Round Table Conference

Trial Space.

On the vast grassland, Yang Wu was fighting a herd of Savage Bulls.

Calling it a battle would have been more accurate as calling it a one-sided slaughter.

Yang Wu's ghostlike figure weaved through the Savage Bull herd, using the surrounding terrain and the bulls' size to perform all sorts of unimaginable maneuvers.

The blood-red spearhead became a bolt of lightning, repeatedly sweeping across the Savage Bulls' bodies and tearing open huge gashes as scorching blood sprayed out.

In an instant.

The sounds of running and roaring echoed across the entire grassland.

Fifty Savage Bulls charged one after another at the red-haired youth ahead, their eyes bloodshot, only to collapse beneath his spear one by one.

Bull heads flew through the air as blood spurted everywhere.

Their numbers dwindled until, in the end, the entire grassland reeked of blood. Aside from the figure standing with a spear, only Savage Bull corpses remained strewn across the ground.

"Fifty? No challenge at all!"

After killing those fifty Savage Bulls, Yang Wu was only breathing slightly harder. His combat uniform remained clean and neat, without even a drop of blood on it.

Fourfold bodily force naturally was not limited to the arms. His fists, thighs, feet... all these parts of his body could exert it. The only difference was how proficiently he controlled them.

Trial Tower Level 1, Phase A cleared. Time used: 1 minute 30 seconds.

"Let Phase B begin!"

Yang Wu did not rest at all and immediately began the next phase of the trial.

The Savage Bull herd in Phase B was far superior to Phase A in both quality and quantity. Even so, it only held Yang Wu back for another thirty seconds.

Two minutes later, the Phase B trial was cleared.

Without any hesitation, he continued to the next phase.

Unlike the aimless encirclement of Phases A and B, the Savage Bulls in Phase C launched organized attacks under the command of an Intermediate Beast General.

This time, they were disciplined and organized...

And their deaths had value too!

At the very least, Yang Wu had been injured. Though the blood was not his, his defenses had still been breached.

Outside the Trial Tower, on the carving of the black stone pillar that belonged to Yang Wu.

His Trial Tower level instantly changed from 1.6 to 2.0, then became 2.3 again three minutes later.

"Fuck!"

Yang Hui, a mid-level War God, finally could not hold back a curse. How could anyone be that fast?

He was bulldozing his way through everything!

A sudden ache rose in his heart as he recalled how, when he had cleared the first floor's Phase C trial, he had died miserably several times in a row. Even on his final attempt, it had taken him forty-five minutes to succeed.

"Phew!"

"Fortunately, he isn't my opponent!"

Yang Hui kept consoling himself inwardly. There was no need to compare himself to freakish geniuses like this.

Once he thought of it that way, he felt much better. When he looked at Yang Wu's Trial Tower level again, it no longer made him feel quite so miserable.

In the endless desert, a crimson waterfall suddenly appeared, sweeping away every living thing around it.

Corpses carpeted the surroundings, and blood dyed the desert red.

Yang Wu was covered in blood and looked somewhat disheveled. Who knew how many Ironclad Scorpions had died by his hand?

He had not expected the Silver Armor Scorpions to be so intelligent. Seeing that Yang Wu could not be defeated head-on, they actually abandoned their encirclement and switched to a strategy of trading injuries for injuries.

They sacrificed batch after batch of Ironclad Scorpions for the sole purpose of dragging him beneath the desert and killing him.

At the main entrance of the towering Trial Tower, Yang Hui waited for over ten minutes before the Trial Tower level on Yang Wu's black carving became 3.0.

Four minutes later, it jumped to 3.3.

Seven minutes later, it changed from 3.3 to 3.6.

"Good!"

Yang Hui took a deep breath. His initial shock had gradually turned into acceptance, and now all he felt was anticipation.

Twenty minutes later, Yang Wu appeared beside him, while his Trial Tower level finally settled at 4.0.

"Phew... phew..."

"The Trial Tower truly lives up to its reputation!"

Yang Wu took several deep breaths. Although he had not used all his methods in the end, nor had he truly risked his life in the Trial Tower.

Even if he had gone all out, he could only have cleared the fourth floor's Phase A trial and reached a Trial Tower level of 4.3.

But there was no need for that!

Yang Hui, standing nearby, listened to Yang Wu's sigh and looked at that monstrous result. His eyelids twitched wildly.

It felt as though he had personally witnessed the growth of an unparalleled powerhouse.

"Report this..."

"This is no longer something I can meddle in!"

Virtual space.

Inside the vast silver conference hall, five people in white robes sat around an enormous round table: three Chinese, one white man, and one Black man.

"Everyone, this is Yang Wu's trial performance just now."

"His Trial Tower level is 4.0, and his fist force level is 4. In other words, his combat amplitude is 16—an absolute top-tier rating."

One of the Chinese white-robed men tapped the air, and a screen immediately appeared above the round table, displaying Yang Wu's Trial Tower results.

He added, "Moreover, based on his clearance speed, we cannot rule out the possibility that he concealed some of his strength."

"Hehe, Inspector General Vladimir, isn't this exactly what you wanted to see?"

One of the Chinese white-robed men looked toward the other white man and sneered.

"Patrol Inspector Wang, I did this for the Limit Martial Hall as well."

Vladimir's face showed no expression, as though everything he had done had truly been for the Limit Martial Hall.

"Hmph..."

Patrol Inspector Wang snorted coldly. The Limit Martial Hall's five Patrol Inspectors came from different regions and had different skin colors, cultures, and upbringings.

Thus, while they were generally united, conflicts inevitably arose when it came to the distribution of certain benefits.

For example, this time, the two Patrol Inspectors had differing opinions regarding the terms of Yang Wu's training contract.

Patrol Inspector Wang believed that since Yang Wu was a genius, he should not be constrained by rules.

Inspector General Vladimir, however, believed that even a genius like Yang Wu had to follow the Limit Martial Hall's rules. Otherwise, would the rules not become mere decoration?

However, with Hong present, everyone acted within the same set of rules, and all friction and disputes remained within controllable limits.

The Limit Martial Hall's Round Table Conference was generally held by the five Patrol Inspectors, while Hong, as the Hall Master, rarely intervened personally.

"Five Patrol Inspectors!"

An electronic voice rang out, and the meeting immediately fell silent.

The electronic voice continued, "This is the Hall Master's latest decision regarding Yang Wu. Any objections may be reported to the Hall Master. If there are no objections, carry out this decision."

The screen above the round table instantly shattered and reassembled into a document.

"Does anyone object?"

"No."

The five Patrol Inspectors did not even read the document before responding in quick succession. Though it was only an electronic voice, it gave them a feeling that it could not be questioned.

"Then... Patrol Inspector Wang."

"Execute it immediately!"