Bolan's fighting spirit, Luo Feng clears the second floor!
Meanwhile, in the trial space where Bolan was located.
Bolan, dressed in white and carrying a blood-red longsword, stood on the fifth floor of the Sixth Trial Tower.
Around him were mountains of Machine Race puppet remains.
Having just gone through a battle, Bolan habitually glanced down at the screen on his wrist.
He wanted to find out how far he was from Luo Feng's level.
However, when his gaze fell on the leaderboard...
He froze, as if struck by lightning.
Bolan stared intently at Luo Feng, who was at the top of the list, and at that long string of numbers that seemed to inspire despair.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Ten billion points? He's already entered the Seventh Trial Tower?"
Bolan, who was always arrogant and considered himself invincible among his peers.
I was deeply shocked at that moment.
From the moment he was born, he was the most dazzling genius.
Wherever she goes, she is the absolute center of attention.
Before this Peak Genius Tournament began, everyone thought he would take first place without any doubt.
He thought so too.
But now, there's this Luo Feng who appeared out of nowhere.
They completely overwhelmed him, leaving him far behind!
"That Luo Feng!"
Bolan gave a low shout.
His previously indifferent eyes now blazed with fierce fighting spirit and a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.
He never expected this.
In the Genius Battle, there was someone even more outstanding than him, and by such a large margin!
Bolan was getting anxious.
He now has only one thought: to do it as quickly as possible.
Clear the Sixth Trial Tower, then rush into the Seventh Trial Tower!
"I, Bolan, am no less than anyone else!"
"I must surpass Luo Feng and reclaim the number one spot!"
"Boom!"
Bolan's aura suddenly erupted.
He no longer held back, transforming into a white lightning bolt as he madly charged towards the sixth level.
Let's return to Luo Feng's perspective.
The Seventh Trial Tower, first floor.
Luo Feng continued his steady and methodical killing spree, maintaining his own pace.
As the last golden sword light flashed, the last Blood-Haired Mammoth crashed to the ground.
Luo Feng put away the Yan Shen Armament and took a slight breath.
Although he held an absolute advantage in the first level thanks to the power of hundreds of spatial illusions and the Yan Shen Armament.
But these ten thousand Blood-Haired Mammoth possessed the power of laws to attack.
This certainly put a lot of pressure on him.
Within Luo Feng's sea of consciousness.
Lin Mo looked at Luo Feng, who was so steady and not arrogant at all, and nodded in satisfaction.
A flash of light.
Luo Feng's figure disappeared from the first floor and entered the second floor.
When Luo Feng opened his eyes.
He found himself in a dark, damp, and even somewhat rotten swamp forest.
Luo Feng looked up; the sky was a dark green.
The towering tree's lush foliage completely blocked out all the light.
The air was filled with a pungent, fishy stench and a faint green, toxic mist.
Pale green bubbles occasionally rose from the mud beneath our feet.
Just then, a chilling, low hissing sound suddenly came from all directions.
Immediately afterwards, under Luo Feng's gaze.
One after another, enormous pythons with nine ferocious heads slowly emerged from the muddy swamp.
Or swim down from the trunks of those enormous ancient trees.
"Ten thousand demonic beasts, Nine-Headed Python."
Luo Feng's eyes narrowed, and his expression became extremely solemn.
The Blood-Haired Mammoth on the first level is a ferocious beast, possessing great strength and strong defense.
However, they are intellectually deficient and only know how to launch mindless charges in groups.
But demonic beasts are completely different.
Monsters possess intelligence that is no less than that of humans.
They know how to cooperate in battle and how to use the complex swamp and forest terrain for cover.
They are also adept at using unorthodox and insidious attacks.
In a sense, it's about dealing with ten thousand monsters that know how to cooperate.
It's several times more difficult than dealing with ten thousand charging beasts!
At this moment, they were facing these elusive pythons that only knew how to ambush.
Luo Feng dared not be careless in the slightest.
Suddenly, the Nine-Headed Python closest to Luo Feng launched an attack simultaneously.
Their long bodies shot out like lightning.
The nine heads opened their gaping maws and spewed out venom.
It swept over Luo Feng like a tidal wave.
Luo Feng dodged the attacks with a swift movement.
Immediately, he unleashed hundreds of clones.
"We can't let them surround us; we must take the initiative!"
A cold glint flashed in Luo Feng's eyes, and the dark golden Yan Shen Armament reappeared in his hand.
"Second level of the Yan Shen Armament: Sky Piercing Style!"
Luo Feng gave a low shout.
In an instant, the nine golden sword rainbows stopped in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, the nine Golden Illusion Sword rapidly overlapped and merged one by one.
The stack of Golden Illusion Sword instantly merged into one, with countless dense golden threads connecting them.
At the same time, the Golden Illusion Sword that had been formed began to shrink continuously, and the golden threads also became thinner and thinner.
In the blink of an eye, the 81 small golden swords fit together perfectly.
They formed a real golden sword that exuded a chilling aura!
"Go!"
Luo Feng's mind raced.
Hundreds of clones simultaneously controlled hundreds of real golden swords, each shooting at a different Nine-Headed Python.
The golden sword was incredibly fast, and its power was terrifyingly immense.
Although those Nine-Headed Python were cunning, they were still unable to evade the overwhelming speed and power.
One by one, the Nine-Headed Python had their skulls pierced by golden swords, letting out shrill screams as they collapsed into the swamp.
However, the number of Nine-Headed Python was simply too great.
Moreover, they are extremely cunning, constantly using the swamp terrain for cover and surprise attacks.
"Gold Domain, open!"
Luo Feng let out another low shout.
A sharp and unparalleled golden light erupted from him instantly!
It covered an area of several kilometers in radius.
Under the suppression of the Gold Domain, the speed and attack power of the Nine-Headed Python were greatly weakened.
Thus, with Luo Feng having played all his cards and gone all out...
A fierce battle unfolded in the swamp.
Nine days later.
During those nine days, Luo Feng didn't stop for a single moment.
His Spiritual Force was completely depleted, and excruciating pain kept tearing through his mind.
Blood dripped from the hem of his clothes into the muddy swamp.
At this moment, when the last golden sword pierced through the head of the last Nine-Headed Python.
The entire dark swamp forest finally returned to complete silence.
Luo Feng knelt helplessly in the muddy swamp.
He used the Yan Shen Armament to support his body with all his might.
He was breathing heavily.
Luo Feng's face was as pale as paper, and his body trembled slightly from extreme exhaustion.
"Finally beat the game."
Luo Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at his points that had surged again, a hint of weariness flashed in his eyes.
But more than anything, it was an almost obsessive excitement and determination.
At the cost of severe injuries, almost to the point of exhaustion.
He struggled through the second level of the Seventh Trial Tower!