God-Given Nine Trials Under the Eyes of All!

The two twelve-year-old boys on the ring were naturally unaware of these things, because compared to these trivial matters that would only need to be considered after victory, how to achieve the victory at hand was the more important thing.

The spectators around the ring were unaware of all this, including the other eight boxes in the nine main boxes. Compared to these trivial matters that would only need to be considered after victory, they had already chosen their preferred candidates. Whether they won or lost, they would not change their choices. These were not talents that could be won over with so-called benefits and sponsorships. Rather than using those scheming methods, they would rather gamble everything on the contestants.

As for the Gods on the arena, high in the sky, and residing in the Divine Realm, it doesn't matter how the final victor between these two youths chooses. What matters is whether the victor has shown the qualities to impress them. If so, they will seize the opportunity to place their bets. If not, they will wait and see. Even if they know that this is a scheme by the Asura God to target the Poseidon Tang San, they cannot resist the temptation of getting a better hand. Whether they know the details or not is irrelevant.

Therefore, in the face of absolute power.

Everything else.

They were all naturally removed from the first sequence.

Everyone's attention was focused on the moment the game was decided.

This external pressure also puts pressure on the players themselves to some extent.

"Call..."

Wisps Sisi white mist escaped from the mouth of the boy standing on the left side of the arena with each breath. His face was flushed, and the veins on his forehead were faintly visible, like small snakes crawling around.

His left hand hung down at his side.

Freely hanging.

Like a snake without bones.

The injuries were obvious.

It's a dislocation.

But a dislocated shoulder alone wouldn't be enough to make this boy look so disheveled.

The real injury was beneath his clothes, in the unseen muscle layer, from the muscles that had been exhausted by the fierce punches and charges.

Even if it can be sorted out with Soul Power.

However, his own Soul Power is also limited.

Faced with the opponent's relentless and fierce attacks.

Any oversight.

Any oversight.

These could all be the core reasons for his failure.

However, his opponents were not much better than him.

As a Soul Grandmaster skilled at finding weaknesses in his opponents while suppressing them, the young man standing on the right side of the arena had a split in his hand, blood staining the spear in his hand and leaving bloodstains on the spiral shaft. Although his breath was long, anyone with knowledge could tell from the slightly trembling spearhead that the handsome young man holding the spear was no longer steady.

And that is indeed the case.

An inch longer, an inch stronger.

An inch shorter, an inch more dangerous.

Whether a long spear is better than a broadsword depends largely on the user's skill.

Perhaps the spear is like a dragon, twisting and turning.

But as long as you turn the broadsword horizontally.

In the hands of a skilled swordsman, he can defend you until you have no chance.

Perhaps the Overlord Blade is like a whale, capable of overturning rivers and seas.

But as long as it doesn't directly confront a broadsword.

In the hands of a skilled gunman, it's enough to take someone's head first.

So, in the exchange just now, the handsome young man with the gun unleashed eighty-one spear flourishes in an instant. Unexpectedly, the young man with the knife opposite him took them all in one go, stored them in his mind, held the hilt of the knife in one hand and pressed the back of the blade with the other, and swung the knife eighty-one times with great force. The last blow struck the handsome young man's unpredictable spear stance, forcing the handsome young man to turn his spear horizontally, and his palm was also injured by the shock.

Fortunately, the young man with the knife was also exhausted.

They all need some time to get their bodies under control.

The handsome young man needs to regain sensation in his hands, whether they're cracked or numb from the shock. If he can't control the gun, he's destined to lose.

Because the key to a long spear is precision.

This is what "zhongping spear" means.

The boy with the knife needed to catch his breath, because a heavy knife is like a heavy sword; you have to lift it up and swing it, relying on the momentum of the weapon to swing and cut. The boy with the knife's brute force is extremely rare among all those who use heavy weapons.

Even though he eventually pulled through.

Calming the boiling blood and qi is also essential.

However, although that's the principle, neither the handsome young man with a gun nor the aloof young man with a knife are ordinary people.

The boy with the gun had practiced a secret body-refining technique.

The long spear in his hand is his Martial Soul.

With the guidance of many teachers in the academy, he has already completed an acquired evolution, which is the same as the Second Awakening of his Body Martial Soul. From the initial wooden spear, he has evolved into the current Mystic Iron Spear, which weighs 181 jin. It was with this Xuan Mystic Iron Spear that he fought his way into the finals, defeating those Divine Seal System professionals, Demon Race, and Soul Master who wielded Knight Sword, staffs, and daggers. Compared with his peers, he can definitely be considered a strongman.

This is also why Beast Spirit have an advantage in the early stages.

Once Soul Master with Beast Spirit Martial Soul Possession...

One can directly receive the physical enhancement from the Martial Soul.

Soul Master with Weapon Spirit can only slowly build up their strength or practice their skills. Otherwise, if they thrust their spear forward, a Soul Master Soul Master with Beast Spirit could grab the spear shaft and pull them towards him. At worst, the spear would fall out of his hand, and he wouldn't be able to fight back.

As for weapons like spears...

One hundred and eighty-one jin is enough.

Moreover, it also has the added benefit of Soul Skill.

The fact that his hands were shattered by the impact shows that the young man wielding the knife was incredibly strong, and the broad-backed longsword in his hand was also extremely heavy, which allowed him to force his opponent back with a single swing.

Therefore, it is not difficult to see.

The young man wielding the knife had also practiced a body-refining technique.

As is widely known, only Blue Tyrant Academy and its affiliated systems possess this secret technique; even the Spirit Hall does not have a similar technique.

"Where are you from?" The young man with the knife gradually calmed down, looking at his opponent who had also recovered. Then, he introduced himself openly, while also gathering his strength. "I'm from the Star Radiance City branch..."

"Star Radiance City?"

"Never heard of it."

"From the Star Luo Empire?"

The boy with the gun frowned slightly.

He slowly raised the spear in his hand, holding it horizontally in front of him.

He saw through his opponent's little trick at a glance.

Because he also knows how to build up momentum.

It wasn't a secret within the branch school either.

Some teachers will impart their knowledge to the students.

As for the conditions for teaching, it is only if the teacher believes that you have the potential to break into the top three rankings after entering the main academy, that is, after entering the Blue Tyrant Advanced Soul Master Academy. Only then will the teacher teach you this kind of small trick that can be used in actual combat. It is a sudden and earth-shattering move. If this move is used well, it is not a problem to kill a genius of the same level. On the contrary, you must also guard against being killed by your opponent with this move.

Although such petty tricks are hardly respectable.

It is the most basic of the basics.

True masters would never stoop to using this.

According to the teacher.

In the Blue Tyrant Academy's Heaven Ranking, many students have reached the level of "effortless mastery" and "effortless mastery." A seemingly light punch may actually be a full-force strike, while a powerful punch may just be a bluff. That's what truly matters when you can apply your skills in real combat.

Building up momentum is merely a prerequisite for effortless mastery.

Therefore, whether they are classmates or not, as long as the opponent is willing to reveal details, it will be obvious at a glance. "I am from the Heaven Dou side, from the Soto Branch Academy."

"In that case, stop testing us."

"They are all the best in their respective departments."

"Show me your special skill!"

The young man holding the knife slowly closed his eyes and held the long knife upside down.

The blade slammed into the ground of the arena.

It emitted a dragon's roar.

Immediately, his eyes snapped open, and the Soul Power within his body began to circulate along a special route. His brownish pupils were instantly stained aquamarine by the Soul Power, and even aquamarine flames formed at the corners of his eyes, slowly rising. The broad-backed longsword he held upside down, under the influence of the Soul Power, let out a continuous and increasingly loud dragon roar, to the point that it condensed into a phantom dragon shadow, wandering and lingering on the blade.

An extremely powerful Blade Intent erupted from the young man.

The red glow of the setting sun soars straight to the top of the Great Soul Arena.

It even altered the celestial phenomena on a small scale.

"What a pity, it's a knife, not a sword."

Inside the private room of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin uttered a sentence in Youyou.

If it's a sword.

He's bound to try and snatch up such a promising talent.

Even if the opponent is the Spirit Hall.

It's Shrek Academy.

It is the Sun Moon Empire.

It is the Temple Alliance and the Demon Race.

He was not afraid.

Because he was confident that he could train this kid to become the second Sword Douluo, or even surpass him, to become Limit Douluo of level Level 98 or even 99. This confidence came from a swordsman.

But these two young men off the field.

One wields a knife, the other a gun.

It truly left him only able to sigh in despair.

However, among so many Title Douluo on the field, there are always some with a high degree of compatibility, like Spear Douluo, Subduing Demon Douluo, and Thousand Jun Douluo. They have sharp eyes and immediately took a liking to the boy with the spear. Watching the boy with the spear press down on the shaft with his elbow, a layer of crimson flames also burst, spread, and rose from the corner of his eyes, so that the black Mystic Iron Spear in his hand was covered with layers of red light, until wisps of flame ignited, and the fierce Path of Hegemony Spear Intent soared into the sky, contending with the boy with the knife. The desire for taking on a disciple in his eyes was so strong that it was almost bursting out.

"Please!"

The cheers from the sidelines.

The gazes of those titled Douluo.

The boy with the knife was unaffected.

The voice was clear and melodious.

It's the kind of boyish voice that hasn't gone through puberty yet.

But he already had a touch of frankness.

Kneel down, push off the ground, and drag your knife!

A long, narrow blue crack appeared on the ring!

Its momentum was like a raging torrent, accompanied by the roar of a dragon!

"Please!"

The gun-wielding boy remained as calm as ever.

Charge forward while holding down the gun.

With each step, a clear footprint appears on the ring!

Around the footprints, there were dozens of clear cracks that spread outwards!

He strode forward, his figure as swift as lightning!

The two sides are locked in a standoff.

The 100-meter distance that we had finally managed to create was gone.

Now, it only takes two seconds.

They collided violently.

"Ice Soul Dragon's Roar!"

The knife-wielding youth roared angrily.

Don't say anything like, "You don't have to mention the name of the move."

This is a fair and square competition.

It's another secret weapon, the source of my confidence.

Just like how he knew that swinging eighty-one heavy swords was not the best strategy, but still chose to swing eighty-one heavy swords.

His blade never retreats!

Even knowing it's not easy, we must forge ahead!

If you don't even believe in your own special moves, and you don't even dare to openly proclaim them, then if your opponent really dies from this move, wouldn't that leave a worthy opponent, a respected rival, with a death without peace?

If it were the other way around, it would be that you yourself die.

He died at the hands of the enemy.

At the very least, the other party should remember this knife.

Remember this move he created by combining all his knowledge and painstaking efforts.

Therefore, he stepped forward and swung his sword upward!

The longsword, imbued with the power of a dragon's roar, finally unleashed its ultimate attack at this moment. Driven by the Blade Intent, the azure dragon head rose from the ground and slashed diagonally upwards with a soaring momentum!

Fortunately, his opponents understood this as well!

"This technique is called... Spark!"

Instead of relying on the advantage of the length and distance of his spear, the boy with the gun twisted and thrust it forward, and the spearhead burst forth with brilliant light and heat, as if it were carrying a star and thrusting forward. In an instant, it struck the dragon head formed by the long sword!

At the point where the dragon's head and the starlight clashed, a wave of air exploded out in an instant!

The focus is on the point of confrontation.

Radius is ten meters.

Within a nearly elliptical area.

The metal arena had suddenly sunk a layer.

Immediately, the second layer of airflow exploded.

The starlight shone even brighter.

The dragon's roar resounded throughout the land.

The metal ground within ten meters, already subsided by the shockwave, sank even further. Fine metal powder, like sand blown by the wind, was scattered in all directions, landing on the ninety-meter-long Metal Arena that had been lifted up by the second shockwave. Like the metal fragments flying out within this area, it resembled a sandstorm, except this was a metal storm. If it were to hit a person, it would be far more deadly than a sandstorm.

Immediately, the third layer of airflow exploded.

The starlight finally pierced the dragon's head.

Even though the starlight was already at its last gasp.

Spears and swords clashed.

Inside the pillar of Soul Power that had completely collapsed and erupted.

The battle has been decided.

Although the dazzling beam of Soul Power blinded most of the audience.

This prevents them from immediately determining who has won.

But after the beam of light dissipated.

From the unconscious knife-wielding youth, the long sword that had somehow broken in two, the handsome young man kneeling on one knee, supported by his spear, and the metal ground that had seemingly fallen three feet out of thin air, it's not hard to tell who won this duel.

A thunderous roar of cheers and applause erupted from the stands. But at the same time, an inexplicable and powerful force descended from the shadows, transforming into a beam of light that was quite familiar to the audience who had witnessed the opening ceremony, and fell upon the victor!

This sudden scene stunned everyone!

Except for Ye Qingcang.

Even the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu.

He couldn't help but sit up straight.

Look at this beam of light.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and fell into deep thought.

Mu En couldn't help but stand up as well.

Hands behind his back.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor private room.

Looking down at the boy after the beam of light dissipated.

At this moment, a crossed spear appeared in the very center of the boy's forehead, and an aura unique to Deity emanated from his body. Although it was faint, it was indeed the aura of Deity, the same aura as Mu En, Bibidong, Ye Qingcang, and others!

"The God Trial Taker!"

"That's the unique mark of God Trial Taker!"

Someone in the crowd shouted those words.

It expressed what everyone felt.

The scene was completely engulfed in a frenzied atmosphere.

I witnessed the birth of a God Trial Taker.

They were fortunate enough to witness such a scene, one that deserves to be recorded in history.

Countless people shouted themselves hoarse at that moment.

And it all began from this moment.

Who in the world doesn't know you!

"Although this is just the beginning," Ye Qingcang slowly took a sip of his drink, looked up at the sky as if addressing the gods, and smiled slightly, "It's still a very good start..."