Trial Killing Field (Part 2)

The battlefield was filled with the sounds of slaughter.

Undead soldiers surged forth in an endless tide, sweeping across the vast wilderness in a haze of dust and smoke, where yellow sand mingled with blood and wails harmonized with the clamor of battle.

Ning Ye brandished the rusted, dull blade in his hand, charging into the front lines against the undead soldiers.

As his blade rose and fell, undead soldiers collapsed into the dust one after another.

The situation on the battlefield had begun to shift.

The aspirants who had obtained spells were gradually gathering together, attempting to coordinate their efforts and counter the undead. Relying on the strength of numbers, they managed to form relatively stable formations amidst the chaotic fray, standing like reefs in a tidal wave—unmoved by the wind and rain.

This was exactly what the Black and White Divine Palace had hoped for—the undead soldiers were not deployed to kill, but to test.

"Hey, you over there, come over and fight with us!" a man shimmering with golden light shouted at Ning Ye.

He must have obtained some kind of defensive spell, allowing him to withstand the attacks of the undead soldiers.

Since the spell formation provided the mana, the aspirants did not need to worry about running dry. Thus, the man could use his defensive spell almost continuously, and combined with the limited attack power of the undead, he felt extremely safe, his voice filled with newfound confidence.

Ning Ye did not even look at him, continuing his relentless charge.

Are you kidding me? Fight with you people?

This is a trial competition!

In this trial, only those who perform the best have a chance to win!

Ning Ye had several reasons for choosing the Killing Heart Blade, and one of the most important was that offense is always more likely to earn merit than defense!

That was why he chose to fight alone!

He charged into the undead army with reckless abandon.

At the edge of the sand-swept valley, undead soldiers appeared in a continuous stream; they were endless.

Ning Ye leaped and darted through the ranks of the undead, letting the blades of the phantom soldiers graze his body while his Killing Heart Blade always accurately found the real targets.

The blade fell, and the undead dissipated.

Accompanied by the constant sound of rattling bones, it felt as if Ning Ye could hear the clinking of gold coins and the rising of his score in his ears.

It really is like a game, though it's a pity that killing enemies doesn't drop loot.

Thwack!

A blade grazed Ning Ye's shoulder, leaving a line of blood.

Three real undead soldiers had attacked him simultaneously; Ning Ye couldn't dodge in time and was struck.

But Ning Ye did not retreat.

His blade flashed again, carving an arc that instantly decapitated all three real undead, though he took two more hits himself, one of which sliced across his abdomen, leaving a long, bloody gash that nearly exposed his intestines.

Ning Ye ignored the pain and continued his charge.

The Killing Heart Blade is rooted in slaughter—it is tyrannical and overbearing, yet it permits no cowardice or retreat, or else the blade's power would be lost and its momentum weakened.

Ning Ye was not a man who enjoyed reckless combat; if he could, he would prefer to strategize and plan from the rear.

But he had to admit, sometimes courage attracts more attention than intellect, and it is easier to lower others' defenses.

For the sake of his grand plan, he had to act like a true warrior.

Fortunately, he did possess true courage!

True bravery does not lie in a rugged exterior, but in the courage to face death and find a way to survive, possessing the ability to disregard everything and fear neither death nor pain.

Those who dare to throw themselves into a fire to disfigure their faces and disperse their cultivation possess true courage.

So he charged, and he roared!

He fought bathed in blood!

"Awoooo!!!"

After shattering another undead soldier while taking a hit from its blade, Ning Ye threw his head back and howled.

The sound tore through the wind and rain, shattering the clouds; at this moment, he unleashed all the tyranny and fury within his body, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.

The blue-clad woman using water spells looked at him, slightly moved: "Though this man is ugly, he has a bold spirit."

The man with the golden armor defense remarked: "A fierce man, but a lone wolf."

A handsome young man in flowing white robes also looked at him, his long sword unstained by dust—it didn't look like something obtained on the battlefield, but rather something he brought with him—and he smiled slightly: "This person is interesting."

Even a man with a sinister gaze smiled: "Every strike he makes finds a real undead; he isn't troubled by the illusions at all. Not bad!"

More people looked at Ning Ye, filled with envy and jealousy. Some of the cowardly ones even ran toward him, hoping for his protection, but Ning Ye charged too fast, specifically seeking out areas with the most undead soldiers. Protection was out of the question, though acting as a meat shield for him was a possibility.

Consequently, those who found their "lifeline" wasn't actually saving them began to hate and curse him, each one calling Ning Ye cold-blooded and ruthless.

Ning Ye ignored all of this, and in fact, he welcomed it.

He charged frantically, unleashing all the hatred in his heart and converting it into monstrous killing intent, causing a bloody glow to manifest on the blade in his hand.

The blade itself was not red, but the crimson light was the manifestation of his mana.

To have gained insight into the blade manual upon first obtaining it shows that this person is suited for the path of slaughter!

Those powerful beings watching from the shadows had already locked their gazes onto Ning Ye, and there was no shortage of discussion.

"This child has talent; he can be used."

"It is a pity he is too ugly."

"It is indeed too ugly; it would be embarrassing to pass on my teachings."

"This child... I want him!"

A voice rang out, and everyone fell silent.

The battle continued.

Ning Ye was still fighting with all his might.

But his body had begun to tire, his arms heavy as if filled with lead, making them difficult to lift.

The undead soldiers kept surging forward in an endless stream, crashing in with an unstoppable, overwhelming force.

Looking at the undead warriors beneath the sand-filled sky, Ning Ye exhaled a long, murky breath.

How many undead soldiers had he killed?

He did not know.

But he knew that as long as the battle had not ended, the blade could not stop!

So he continued to swing his blade, dull, numb, and filled with a lethal, fiery intent to kill.

This was dangerous, for while his spiritual power was inexhaustible, his physical strength was reaching its limit.

But Ning Ye knew that this was the critical moment.

He did not know how the powerful expert hidden in the shadows viewed him, but he knew that expert's preferences, and he knew even better that at this critical juncture, he must not retreat.

Facing a strong enemy, one must fight to the death!

That expert's famous boast was known to all; there was no need for divination.

How does one with an ugly face catch the eye of a powerful expert?

Nothing else!

Cater to their preferences!

That was why Ning Ye chose the Killing Heart Blade, and why he chose to fight to the death.

Because he knew this was the only way to pique the other party's interest, and only such a person would be likely to ignore his appearance and take him as a disciple!

So he continued to fight with all his might.

Just then, a gust of wind rose behind him.

A sharp pain suddenly flared in Ning Ye's back.

He let out a cry, kicked away the undead soldier in front of him, and turned to strike, but the attacker had already dodged away like a phantom.

Looking back, it was the green-faced man who had previously vied with him for the Killing Heart Blade, holding a Snake Awl in his hand.

The Snake Awl was not suited for hacking, but it was excellent for stabbing; wounds inflicted by it could not heal, causing blood to pour out endlessly.

It seemed he had also obtained a technique, one that allowed him to hide and sneak, approaching silently to launch a sneak attack.

"Damn it!" Ning Ye glared at the green-faced man.

The green-faced man let out a strange, cackling laugh: "This is the price for stealing my opportunity!"

As he spoke, he aimed the awl and lunged at Ning Ye once more.

At the same time, on the battlefield not far away, a real undead soldier also lunged toward Ning Ye.

Caught in a pincer attack!

"Die!" The green-faced man let out a triumphant, wild howl.

But Ning Ye smiled.

The ferocious grin that spread across his ugly face left the green-faced man stunned.

Ning Ye said: "You are not worthy of the Killing Heart Blade at all!"

The blood-red glow of the blade surged violently.

Ignoring the strike from the undead soldier behind him, Ning Ye brought his blade down.

Looking at this simple, unadorned strike, the green-faced man realized in horror that he could not escape at all, as if there were no place in heaven or on earth to hide.

"No!"

He let out a desperate scream.

Splat!

Cut in two!