's obvious that he has just broken through. Wanting to pass the assessment is not that easy."

The assessment for the Sword Spirit War, true martial eightfold realm cultivation, is only the minimum requirement.

It is still uncertain whether it will pass the assessment.

For example, Zhao Qing, he is also a martial artist at the Eighth Layer of Zhenwu Realm, but he just couldn't pass.

If he couldn't pass, then how could Su Xin, who had just broken through, pass

In the center of the martial arts arena, Su Xin stood alone with a sword in hand, facing his opponent for this assessment. It was a humanoid war puppet, over two meters tall and wielding a long staff. Although it was just a puppet, its strength was undeniable. Just moments ago, Zhao Qing had been sent flying by a single blow from this very war puppet.

"Su Xin, all you have to do is use all your might and hold on as long as possible under this war puppet's attacks. As long as you last for twenty-five breaths, you will pass the test," Su Bohang said.

"Su Xin nodded."

Let's begin.

With a wave of Su Bohang's hand, the humanoid war puppet immediately raised its hand and swung the nearly two-meter-long black staff directly at Su Xin.

Simple and to the point!

Su Xin's sword strike was quite casual, colliding head-on with the long staff. They were evenly matched, and Su Xin even had a slight advantage.

Su Xin was not surprised. This battle puppet was like that from the beginning. It was very weak at first, much weaker than those who had just entered the True Martial Eighth Realm. However, the strength of the battle puppet was constantly increasing and becoming stronger.

Although this puppet doesn't know how to wield any fancy stick techniques or martial arts, it just simply swings its staff. But the power of that long staff becomes increasingly astonishing, and its speed also accelerates with each swing.

Faced with this war puppet that only relied on its speed and strength, employing clumsy attacks, Su Xin couldn't muster any interest. After a brief clash, he directly evaded the attacks using his agility.

But to those watching from the sidelines, Su Xin... was too nimble.

The war puppet's power and speed were constantly increasing, yet it was never able to even touch Su Xin's clothes.

"This kid…" Zhao Qing's face was extremely ugly.

He originally thought Su Xin, like him, wouldn't be able to hold on for long against the War Puppet, but now, Su Xin had already withstood the War Puppet for over twenty breaths and still gave off an effortless appearance.

"It's body skills"

Hong Fang's eyes narrowed slightly at this moment. "This Su Xin is probably using the Chiba Phantom Body, one of the six first-rate body techniques of the Su family. Judging from his appearance, he should have already mastered it to a great extent. With such a body technique, he can at least last over thirty breaths in the hands of that war puppet. This assessment poses no difficulty for him.

The rules of the assessment only stated that one must be able to withstand twenty-five breaths without being defeated in the hands of the war puppet. It didn't specify any particular method. Although Su Xin had been relying on his agility to dodge attacks, as long as he didn't lose and lasted for twenty-five breaths, it would naturally count as passing the assessment.

"Hong Fang, do me a favor," Zhao Qing lowered her voice. "After this kid finishes his assessment, you go up and give him a good beating."

"Hmm" Hong Fang glanced at Zhao Qing, seeing the latter's face filled with resentment.

Originally, Zhao Qing planned to wait for Su Xin's arrival and personally take him down, thus avenging his past humiliation. However, he didn't expect that in just three days, Su Xin's cultivation had reached the eighth level of Zhenwu realm. Seeing Su Xin's formidable body technique again, he knew that he was still not Su Xin's opponent.

Revenge by myself is impossible, so I can only ask Hong Fang to do it.

Hong Fang, after all, was at the peak of the eighth level of Zhenwu Realm, and he had cultivated several powerful martial arts techniques. His strength was extremely strong. Even if he encountered those relatively weaker ninth-level Zhenwu Realm cultivators, he could fight for a while. In this Sword Order Competition assessment, among all the eighth-level Zhenwu Realm participants from the Su family, Hong Fang persisted for the longest time in the hands of that war puppet, a full forty-one breaths.

He should be able to easily teach that Su Xin a lesson.

"Since it's convenient for both of us, I agreed."

After all, the two of them had a good relationship to begin with, and they both belonged to the same faction. Furthermore, Zhao Qing's father had a relationship with his elder brother, Zhao Ling. Teaching a lesson to someone like Su Xin would be a piece of cake for him, he had no reason to refuse.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you. Don't go too hard on him though. Just knock out one of his teeth and break one of his arms. That's all I ask," Zhao Qing said coldly.

"No problem," Hong Fang smiled.

If it were before, he naturally wouldn't dare to lay a finger on Young Master Su. But now... Young Master Su has the title of young master, but in reality, even his own people from the Su family hate him immensely. He doesn't need to take Su Xin's life; just knocking out a tooth or dislocating an arm wouldn't be a big deal.

And at this time, Su Xin finally ‘lost’ in the battle against the war puppet.

However, his defeat was a result of his own choice to withdraw from the battleground with the war puppets. In the end, he lasted for thirty-eight breaths before falling to them.

Thirty-eight breaths, the distance to my forty-one is quite close. However, he's only able to hold on for so long by relying purely on his agility to avoid combat. If it were a direct confrontation, he probably wouldn't last even thirty breaths. And I'm not just some war puppet who relies on simple brute force attacks. His agility wouldn't be much use against me.

Hong Fang still had absolute confidence. After Su Xin passed the assessment, he stepped forward and said, "Su Xin, your fighting style is not bad. Do you have the guts to spar with me"

"A battle with you" Su Xin frowned.

This person before me, I don't know him.

"Well, Su Xin, are you afraid" Zhao Qing sneered behind him. "If you're afraid, you can just hide somewhere like three years ago, hahaha~~"

Those disciples of the various門客派係 around him also burst into laughter.

Three years ago, Su Xin's "unarmed escape" was indeed regarded as a joke by many.

Su Xin's face was grim.

The moment he saw Zhao Qing, he understood that this Hong Fang was specially invited by Zhao Qing to get back at him from three days ago.

Su Xin, dare you say something to cut to the chase Hong Fang seemed impatient, his words accompanied by a surge of spiritual energy.

"Peak of the Eighth Layer of Zhenwu Realm" Su Xin secretly shook his head.

He didn't think Hong Fangqiang was very strong, rather he thought he was a bit too weak.

All of them are at the eighth level of Zhenwu Realm, and although Hong Fang's cultivation is slightly higher, Su Xin awakened to the Supreme Bloodline. His talent has already been fully unlocked, making him a unique existence. His combat power is simply incomparable to ordinary people

This flood's strength doesn't even qualify to be his opponent.

However, if it's used to test one's current control over their bloodline power, it would be barely enough.

"Great!"

"If you want to fight, then fight!"

Su Xin, go for it!!

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