Latent Might

Void Realm, Black-Yellow Pagoda.

The scene shifted.

"Second floor, first stage."

"This stage's test is the same as the first floor: one hundred frenzied beasts. Individual combat power: 2,800 streams."

It was still that dim-yellow Gobi wasteland.

"Good heavens." Lu Zhen looked at the pack of feral wolves and thought, 2,800 streams of force each?

However.

Lu Zhen calculated his 118 Star Vortices, the acupoints yet to be transformed, and the amplification from his vast Inner Landscape.

"My base strength is probably around 1,200 streams."

"Combined with peak first-level True Intent, a fourfold burst."

"4,800 streams of force!"

"Clearing this stage won't be a problem."

Lu Zhen likewise controlled the flying sword hovering at his side and unleashed a move. The flying sword instantly turned into a streak of light.

Lower eighth grade, Star River Sword Art.

The sword light split apart, like a dazzling river of stars.

Though these feral wolves were far stronger, thick-skinned and tough-fleshed, they still could not withstand the shredding sword light empowered by 4,800 streams of force.

It was not as utterly overwhelming as the first stage of the first floor, where they collapsed at a single touch.

But it still took only a dozen breaths or so.

Across the wasteland, all one hundred feral wolves lay dead.

Camp, instructors' council hall.

Several stewards had originally been staring at the light screen, wanting to see just how long Lu Zhen could last on the second floor.

Yet they had not expected.

What greeted their eyes was such a one-sided slaughter.

"Good lad!" Gu Changfeng slapped his thigh fiercely, his eyes brimming with delight.

"This?" The sinister-faced steward's eyes bulged wide. "That base strength has to be at least 1,000 streams of force!"

"How is that possible?"

"How long has he even cultivated?" The