65: You call this a fourth-level martial artist?

"Assessment start!" announced the mechanical voice.

Zhao Zheng attacked first. His body moved like a phantom, instantly circling to Su Lei's flank, and a low sweep whistled toward him.

This strike was as fast as thunder, violently shattering the air; a sharp, piercing whistle echoed through the venue!

Su Lei's expression remained calm as usual.

Long before the battle began, his mental perception had already enveloped the entire test room.

Not only were the opponent's attack trajectories clearly visible, but even the subtle changes in their muscular exertion were all within his view.

The moment the opponent launched the attack, it was as if he already knew where it would land.

His whole body shifted sideways as lightly as a willow catkin.

Missing the strike, Zhao Zheng was slightly stunned, then immediately launched a second wave of attacks.

The moment Zhao Zheng attacked, Pang Hong also moved.

His figure flickered, pouncing out like a fierce tiger, his right fist slamming directly toward Su Lei's face.

This punch had no warning, yet it was extremely domineering.

The air seemed to be compressed to its limit, whipping up waves of white air currents all around!

Even Elder Ye, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but clench his fists.

But Su Lei's expression remained unchanged.

He took a half-step back with his left foot, leaning his upper body slightly backward.

The fist wind whistled past, sweeping through the entire training ground like a Category 12 hurricane.

The moment he dodged the attack, Su Lei raised his right knee, precisely blocking Pang Hong's low sweep.

"Bang!"

Amidst the dull sound of the impact, Su Lei used the momentum to backflip, landing steadily.

Pang Hong nodded slightly, "Not bad reactions."

Zhao Zheng also put away his previous look of contempt and said slowly, "But you can't win just by dodging!"

The two exchanged a glance.

The next moment.

One figure pounced like a fierce tiger, his fists striking in succession.

Wherever the fist wind passed, the air vibrated ceaselessly.

The other followed like a shadow, his leg techniques like a whip, specifically targeting Su Lei's lower body.

Countless shockwaves spread in all directions.

Thunderous sonic booms immediately resounded throughout the venue.

Even from dozens of meters away, one could feel the gusts of wind hitting their face, feeling like knife cuts.

"This kind of offensive... even a Grandmaster would find it hard to dodge it all!"

Elder Ye, watching the battle, looked terrible, unable to help but hold his breath and stare intently at the scene.

But the next moment, he suddenly widened his eyes.

Su Lei's movement technique was smooth as flowing water, constantly weaving through the gaps of the storm-like fists and kicks.

Zhao Zheng swept with a roundhouse kick; Su Lei leaned back like a bent bow, the wind from the leg grazing past the tip of his nose.

Pang Hong launched a surprise attack from behind, his palm wind like a blade.

Yet Su Lei seemed to have foreknowledge, sidestepping half a step, and the palm force grazed past his waist without even touching the corner of his clothes!

The three figures constantly crisscrossed, leaving him stunned.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

"Five minutes and zero seconds!"

The sound of the mechanical clock announcing the time suddenly pulled him back to his thoughts, and also caused the three people on the field to stop simultaneously.

The two examiners were already breathing slightly heavily, while Su Lei's breathing remained steady, his eyes terrifyingly calm.

Elder Ye looked at the field in shock, unable to speak for a long time.

Although he knew Su Lei's strength was very high and not comparable to an ordinary Fourth-Order Martial Master.

But he was facing two Grandmasters!

To not receive a single injury under the full-force attack of two Grandmasters?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed such an outrageous thing even if he died!

Pang Hong silently adjusted his breathing.

Zhao Zheng's expression was extremely gloomy.

"Kid, can you only dodge?"

Su Lei shook his head slightly, "Your speed... is too slow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zheng's pupils suddenly constricted, and veins bulged on his forehead.

As a member of the Shadow Blade organization, when had he ever been so belittled by someone?

Especially since the other party was just a young man who hadn't yet officially stepped into the Grandmaster Realm!

"Arrogant!"

Zhao Zheng's pupils constricted, and he exploded again, unleashing the "Thousand Shadow Steps".

During the sprint, he split into several afterimages, attacking Su Lei from all directions.

Each afterimage was as solid as reality, with Protective Aura wrapped around his fists and kicks that tore through the air.

At the same time, Pang Hong also completely erupted.

His already burly body expanded again, his muscles knotting like cast steel, and his top was torn into shreds.

His Protective Aura boiled around him, and his fist shadows poured down like a rainstorm!

"Rainstorm Mountain-Crushing Fist!"

Facing the all-out siege of two Grandmasters, Su Lei finally stopped purely dodging.

His eyes suddenly became sharp as a blade, and an invisible force erupted with him as the center!

"Hum!"

The air seemed to solidify.

Zhao Zheng and Pang Hong's movements suddenly became sluggish, as if they had fallen into thick mud.

"Mental Power?!"

Zhao Zheng's expression changed drastically.

Pang Hong's eyes were full of disbelief, "He is not just a Martial Master, but a Mental Cultivator?"

As members of Shadow Blade, they also knew of the existence of Mental Cultivators and what it meant.

This was a talent that might only be born in one out of a million Martial Artists, a terrifying existence capable of manipulating matter and influencing reality with their mind!

The surrounding air seemed to be constantly squeezed, and their speed became slower and slower.

Until they were less than ten meters away from Su Lei, Su Lei slowly extended his right hand.

"Mental Shock."

The next moment.

Zhao Zheng and Pang Hong simultaneously felt their brains suffer a heavy blow, their vision went black, and their movements immediately stalled.

This was a pure mental attack, acting directly on the opponent's nervous System!

"Ah!" Pang Hong let out a painful roar, clutching his head and kneeling on the ground.

Zhao Zheng was slightly better off, but he also knelt on one knee, beads of sweat the size of beans seeping from his forehead.

The staff who rushed over upon hearing the news froze at the entrance, the screens of the tablets in their hands reflecting faces of dull shock.

The pen in the hand of a female recorder clattered to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"This is impossible..."

The medical team leader swallowed hard.

A Fourth-Order Martial Master actually suppressed two Grandmasters simultaneously!

Zhao Zheng and Pang Hong gasped for air, unable to help but exchange glances.

Besides the gravity of the situation, there was an indescribable humiliation.

Zhao Zheng's tone suddenly turned cold, and his entire Aura suddenly changed.

"Kid, you do have some ability..."

"But what comes next will not be child's play!"

Pang Hong did not speak, the blood-colored eagle pattern on his chest suddenly lit up, and the Protective Aura around him boiled like flames.

"Boom!"

The two examiners simultaneously unleashed their full strength, the blue-black Protective Aura and the blood-colored Protective Aura intertwining to form a terrifying shockwave!

The floor of the entire test field instantly cracked, and the alloy walls emitted an unbearable groan!

"Are you crazy?!"

"This is an assessment, not a life-and-death battle!"

The anger in Elder Ye's eyes almost materialized.

He was just about to rush onto the field to stop them, but suddenly froze in place.

Facing the overwhelming tide of Protective Aura, Su Lei slowly raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers—

"Hum!"

A translucent silver-blue barrier suddenly expanded.

The torrent of Protective Aura crashed into the barrier, yet it was like waves hitting a reef, remaining completely unmoved!

"Mental Materialization?!"

Zhao Zheng's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and he couldn't help but curse out loud.

"You f*cking call this a Fourth-Order Martial Master?"

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