120: Ordinary people VS second-level warriors?

One o'clock in the deep night.

Xiao Yuwei's private jet landed at the Western Command Center.

The cabin door opened, and she stepped down the gangway with her long legs.

The atmosphere of the entire base instantly became solemn.

The secretary who came to greet her unconsciously held her breath.

"Where is Lin Qianqian?"

"In, in Data Room B..." the secretary replied, lowering her head.

Before she finished speaking, Xiao Yuwei had already brushed past her, and the on-duty personnel on both sides bowed their heads and retreated, as if an invisible barrier surrounded her.

When she pushed open the door to the data room, Lin Qianqian was bending over, tidying files.

Hearing the sound, she suddenly looked up and couldn't help but frown when she saw who it was.

Xiao Yuwei walked directly to the central control panel, crossing her long legs as she sat in the leather swivel chair.

"Pull up the list of Third-Order Martial Masters and above in the Western Military Region, and all the information on the ten Martial Alliance Associations in the west."

"You have thirty seconds."

Lin Qianqian snorted coldly, "You came all this way in the middle of the night just to look at these files?"

"Does Su Lei know you're so... diligent?"

Xiao Yuwei slowly raised her eyes, her tone suddenly turning cold.

"Who allowed you to ask questions? Pay attention to your status, Assistant Lin."

Lin Qianqian unconsciously took half a step back, but then straightened her back: "Without Su Lei's authorization, I have no right..."

"Are you questioning my decision?"

Xiao Yuwei suddenly took a step forward, the distance between them so close that they could smell each other's breath.

Lin Qianqian's Adam's apple bobbed, but she still stubbornly raised her head: "I must see him in person."

Her words were cut off by an icy voice before she could finish.

"Su Lei's information has been classified as the highest secret of the west by me."

"You have no right to ask."

A sense of oppression washed over her.

The control room was dead silent.

Lin Qianqian's face turned from red to white, and finally, with trembling fingers, she entered the command.

Xiao Yuwei sat back in her chair, as if the previous conflict had never happened.

Over the next fifteen minutes, she quickly scanned the data, occasionally circling a name in red.

"Transfer these twenty people to the Kunlun Secret Realm to be responsible for security work."

She suddenly broke the silence, tapping her finger to separately list the information of six Martial Alliance Association presidents.

"Invite them in my name to a meeting tomorrow in Beiliang City; the meeting's topic is the strategic restructuring of western Martial Dao resources."

Lin Qianqian finally couldn't help but say, "Such a hasty transfer will likely cause..."

"Execute the order." Xiao Yuwei interrupted her, her voice leaving no room for doubt.

"As for you... stay at headquarters tomorrow. Be ready for my instructions at any time."

...Meanwhile, inside the Trial Tower.

After encountering several more long-eared rabbits, Su Lei stood before an upward staircase, his breathing slightly hurried, and his clothes soaked with sweat.

Although, relying on his Grandmaster-level combat awareness, these low-level exotic beasts couldn't harm him, the combat process was fraught with danger, and any mistake could lead to severe injury or death.

Su Lei's gaze was sharp as he looked at the upward staircase before him.

"It seems the first floor is passed. I wonder what the next floor will be like..."

The moment he stepped onto the staircase leading to the second floor, the surrounding scenery suddenly twisted and changed like water ripples.

After a dazzling flash of white light, Su Lei found himself standing in the center of a spacious Dao hall.

Calligraphy works with the character "Martial" hung on the surrounding walls, and a solemn atmosphere permeated the entire space.

Su Lei vigilantly scanned his surroundings, his muscles tensed.

The paper door opposite slowly slid open, and a middle-aged man in a white Dao uniform walked out.

His temples bulged high, and the knuckles of his hands were thick.

"Trial participant."

"I am a Second-Order Martial Artist, and I am the one who will test you on this floor."

Su Lei narrowed his eyes.

A Second-Order Martial Artist, ordinarily he wouldn't even consider him.

But now, having lost all his power, this was definitely a tricky opponent.

"Rules?"

The man assumed a starting stance, "Don't get knocked down within the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn."

As his words fell, a wisp of green smoke slowly rose from the incense burner in the corner of the Dao hall.

Su Lei took a deep breath and adopted a defensive posture.

"Begin!"

No sooner had he spoken than the man charged forward like a ghost.

Su Lei only felt a blur before his eyes, and a sharp hand-knife was already cutting towards his throat!

He barely managed to turn his head to dodge, but the strong wind still scraped his cheek painfully.

"Bang!"

Excruciating pain shot through his blocking arm, and Su Lei staggered back three steps.

The strength of a Second-Order Martial Artist far exceeded his imagination; every collision felt like being struck by an iron hammer.

The man attacked, his figure like lightning, a hand-knife aimed directly at Su Lei's throat.

Su Lei sidestepped, while simultaneously forming his right hand into a claw, counter-gripping the opponent's wrist.

The two rapidly exchanged blows in the center of the Dao hall, the sound of fists and feet colliding echoing in the empty hall.

Sweat dripped continuously from Su Lei's chin.

Even though he predicted the direction of the opponent's attack, his body couldn't react in time.

Even if he accurately blocked every attack, the opponent's strength was astonishingly powerful.

In a short moment, his arm was already numb and Loss of consciousness.

Speed, strength, stamina... he was at an absolute disadvantage in all aspects!

"I can't go head-to-head... I must find a weakness."

Time passed by, minute by minute, and the incense in the burner had already burned more than halfway.

Su Lei's breathing grew heavier, but his eyes became sharper.

Finally, at the moment the opponent's spinning kick missed, he caught that fleeting opportunity—

"Now!"

He suddenly bent down and charged forward, an elbow strike accurately hitting an Acupoints on the opponent's waist.

The Martial Artist grunted, and his movements briefly faltered.

Su Lei seized the opportunity, a series of fluid Moves forcing the opponent back several steps.

The Martial Artist suddenly stopped his attack, cupped his fists, and bowed.

"Time's up."

"Congratulations on passing the second test."

The Martial Artist suddenly withdrew his stance, the disdain in his eyes replaced by admiration.

Su Lei collapsed to the ground, his arms trembling uncontrollably.

In the incense burner, the last wisp of green smoke slowly dissipated.

As the Martial Artist's figure slowly disappeared, three ancient treasure chests suddenly appeared before him, each carved with different patterns.

The treasure chest on the left was carved with patterns of Meridian circulation, the middle treasure chest was carved with various Martial Moves, and the right treasure chest was a relief of a sharp sword.

Su Lei frowned slightly, his gaze shifting between the three treasure chests.

He reached out and pressed on the Cultivation Technique treasure chest on the left.

The treasure chest opened with a sound, and a golden light instantly vanished into his glabella.

"Boom—"

A complete Cultivation Technique automatically appeared in his mind—the "Basic Body Forging Art."

This was the most common and basic D-rank Cultivation Technique in the Martial Dao world; almost all Martial Artists Cultivate it when they begin, and he was no exception.

But at this moment, he suddenly had a deeper understanding of this Cultivation Technique, with no secrets left to it.

"So that's how it is..."

Su Lei's lips curled into a bitter smile.

It took him three months of scrambling on the battlefield to get started back then, and another year to barely reach the Second-Order.

Only now did he understand that the joint swelling and pain that kept him awake at night back then were actually due to miscalculating the rhythm of the Qi and blood circulation in three key areas... Immediately after, this golden light transformed into a warmth that flowed through his limbs and bones.

He could clearly feel his Qi and blood surging at an astonishing speed.

This was definitely not a simple energy infusion, but rather the direct materialization of a year's worth of Cultivation Technique practice?!

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