City of Light Chasing, Light Chasing Tower.
Inside the spacious sparring hall, a man nearly three meters tall, with arms thicker than an ordinary person's waist, wore a full set of B6-class protective gear and held a B2-class practice greatsword. This mountain-like man was Wu Zhuo Qun.
At that moment, Wu Zhuo Qun was continuously sparring with a young man who likewise wore B6-class protective gear and wielded a B2-class practice greatsword.
Although both wielded greatswords weighing two or three hundred kilograms, their sword speeds were so fast they made one's tongue click in amazement. Every swing left only an afterimage; the sword blades themselves could not be seen at all.
They clashed more than ten times in a single second, as though they were holding not greatswords at all, but light wooden sticks.
After several dozen exchanges, the young man's B6-class protective gear was suddenly struck by the practice greatsword. He retreated three or four steps before steadying himself.
"Not bad. You've improved greatly during this period. You probably aren't far from completing the first level of the Shadow Splitting Sword," Wu Zhuo Qun said, looking at the repelled young man with praise. "If you can complete it before the Genius Training Camp assessment, then after entering the Genius Training Camp, you should have a chance to contend for the top thirty. Then we can enter the inheritance ruins together."
"It's because Coach Wu taught so well and was willing to spend so much time guiding me. Otherwise, my Shadow Splitting Sword probably wouldn't have reached 100% proficiency even now." The young man put away his practice greatsword and looked at Wu Zhuo Qun with great respect.
The several dozen young men and women beneath the arena, whose vitality had clearly reached the Martial Artist level and who were