Thirty: Going All Out!

Outside Bloodcolor Mountain, most of the instructors had their Trust Jade screens fixed on Fang Yushu.

Fang Yushu was the top seed in these Bloodcolor Trials. However, none of the instructors were interested in fighting over him. In fact, they had been too lazy to pay attention to Fang Yushu before...

First, Fang Yushu was extremely powerful, so passing the Bloodcolor Trials was a certainty. Second, Fang Yushu and Instructor Fang of Nine Dragons Peak were family. It was impossible for him to choose any other mountain, so paying attention to someone like him was useless.

Previously, many instructors had constantly switched between the screens showing all the disciples undergoing trials in the Third Circle. They hoped to find Luo Zheng's whereabouts. Among them, they had spent the longest time watching Mo Can, because Luo Zheng had fallen into the Aristocratic Clan Disciples' encirclement while trying to save Mo Can.

Unfortunately, they had searched for a long time without finding Luo Zheng.

This showed that Luo Zheng traveled alone, hunting phantom beasts by himself.

But after quite some time had passed, someone inadvertently switched to Fang Yushu's screen and discovered Luo Zheng.

When they saw Fang Yushu create a huge bright-blue net, the instructors understood that a battle was about to take place between the two.

One was the top seed, while the other was a dark horse who had suddenly burst onto the scene. Fang Yushu could be set aside—he already had a home. Luo Zheng was different. Born from the grass roots, with no backing and no support, he could absolutely make a name for himself if they took him into their mountain and cultivated him with all their might.

The instructors' interest was immediately stirred.

"Who do you think will win between these two?" one instructor asked quietly.

"I still favor Fang Yushu!" another instructor replied.

"Why?"

"Take a look at the weapon in Fang Yushu's hand. You recognize that dagger, right? The Slicing Void Blade! The energy threads drawn out by this Spirit Artifact are practically indestructible. As long as one of them cuts Luo Zheng, he'll be eliminated on the spot!"

The instructors discussed it among themselves, some supporting Fang Yushu and others supporting Luo Zheng.

Only Instructor Su wore a thoroughly frustrated expression. It was like a little girl having a treasured item she secretly hid in a corner, waiting for the right time to quietly take it home—only for everyone to discover that treasured item before the time came...

That feeling was more than just stifling.

Luo Zheng moved slowly, the purple light on his body flickering in and out as he fixed his gaze on Fang Yushu opposite him.

So far, Fang Yushu was one of the most formidable enemies Luo Zheng had encountered. What was even more frightening was that Fang Yushu was clearly only in the Marrow Refining Realm, yet he could still put such immense pressure on him.

There were plenty of useless wastrels among the Aristocratic Clan Disciples, but their elite disciples were terrifyingly powerful!

With the best resources in the world at their disposal, they only had to work a little harder for their cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds. Their combat strength far surpassed that of others in the same realm.

Luo Zheng circled around Fang Yushu twice. Neither of them attacked, and time trickled away. But when Luo Zheng circled around for the Third Circle, Fang Yushu finally moved.

A mad smile flashed across his face. Holding the dagger in his hand, he drew out a bright-blue line that swept toward Luo Zheng.

This young man, who looked somewhat refined, fell into a completely frenzied state once he began fighting. It seemed that unless he dismembered his opponent, he could not calm down.

Luo Zheng leaped into the air, then rolled, narrowly avoiding the bright-blue thread. But he was still a little too slow. The thread sliced across his forehead, cleanly severing a section of the hair atop his head.

His heart tightened with alarm. If the distance had been just a little closer, half his head would have been sliced off.

Fang Yushu gave him no chance to catch his breath. The dagger spun rapidly in his hand, producing countless chaotic bright-blue lines in the blink of an eye. Then Fang Yushu charged violently toward Luo Zheng, dragging those lines with him.

If Fang Yushu struck him, Luo Zheng would be sliced into countless pieces by those razor-sharp lines, leaving a death so gruesome it would be unbearable to look at.

Now Luo Zheng could do nothing but run.

The threads wrapped around Fang Yushu, leaving Luo Zheng with no way to approach him.

This can't go on!

He had thought he would pass the Bloodcolor Trials smoothly, but he had never expected to encounter something like this in the final stage. Luo Zheng could only smile bitterly inwardly.

The two were enveloped by that enormous net. Although it covered a radius of several hundred meters, the space available for Luo Zheng to dodge was not large.

After Fang Yushu forced him back several times, Luo Zheng was finally driven into a dead corner.

A mocking smile finally appeared on Fang Yushu's handsome, carefree face. This trial disciple born from the grass roots was indeed quite powerful, and his willpower was extraordinary.

But no matter how stubbornly this fellow struggled, he would ultimately meet the fate of elimination.

Kicking out someone like this and personally shattering the beautiful dream woven from his convictions, perseverance, and hard work—that was what made things interesting. At least it made this otherwise boring Bloodcolor Trials a little less boring.

Luo Zheng stood in the corner. Behind him was the grid formed by those threads. If he retreated, his body would crash into the grid and be sliced into pieces, dying a miserable death on the spot. In front of him, Fang Yushu, wrapped in a layer of disorderly threads, slowly advanced.

For him, this was an unsolvable dead end.

It looks like I'll fail this time.

At that thought, Luo Zheng felt deeply unwilling to accept it. Although he still had a chance to register again and make a comeback!

But when he thought of Luo Yan trapped on Purgatory Mountain, with no idea who was plotting against her, his heart clenched. A heavy voice told him that he could not waste another moment.

These threads were indeed razor-sharp, but even Xie Lang's attacks could not break through his bones. Perhaps they could not withstand the threads' cuts either? In his desperation, Luo Zheng could only gamble. He put his hand behind his back and pressed one finger against the grid.

The instant his finger touched the grid, piercing pain shot through him. The skin on his finger was sliced open by the threads. But when Luo Zheng pressed farther, the threads reached the bone in his finger and could not advance any further.

My bones can withstand the threads' attacks! Joy surged through Luo Zheng's heart, and a tiny glimmer of hope was kindled.

Enduring the pain, he secretly glanced at his finger and saw a shallow mark on the bone. Although the bone had also been cut by the threads, it had ultimately blocked their razor edge. This proved that his bones could withstand the threads' cutting force.

Since that was the case, he could only go all out!

Most importantly, he was currently inside a phantom formation. The injuries he suffered were not real. Even if he risked his life, he would not die. At worst, he would simply be eliminated.

Having made up his mind, Luo Zheng showed no sign of it. He waited for Fang Yushu to approach, closer and closer, ever closer...

When Fang Yushu was only one step away, Luo Zheng suddenly shielded his face with both hands and lunged fiercely at him!

Fang Yushu was stunned when he saw Luo Zheng pounce forward. He knew all too well how terrifying the cutting power of these threads was. His first thought was: Has this kid gone mad? Pouncing into the threads around his body could only end with him being sliced into pieces.

Has this fellow given up on himself?

At that moment, Fang Yushu was not the only one who thought so.

All the instructors closely watching this battle thought the same.

From the looks of it, Luo Zheng was about to be eliminated from the Bloodcolor Trials.

But it did not matter. For a talented youngster like this, he could simply make a comeback next time. Entering the Azure Cloud Sect should not be difficult for him.

Many instructors began making their own calculations. Should they find out where he lived in the Imperial Capital and visit him after his elimination to offer some consolation and build a connection? An outstanding disciple like this was hard to come by, so of course they would not let him slip away easily.

Under the surveillance of the many instructors through their Trust Jades, Luo Zheng pounced at Fang Yushu.

He felt the threads slice into the flesh of his arms and legs, wave after wave of agonizing pain surging through him. Luo Zheng gritted his teeth and still did not retreat. He had no way back.

But when the threads cut into Luo Zheng's bones, they finally met resistance. His bones blocked the threads' cuts!

Fang Yushu had thought Luo Zheng would be sliced into pieces by the threads, but unfortunately, the scene he imagined did not appear.

Just as he was momentarily stunned, Luo Zheng's fist had already reached his face. It slammed into Fang Yushu's face, instantly turning that handsome, striking countenance into a bloody mess. Even so, Luo Zheng could still see the shock in his eyes.

Yet Fang Yushu truly deserved to be called an elite among the Aristocratic Clan Disciples. Even though his reaction had been slowed by the sudden turn of events, he forcibly twisted his body and let out an angry roar. The dagger in his hand transformed into a flash of cold light and stabbed toward Luo Zheng's abdomen.

Having seized the initiative, Luo Zheng twisted back and restrained Fang Yushu's arm before driving his elbow forward. Fang Yushu's reaction was not slow either. He freed his other hand and grappled with Luo Zheng.

The two rolled around on the ground, like three-year-old children fighting.

But every punch went straight for a vital point, striving to kill the other.

At this point, they were not competing in moves or technique, but in their bodies' ability to endure blows.

How many people could take a beating better than Luo Zheng?

Gradually, Fang Yushu's strength weakened, and he could no longer block Luo Zheng's attacks. Finally, purple light flickered all over Luo Zheng's body. Before Fang Yushu could react, Luo Zheng delivered three punches in succession.

Each punch contained multiple layers of Rosewood Inch Strength.

A dense series of muffled thuds rang out from within Fang Yushu's body.

The three strikes of Rosewood Inch Strength erupted with twenty-one waves of damage inside Fang Yushu's body. His body trembled constantly, as if convulsing.

Only when the lingering power of Rosewood Inch Strength was exhausted did specks of light wrap around him. At the moment before he disappeared, deep unwillingness filled Fang Yushu's face, along with profound confusion in his heart: What is this kid's body made of? Why can't even the Slicing Void Blade cut it open?

Fang Yushu was eliminated.