Whoosh!
Lu Zhen did not lose heart. He sprang to his feet.
He stepped through the Asura Tower's dark-red doors once more.
"Kill!"
On the fourth floor, war drums thundered.
Lu Zhen sent his flying sword straight at the terrifying dark-red lance and charged in.
Bang!
Moments later, Lu Zhen was blasted out of the tower again.
He turned and went back in.
Once.
Ten times.
A hundred times!
Bang!
Lu Zhen flew backward through the dark-red doors again and slammed into Blackstone Square.
His aura had weakened to its limit.
Yet after only a moment to catch his breath,
there was no retreat in his eyes. Instead, they burned with fervor.
He stepped into the Asura Tower again.
In midair, four phantoms watched in silence.
"This kid..." The burly Li Bashan opened his mouth. The disdain that had once filled his eyes was long gone.
"He's a fierce one." A strange light flickered in Xue Qinghou's eyes. He sighed softly. "With a mind and tenacity like that, he would have been as rare as a phoenix feather or qilin horn even when the Martial Hall was at its peak."
Crushed again and again. Killed in an instant, again and again.
Any ordinary genius would have had his resolve shattered long ago.
But Lu Zhen was like a tireless sponge, frantically soaking up Huyan Zhuo's combat experience at the edge of life and death.
And so the days passed.
In the blink of an eye, little remained of the one-month deadline.
"He really has improved."
Xuanyang watched the light flicker across the tower, regret in his voice. "At first, he couldn't withstand a single move. Now he can clash head-on with Huyan Zhuo for dozens of exchanges."
"His use of the laws and his control over his blood and