"Does defeating her mean I've passed the second level?"
Zhang Yu raised his hand, pointed at Wu Lingyue, and asked in a calm tone as if he were asking about the Tiantian.
Haha, did you hear that?
He's a Great Grandmaster, yet he dares to say he'll defeat General Wu!
"As expected, he came from a remote and impoverished area and has never seen the world."
I'm afraid they can't even tell what General Wu's Cultivation is, right?
Zhang Yu's words drew a burst of laughter.
Zhu Wuyuan shook his head, his face full of disdain, as if looking at a clown who overestimated himself.
Murong Bai awkwardly explained on Zhang Yu's behalf:
Wu Lingyue has already reached the Feathered Realm Cultivation.
According to the rules of the martial arts examination, one must withstand ten moves from a cultivator at the Feathered Realm to be considered qualified.
Sima Sheng lowered his voice and said:
"Wu Lingyue is no ordinary Feathered Realm; she once fought against the Heaven Ascension Realm expert for three hundred rounds without being defeated."
"Zhu Wuyuan sent her out; Your Highness will likely find it difficult to pass this test."
Wu Lingyue brandished her spear, the tip flashing with a cold light, her voice aloof:
"You won't need ten moves. If you can withstand three of my moves, you'll pass."
She exuded a sharp and imposing aura, like a drawn blade, her eyes brimming with confidence.
Zhu Wuyuan trusted his Female General implicitly; she was his personal maid whom he had personally trained.
After this maid Cultivation the Feathered Realm, he sent her to work in the military, and now she is capable of handling things on her own.
At this moment, he was almost certain that Zhang Yu had no chance of escaping.
Zhang Yu simply extended one finger, his eyes remaining calm, as if he didn't take the other party's threat to heart at all.
What does it mean when he holds up one finger?
Could it be that you're trying to ask General Wu to lower the standard to one move?
Haha, you're so shameless!
Sima Sheng nodded secretly, thinking to himself: In terms of sheer shamelessness, Zhang Yu does have the makings of Emperor.
Although Murong Bai felt ashamed, he still forced himself to speak:
"General Wu's Martial Dao are extraordinary, and he is a top expert even among those in the Feathered Realm. How about... we limit ourselves to one move?"
"Grandfather..."
Murong Qiushui's eyes widened; she never expected her old man to be so shameless.
Wu Lingyue was so angry she laughed, and pointed at Zhang Yu, saying:
"Although I am confident that I can defeat you in one move, I dare not jeopardize my young master's important affairs. This matter... cannot be agreed to."
Zhang Yu shook his head and said calmly, "What I mean is—to defeat you, I only need one move."
Hahaha, is this guy crazy?
How dare Great Grandmaster claim to defeat Feathered Realm in one move?
"The Sheng Family aren't the brightest, we understand, everyone understands."
Sima Sheng and the people from the Four Great Families looked at each other, staring at Zhang Yu as if he were a madman.
--You're such a braggart, do your family know?
--I almost forgot, your entire family has probably ascended to heaven.
Murong Qiushui rolled her eyes. "You're just bragging without thinking."
Only Zhang Lingyun remained calm and showed no surprise.
She knew very well that although Zhang Yu was only Great Grandmaster in name, he had already mastered the Soul Power.
After Zhang Yu used the Divine Ability of One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones, the two Soul Power that he separated were both equivalent to his original body.
Moreover, their three souls are interconnected, allowing them to borrow each other's power at any time.
This means that his Soul Power instantly tripled, allowing him to unleash the Spirit Soul Sword even without the aid of the Wei Kingdom's Grand Formation.
The Spirit Soul Sword is powerful enough to defeat even a powerful expert in the Feathered Realm with a single strike.
Amidst a chorus of mockery and skepticism, Zhang Yu slowly raised his finger, pointing it at Wu Lingyue.
The fingertips moved silently, yet the faint sound of Sword Cry echoed in the void.
Before the crowd in the square could react, an invisible Sword Intent, like a fleeting shadow, pierced through the air and arrived!
Wu Lingyue's pupils contracted sharply as she sensed an approaching threat. She instinctively retreated, but she couldn't tell where the threat came from.
She's only at the Feathered Realm; how could she possibly sense the Soul Power?
"Bang--"
Wu Lingyue's body slammed straight onto the Bluestone Slab, the spear slipping from her hand and rolling to Zhu Wuyuan's feet.
Blood seeped from her forehead, her eyelashes trembled, and she completely lost consciousness.
The square was so quiet you could hear the wind rustling the banners.
Zhu Wuyuan's smile was still frozen on his face, his expression one of utter disbelief.
He stared at Zhang Yu, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he couldn't utter a sound.
His personal Female General, whom he had personally trained, was once a top-tier Feathered Realm expert who had fought against the Heaven Ascension Realm expert for three hundred rounds, yet she was defeated by a useless Sheng Family with a single finger in one move.
This was completely beyond his imagination; it was incredible.
Murong Bai's beard was deformed from biting it, and his eyes were wide open like saucers.
He himself began to doubt whether there was a problem with the detection Formation, and whether the person in front of him was not of the Sheng Family bloodline at all. How could Sheng Family possess such terrifying Martial Dao Cultivation?
Old Master Wang's mouth was agape, and he couldn't close it for a long time.
The elder of the Bai Lineage nudged him, and he finally reacted, stammering, "This... this is real?"
Sima Sheng's chin nearly hit the instep.
He had just been worried that Zhang Yu would be beaten so badly he wouldn't be able to get up, but now he could only stand there dumbfounded, the scene replaying in his mind over and over again.
Murong Qiushui's mouth formed an "O" shape. She had just been criticizing Zhang Yu for bragging without thinking.
At this moment, however, he was staring blankly at Zhang Yu's fingertips.
The public's reaction was even more intense:
Some people rubbed their eyes, thinking they were hallucinating;
Someone pinched themselves, wincing in pain, but still refused to believe it;
Someone whispered, "Am I seeing things? General Wu is at the Feathered Realm!"
Weren't the Sheng Family all Curse?
How can there be such an amazing person?
"Could it be... that the Sheng Family's Curse has truly been broken?"
Wu Lingyue's Personal Guards finally reacted and drew their weapons, but were stopped by Zhu Wuyuan's gaze.
He realized that Zhang Yu hadn't intended to kill, and Wu Lingyue's life was not in danger.
Zhang Yu simply stood quietly in place.
He bent down and patted his cuffs, as if brushing off some dust.
"Second hurdle, do I pass?"
Sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining on his face and making his eyes appear exceptionally bright.
He ignored the shock and murmurs around him, simply looking up towards the Imperial City, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Nature."
Zhu Wuyuan a man of his word and doesn't renege on his promises; he just likes to use underhanded tactics.
"Alright, tell me your third challenge."
Zhang Yu remained calm and composed.
The arrogance between Zhu Wuyuan's brows faded somewhat, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.
Zhang Yu broke through two levels in a row.
His stunningly beautiful Literary Dao, coupled with his terrifying feat of shattering the Feathered Realm, made him truly feel the pressure for the first time.
The previously noisy discussions in the square gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes silently turned to Zhu Wuyuan, waiting for the third challenge.
Zhu Wuyuan remained silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, his voice steady yet carrying an undeniable weight:
"The way of both literature and martial arts requires learning to apply it in practice."
The first two stages are merely about personal Cultivation; the third stage—I will personally participate, using Formation to simulate a national war.
That one short sentence caused the temperature in the entire square to plummet.
"The Prime Minister himself took action, even simulating a national war?"
"Sheng Yu is doomed now."
Everyone knows that the Prime Minister has never lost a simulated national war!
Murong Bai and the others' expressions instantly turned serious.
They were well aware that the so-called simulated national war was not just an ordinary sparring match.
Instead, it recreates the real civil and military affairs of the two countries within the illusionary Formation, making everything indistinguishable from reality.
In this environment, while personal Martial Dao Cultivation important, leadership ability, tactical planning, and adaptability are even more crucial.
Sima Sheng had worked with Zhu Wuyuan for many years and considered himself to be unparalleled in wisdom and strategy, and could be regarded as a genius of Purple Jade.
However, he also suffered repeated defeats in Zhu Wuyuan's simulated national wars and never won.
At this moment, he couldn't help but feel worried for Zhang Yu.
However--
Standing to the side, Zhang Yu had a different thought in mind.
"Simulated national warfare? Isn't that just playing a video game?"
A slight smile played on his lips, and a hint of eager anticipation flashed in his eyes.