Passing the Trial

As time passed, Gold's strength slowly increased, until he had even begun to surpass Luo Feng. Luo Feng had gone from feigning a disadvantage to truly being on the defensive.

I need to hold out for ten thousand eras, so I have to grow stronger. Gold is the perfect sparring partner to help me improve quickly. Luo Feng had figured it out.

Gold's attacks were already formidable, and his defense was just as flawless.

He could even spot and exploit many of the flaws in Luo Feng's moves with ease. An opponent with such insight far surpassed Luo Feng in that regard—he could practically serve as Luo Feng's teacher.

So Luo Feng no longer intended to hold anything back. He unleashed his full repertoire of blade techniques to put them to the test.

They clashed again and again.

Boom!

Their blades met, unleashing a violent storm.

Luo Feng was driven back over a hundred million kilometers, while Gold stood like a god of war, retreating only a few hundred kilometers. The gap between them had already grown that vast.

Had it not been for Luo Feng's powerful divine body and seamless defense, he would likely have lost already.

Facing this golden warrior reminded Luo Feng of World Beast Mohe, whom he had encountered back in the Universe Ocean. This was the greatest pressure he had felt since arriving on the Origin Continent.

Terrifyingly powerful in close combat and immune to soul attacks—this was a combat puppet. No wonder it had been chosen to guard the trial.

Only one year remains before the ten-thousand-era limit. Over these nearly ten thousand eras, I've long since comprehended the metal origin profound mystery, and my strength has improved, too. Yet I'm still no match for him.

As Luo Feng recalled his circumstances over those