The man sat at the top of the tower, although not exuding any aura, he possessed the deanor of reaching the pinnacle and being unmatched.
Without fighting, he had already passed; who else could possess this privilege?
Everyone was envious at heart, believing that this ti during the Junior Officer selection, it’s almost certain that the Witch King will erge victorious.
Perhaps Wu Ma and Wu Youlan might have so chances, but the prospect is not significant; it’s hard for them to shake the Witch King.
As for the other super geniuses, their chances are extrely slim, almost negligible.
Lin Feng, ascending the stairs, quickly arrived in the space of the Second Layer.
The space of the Second Layer was no different from the First, except it was more spacious, seemingly tens of thousands of miles across.
In mid-air, Wu Ling’s projection was already waiting for him.
Swish!
Lin Feng’s body soared, flying into the sky to confront the opponent head-on.
"Able to reach the Second Layer; truly only a genius in our clan can manage this!" Wu Ling’s projection spoke with an indifferent tone, devoid of any emotional color.
Lin Feng was surprised by what he heard; does this projection possess consciousness?
But after a close examination, he dismissed the thought. Wu Ling’s projection was expressionless, eyes lifeless, essentially devoid of consciousness, perhaps possessing only a basic battle instinct.
"Slash!"
Lin Feng showed no interest in conversing with a projection, imdiately testing out a slash; the sword light dazzled, demon power surged, directly striking at Wu Ling’s projection.
Rumble!
Wu Ling’s projection counterattacked, similarly pointing a finger, launching a similarly powerful finger light.
This finger was evidently more powerful, the mighty finger strength ford a column of light with a diater of several dozen ters, rapidly rotating, its force overwhelming.
The column of light swiftly t Lin Feng’s sword qi; its overwhelming power roared like a giant angry dragon across the sky.
The next instant, sword qi and the light column fiercely collided.
Boom!
With a thunderous explosive sound, sword qi and the light column exploded, sweeping powerful energy everywhere.
"Remarkable indeed!" Lin Feng was sowhat surprised; a projection with five-tenths strength is overwhelmingly stronger than one with three-tenths strength.
But this is not sufficient to halt his progress.
"Die!"
Lin Feng shouted fiercely, as demonic qi surged violently, forming billowing smoke, showcasing his strongest cultivation power.
The longsword in his hand transford into a pitch-black demon sword, its powerful sword light erupting to a hundred ters, sword power towering.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!
Sword light flashed explosively, sword qi shot forth, overwhelmingly rushing toward Wu Ling’s projection.
This ti, Lin Feng even utilized Guo Jianqing’s longsword battle soul, enhancing the sword’s power, with its sharp aura instantly crushing the surrounding space within a thousand miles.
This strike was Lin Feng’s fatal blow; a re five-tenths strength projection could be slain in an instant.
Facing the overwhelming sword qi, Wu Ling’s projection thrust both palms forward, unleashing a series of gigantic handprints.
The handprints, like enormous mountains, dashed out, shaking the heavens and earth.
Mountain-like handprints crossed the void, their surging power akin to a vast ocean, unfathomably deep.
Boom, boom, boom!!
In an instant, countless sword qi slashed onto the gigantic mountain-like handprints, incessantly sounding thunderous booms.
A plethora of handprints were torn apart, the overwhelming sword qi unstoppable, engulfing Wu Ling’s projection in an instant.
Soon after, as the sword qi dissipated, everything returned to tranquility, Wu Ling’s projection vanished.
Lin Feng slightly shook his head; although the projection claid to possess five-tenths strength of Wu Ling, it truly fell far short of that.
Because despite the projection’s power, it was too rigid, knowing nothing about flexibility, utterly incapable of adapting in real-ti like a genuine Martial Artist, maximizing its true combat strength.
Without the combat awareness of a true Martial Artist, only brute force remains, trivial at best.
Moreover, a projection is ultimately a projection, without the force of the battle soul, its strength is severely reduced.
Subsequently, an ancient staircase appeared in front, and Lin Feng flashed onto the stairs, heading to the Third Layer.
At that mont, almost ninety-nine percent of the Witch Clan geniuses were eliminated; not because they weren’t strong, but because Wu Ling’s projection was exceedingly formidable.
Countless mbers of the Witch Clan gathered around the Third Layer’s pagoda, many of those eliminated displaying expressions of unwillingness.
Ah!
Just then, a sound of agony resonated; a tall Witch Clan youth spewed blood, flung out from the tower’s entrance, and landed heavily on the ground.
"It’s Wu Tong!"
"Wu Tong has been eliminated!"
"How is it possible? With Wu Tong’s strength, how could he possibly lose?"
Seeing the tall youth eliminated, there was an uproar amongst the crowd, as the youth nad Wu Tong was considered a super genius within the clan.
Although not ranked among the Junior Officer candidates, he was only slightly inferior to the super geniuses in the candidacy, yet this talent was defeated!
This left the crowd astounded, questioning if the Third Layer of the pagoda is truly so difficult to conquer?
"Wu Tong, how are you?" Imdiately, several geniuses approached, supporting Wu Tong, and asked with concern.
Wu Tong stood up, wiped away the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, noticing the resolute gazes from everyone, his expression flushed.
As one of the clan’s super geniuses, unable to even pass the Third Layer of the first tower challenge, left him humiliated.
"The Third Layer’s projection is extrely terrifying, and its combat awareness seems just like Brother Wu Ling, I can’t be blad for losing!" Taking a deep breath, Wu Tong spoke solemnly.
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