If Qin Ming had merely displayed an understanding of the Law of Space, it would not have been all that shocking.
After all, he had already demonstrated a terrifying domain formed by fusing the Laws of Earth, Wind, and Gold. Given his comprehension, it was only natural that he would have touched upon the higher-level Law of Space.
However, what appeared on the screen was far more than simply "comprehending the Law of Space"!
As ten thousand "top-hundred" Blood-haired Mammoths charged in a frenzied stampede, blotting out the sky like a crimson tide,
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Densely packed—hundreds, thousands, even... tens of thousands of Qin Ming's figures appeared out of thin air in an instant!
Every figure was solid, its aura fierce and its movements distinct. These were no mere illusions or afterimages!
And each Qin Ming stood directly opposite a charging Blood-haired Mammoth!
Ten thousand mammoths, ten thousand figures of Qin Ming!
What did this mean?
It meant that Qin Ming's comprehension and mastery of the Law of Space had reached a level that would make the vast majority of Immortal Gods feel ashamed!
Take Ten Thousand Line Flow, a movement art widely circulated among Immortal Gods, for example.
Ten Thousand Line Flow was divided into four levels.
The first level, One Line Flow, could create a single illusory clone to confuse opponents.
The second level, Nine Line Flow, could create nine illusory clones.
The third level, Hundred Line Flow, could create over a hundred illusory clones.
The fourth level, Ten Thousand Line Flow, was the highest level. It could create tens of thousands of clones, making it impossible to tell the real from the fake, and wielding immense power!
Most Immortal Gods spent their entire lives reaching only somewhere between the third and fourth levels, able to create a thousand or even several thousand clones.
And Qin Ming, a Star Level warrior barely in his twenties, had displayed the highest level of the Ten Thousand Line Flow secret art in the Seventh Trial Tower: Ten Thousand Line Flow. (This is only a comparison. It doesn't mean Qin Ming had actually cultivated Ten Thousand Line Flow.)
Tens of thousands of figures attacked at once!
Sword light swept forth like a river of stars flowing backward, engulfing the frenzied tide of beasts in an instant.
The entire Central Plaza fell into deathly silence: a million geniuses, along with every being watching through the screens.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
The dense, muffled sounds of impalement echoed above the silent plaza. Magnified through the screens, they struck every spectator like blows to the heart.
A domain of defensive laws, pushed to the extreme, formed an impenetrable barrier.
Movement as terrifying as the peak of Ten Thousand Line Flow brought with it an unfathomable speed.
With a flash of sword light, a Blood-haired Mammoth as powerful as a top-hundred-ranked genius crashed to the ground, its life force instantly extinguished.
The remaining mammoths, rather than being frightened into fleeing by the deaths of so many of their companions, grew even more frenzied, driven by some higher battle instinct. Their attacks became more orderly and efficient.
Their massive iron hooves, thick as pillars and wreathed in crimson energy, carried enough force to shatter mountains and split the earth. From every direction, in a dense formation with virtually no blind spots, they trampled and charged at Qin Ming again and again!
Yet against the Ten Thousand Line Flow movement, which was almost like teleporting through space, most attacks struck empty air, doing nothing but tearing through the air and shaking the ground apart.
Now and then, an attack would narrowly graze Qin Ming's clothes. Even then, it was effortlessly dispelled by the domain around him, formed by fusing the Laws of Gold, Earth, and Wind. It failed to stir even the slightest ripple.
He was like a ghost gliding through a crimson storm, gracefully, calmly, and efficiently reaping lives.
3,000... 5,000... 8,000...
More and more mammoth corpses piled up, but the counter on the screen and Qin Ming's steady breathing made it clear to everyone that he had yet to reach his limit.
When the counter hit 9,527!
Throughout the Central Plaza, among the million watching geniuses and even the giants observing from higher levels, the same unshakable thought arose in every heart.
He could make it through!
The Seventh Trial Tower, whose first level was regarded as an insurmountable barrier for anyone at Star Level...
Qin Ming was about to conquer it!
The last few hundred mammoths fell one after another beneath Qin Ming's sword, which showed no sign of slowing—instead growing smoother and sharper with every strike.
The number on the screen was climbing rapidly toward the impossible total of "10,000."
9,997... 9,998... 9,999...
When the last Blood-haired Mammoth, as powerful as a top-hundred-ranked genius, crashed to the ground beneath Qin Ming's sword beam, sharpened to its absolute limit—
"Whew!!!!!!"
The million geniuses in the Central Plaza seemed to surface together from a long, suffocating struggle beneath the water. As one, they let out a long breath.
The tension had been so great that it felt as if they, not Qin Ming, had just battled thousands of powerful foes inside the Trial Tower.
When people were evenly matched, they competed, refused to yield, and secretly tried to outdo one another.
When someone was slightly stronger, people grew jealous, blamed it on luck, and held on to the hope that they could surpass them.
But...
When the gap in strength became as vast as an unbridgeable chasm, as great as that between mortals and stars, or between a stream and the sea, all resentment, jealousy, and competitive spirit vanished before the undeniable truth.
All that remained was looking up in awe.
Pure, unadulterated awe.
At that moment, not one of the million geniuses could bring themselves to compare with Qin Ming.
His strength had surpassed the bounds of their understanding. Even the desire to catch up seemed pale and laughable.
Their eyes followed the figure moving once more on the screen, and only one fervent hope remained in their hearts.
Could Qin Ming clear the remaining six levels?
Just how far could this monster go?
With a battle that was almost a miracle, Qin Ming had turned every competitor into a witness and admirer of his legendary journey.
The trial was not over yet, but in the hearts of all the geniuses, his position was already unshakable.
Just as every spectator held their breath, waiting for Qin Ming to challenge the second level of the Seventh Trial Tower!
All public broadcasts cut off without warning.
The giant screen above the Central Plaza went black in an instant.
"What happened?"
"Why did it stop?"
"Right when it was getting good!"
A wave of bewilderment and discontent immediately swept through the plaza.
But soon, some of the more knowledgeable geniuses, or those from powerful factions, seemed to realize something. Their expressions changed, and they fell silent.
The senior leadership of the Virtual Universe Company and the other Four Great Giants reached the same decision almost simultaneously.
Qin Ming's displayed talent was about more than clearing the first level of the Seventh Trial Tower. More importantly, he had revealed his skill in fusing laws and an unbelievable depth of understanding of the Law of Space.
This had long since surpassed the bounds of an "ordinary peerless genius."
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