Boom!
The powerful punch pierced the air, shattering it and producing a long-lasting buzzing sound. A flash of lightning illuminated the entire space.
After smashing another opponent who had just entered the Tier Seven, the clouds and mist churned before him, revealing a completely new environment.
The space, which was originally only a few hundred meters in diameter, has been enlarged dozens of times.
Several mountain peaks stand tall, streams flow, wild animals roam, and flowers and plants abound, creating a dramatically different environment.
And all of these are formed from pure, extremely pure energy.
A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves and branches of the flowers and grass, making them sway slightly—every movement seemed like a real scene.
No new adversary has appeared yet. Lancelot crouched down, reached out and plucked a few wild grasses, then sniffed the roots and stems. The fresh scent of grass mixed with the earthy smell filled his nostrils.
Knead the clay again, and both its feel and appearance are incredibly realistic. Every blade of grass, every tree, every piece of land and rock is even more real than the outside world.
"This Demigod stone sword is at least of Legend quality; otherwise, it couldn't possibly simulate such a realistic scene," Lancelot thought to himself.
In his previous life, he also wielded a Demigod, but that equipment couldn't achieve the current situation. The further he progressed, the greater the difference in quality between each piece of equipment became.
"This sword, even High-Rank Demigod would probably have to avoid its edge."
After a sigh, Lancelot stood up, for his opponent had appeared.
This is a Transcendent being of the Sword Saint class, dressed in black combat gear, carrying a longsword, with a cold and stern face and an imposing aura.
Lancelot lowered his fists, sized up the person in front of him, and was in no hurry to make a move.
After a series of fierce battles, he rarely rested. No matter how energetic he was, such high-intensity exertion caused his physical strength to decline noticeably. Although it didn't significantly affect his combat power, he still had many challenges to overcome, so every little bit of effort he could put in was precious.
Lancelot remained calm, but the swordsman on the other side launched the first attack.
With a single sword cry, the scene was enveloped in sword light, and a huge, bright Mingyue rose from between the mountain peaks.
The moonlight, like a ribbon of silk, swept across the landscape, transforming into a storm of silvery-white swords that sliced mountains, shrubs, and rocks into particles invisible to the naked eye.
The shockwave swept across, instantly turning the flat land into a landscape of ravines and ruins.
The beautiful Mingyue had now become a deadly trap, its attacks Berserk and relentless, penetrating every crevice like mercury seeping into the ground. Compared to the 400th-level swordsman, this swordsman's strength had clearly reached a new level.
"Good!"
Faced with this attack, Lancelot was not alarmed but delighted. He shouted and threw a punch.
His speed Unrivaled, his fists crackling with electricity, instantly forming hundreds or even thousands of black and blue fist shadows, like thunderbolts exploding, fierce and powerful, colliding and eroding each other with the storm of sword blades.
The two sides were locked in a fierce struggle, like a needle against a wheat awn, or thunder against a storm.
The terrifying aftershocks of the battle spread out in layers, leaving a large part of the battlefield in a state of chaos.
At High-Rank Transcendent, they already possessed considerable destructive power, and their battle fully demonstrated this.
Lancelot's fist moved at will, unleashing a variety of combat techniques in turn, including the Strong Fist, Hadoken, Flash Step, and Confinement Shackles. He became a blur, leaping and bounding through the entire battle space. To ordinary people, it was no different from teleportation.
The exhilarating battle made Lancelot reluctant to stop.
However, to avoid unnecessary physical exertion, he reluctantly used his Primordial Qi Tyrant Body to catch the black-clad swordsman off guard, shattering his head with a single punch and ending the battle.
"Phew!~"
With his chest heaving, breathing heavily, and sweating profusely, Lancelot felt a sense of complete relaxation. His previously somewhat unstable genetic chains had been thoroughly stabilized through these battles, making him feel grounded from the inside out.
After resting for a while, Lancelot continued his journey.
This time, he actually ran into someone he knew.
Student Council Vice President, Beaufort.
The projected image of Beaufort was dressed in a loose-fitting dark combat suit, with his hands hanging naturally at his sides. His eyes were bright and piercing, and one could vaguely see strange patterns writhing beneath his skin.
"Tsk, I didn't expect to be able to spar with Senior Beaufort now. It'll be a good opportunity to test his skills."
Lancelot smiled faintly, moved swiftly, and launched an attack.
"Lancelot has reached level 407..."
"408 already, is there any limit to his combat power? And his stamina is just too abundant!"
Outside the Holy Sword Stairway, a growing crowd had gathered, with even more students who had heard the news coming to watch the spectacle.
Just then, a loud shout rang out, "The vice dean is here, along with all the department heads."
Upon hearing this, everyone quickly turned around to look.
The crowd parted in the middle, with Louis leading the way, followed by many school leaders, and at the very back were students from the three major colleges: Infinity, Radiant Sun, and others.
"Look, isn't that Curse Realm Gosdo? Our year's Joint Entrance Examination champion joined Infinity Academy. It's said that his Ability Energy potential is extremely high, and he's already very close to SSS." A second-year female student pointed at the buzz-cut youth in the group, and her words attracted a lot of attention.
Gosdo remained calm; he had seen this kind of scene many times before, and it was nothing surprising to him.
Arriving before the two white jade pillars, Louis and the others stopped, their eyes scanning the surroundings before they quickly spotted Lancelot's name.
"That kid hasn't come out yet?" Louis asked in surprise.
"They've already reached level 408! That's way beyond the combat power of someone just entering the Tier Seven, isn't it?"
"Hmm, barely reaching the Lower Tier Seven, I reckon he won't be able to hold on much longer."
The school leaders whispered among themselves.
The students behind them couldn't wait any longer and filed into the Holy Sword Stairway.
Gosdo walked in unhurriedly.