Two months later.
Inside the Trial Room's Virtual Space.
This was a vast, boundless desert. A golden Great Sun hung at the horizon, intimidating all directions. The ground was covered in yellow earth, with only a few scattered patches of green. Even those sparse plants looked wilted, as though they could wither away at any moment.
At this moment.
The earth churned, mound after mound rising from the ground and leaving furrows in their wake, as though something was moving beneath the surface.
Countless raised mounds circled around, while at the center of all those furrows stood a young man with black hair, black eyes, and tattered clothes.
Through the sword's reflective blade, one could see his face stained with yellow dirt. Sword-like brows, starry eyes, and a sharply chiseled face—his handsome features could still faintly be seen.
The way he held his sword was extremely strange. It was neither the usual upright stance nor a level stance, but something more like a hanging-sword stance, though not quite the same.
In a hanging-sword stance, one held one's hand behind one's back, with the sword rising straight along the spine. His current posture, however, had the silver-white longsword standing before him, extending above his head and pressed close to his face. The blade was like a mirror, and the mounds rising behind him could be seen along its sides.
Ning Ze focused completely on his surroundings. This was the sixth floor of the Trial Tower.
The sixth floor was difficult. But just how difficult?
The A Phase alone contained fifty Beginner Lords, while he was currently challenging the C Phase!
Following the previous pattern, this stage had 190 Beginner Lords, along with ten Intermediate Lords.
This Trial Tower truly did not treat challengers like human beings.
A challenger's physical fitness was