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If a single strike in the Qi Condensation Realm could possess such might, then a strike from a Golden Core or Nascent Soul expert would surely be enough to rend the heavens asunder.

The crowd could not help but break into a cold sweat for Shen Yi.

Shen Yi bore the brunt of the assault, holding his long halberd before him. Under Wang Teng's violent onslaught, the weapon finally reached its limit; the cracks it had sustained during his battle with Wu Liujian widened until it snapped in two. Although Shen Yi's clothes were shredded and a bloody gash marred his body, making him look rather wretched, he had managed to barely withstand Wang Teng's strike.

"What a terrifying attack! Even someone as strong as Shen Yi has been wounded!"

"Look at Wang Teng; he still seems to have strength to spare. I fear Shen Yi won't be able to win this fight."

Discarding the broken halberd, Shen Yi let out a long roar, his entire body erupting in a golden glow.

"Surely, using a technique of such power has drained your spiritual energy significantly!"

At that moment, Shen Yi drove his physical body forward, charging straight into the Ink Saber in Wang Teng's hand. Even if his weapon was destroyed, he still had his own flesh and blood!

Wang Teng sneered. Although it was true, as Shen Yi had guessed, that his spiritual energy was running low, he remained confident that he could defeat him. He unleashed his ghostly movement technique once more, the Ink Saber weaving around Shen Yi like a black thread.

To his surprise, Shen Yi did not dodge or parry, instead taking every strike with his bare flesh. Though blood gushed like a fountain one moment, it healed as if nothing had happened the next.

Shen Yi's suicidal fighting style left Wang Teng shaken. Every time he tried to execute a technique, Shen Yi would target his hands and disrupt him, forcing him to rely on basic swordsmanship.

Shen Yi was like an undying god of war, whittling away at his stamina bit by bit. This close-quarters, pure-physical brawl infuriated him. Every time he tried to use his movement technique to create distance, Shen Yi would close the gap at the critical moment.

Wang Teng grew agitated, sweat beading on his forehead. Looking at Shen Yi, who stood before him stained in blood, he actually felt a flicker of fear.

"Are you afraid? Afraid you can't break my Undying Skin? Afraid your chances of defeating me are slipping away?"

Shen Yi keenly caught the change in Wang Teng's expression and seized the opportunity to use his words to disrupt his focus.

"How could I possibly fear you!"

Wang Teng retorted, but his blade work grew chaotic. Shen Yi found an opening and knocked the Ink Saber flying. Seeing he could not retrieve his weapon, Wang Teng turned his hands into blades and clashed with Shen Yi once more.

With this, both sides returned to the same starting line. This match was no longer a contest of techniques and moves, but a battle of spirit and will.

Clearly, Shen Yi's desire for victory surpassed Wang Teng's.

Wang Teng exhausted his final reserves of spiritual energy to unleash his ultimate strike, the Sky-Rending Three Slashes! But Shen Yi used his body as a halberd, executing the Sun Piercer to finally shatter the strike before slamming both hands into Wang Teng's chest.

Shen Yi stood in a wretched state, covered in wounds and gasping for air, watching Wang Teng, who lay on the arena floor with his chest heaving in pain.

"In this battle, Shen Yi is the victor!"

Hearing the final verdict from Dean Fengyang, Shen Yi could no longer hold on. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, and he collapsed into unconsciousness.

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In his consciousness, Shen Yi was pleasantly surprised to find that his simulator had upgraded from the test version to the official version. He hurriedly chose to activate it, eager to discover the functions of the official simulator.

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In the first year, you rose to fame after the Ninghai Immortal Academy Grand Competition and were courted by various factions.

In the second year, the Spirit Sealing Grotto-Heaven Ruins opened. You entered with four fellow disciples, but encountered spatial turbulence. You were separated from your companions and explored alone.

In the third year, you were hunted by enemies. You fought hard but were outmatched, yet you managed to escape by luck. After a series of hardships, you returned safely.

In the fourth year, you fell into an enemy's trap and were imprisoned and tortured to death.

Simulation ended. Reward obtained: Map of the Spirit Sealing Grotto-Heaven Ruins (can only be used within the ruins).

Shen Yi woke up with a start, the memory of the simulation's ending leaving his back drenched in cold sweat.

"I have already reached the Qi Condensation Realm; is it still impossible to escape this death trap?"

The shadow of death loomed over Shen Yi, filling him with a sense of powerlessness.

"I must become stronger!"

The only way he could think of was to grow stronger. He had been wiped out in the Grotto-Heaven Ruins while in the Body Forging stage; only by becoming stronger after reaching the Qi Condensation Realm could he return safely and break this cycle of death.

"This map can only be used once, but it is enough. It will be enough to give me the advantage in the Grotto-Heaven Ruins."

After composing himself, Shen Yi decided to redeem his reward first.

"An Earth-tier cultivation technique!"

A fiery light shone in Shen Yi's eyes, his desire for the immortal path further ignited.

"I'll take this 'Dragon Elephant Fist'."

Shen Yi chose a fist technique. Having experienced the Academy Grand Competition, he could clearly feel his weakness in actual combat—he lacked a technique that allowed him to fully unleash his physical strength.

In Shen Yi's eyes, this "Dragon Elephant Fist" was tailor-made for him. Each move contained the power of a dragon and an elephant, allowing his strength to be amplified nearly tenfold.

"Next, I shall go to Dean Fengyang and enter the Thousand Spirit Mirror to cultivate!"

Along the way, many disciples of the academy stopped to respectfully call him "Senior Brother" as he passed. The scene of Shen Yi suppressing all his peers that day had left a deep impression on them.

Many disciples even hurried toward the exit the moment they saw Shen Yi heading toward Fengyang Thatched Cottage.

"Not bad! You recovered completely in just three days, and this technique suits you very well."

Through their conversation, Shen Yi learned that Wang Teng was still unconscious, and that he himself had become the focus of many factions, all wanting to take advantage of the situation to recruit him.

"You will eventually have to leave this place. As for your plans, you must consider them carefully!"

Fengyang offered a word of caution before reaching into the void and pulling out an object that looked like a beast bone.

"This is the Thousand Spirit Mirror, a relic descended from the Immortal Realm. It contains a world of its own; one hour of cultivation within is equivalent to ten days in the outside world."

Feng Yang pinched a hand seal to activate the Bone Mirror, and a beam of light enveloped Shen Yi. In the next instant, he had already arrived inside the Bone Mirror.

With a wave of his hand, Feng Yang cast the Bone Mirror back into the void. Though it seemed like a mere moment, the act consumed a vast amount of Feng Yang's energy, leaving him unsteady on his feet.

Inside the Bone Mirror, Shen Yi felt the abundance of spiritual energy and a unique, potent force. He immediately began to practice the Dragon Elephant Fist. Since there was still Essence of Flora within his body that had yet to be fully refined, it was unwise to advance his cultivation realm too quickly; practicing the fist technique was, by comparison, far more critical.

As time flowed by, the interior of the Bone Mirror was filled with the roars of dragons and the trumpeting of elephants, shaking the very heavens. Shen Yi threw a punch, and a Dragon Elephant phantom actually stepped through the air.

Twelve hours passed in the blink of an eye. No sooner had Shen Yi stepped out of the Bone Mirror than he received a pile of invitations and calling cards, leaving him momentarily at a loss.

"Cultivation is as much about social graces as it is about skill. Accept them all and go pay a visit; one must at least grant them that much face."

Feng Yang opened a calling card, his divine sense flickered, and he snatched the card into his hand before stepping into the air with Shen Yi in tow.

"Since we have come, we must leave behind some gifts for our hosts!"

Shen Yi felt Feng Yang's aura turn cold and sharp as he followed him toward the exit of the Immortal Academy.