125: Chapter 125 Li Wen, Unparalleled Spiritual Sense!

Chapter 125: Li Wen, Peerless Spiritual Sense!

"The sixth round begins."

King Chu He's voice remained calm, but the pressure everyone felt seemed to have grown heavier.

Inside the dozen or so laser cages, the few remaining participants, including Li Wen, instantly had their nerves stretched to the absolute limit.

They knew that they were about to face an even more terrifying barrage of fire, which would determine their final rating and ranking.

The bullets in the sixth round were even faster, leaving barely more than afterimages.

Just a few seconds after firing, someone was hit and eliminated.

However, even these rapid bullets still showed a clear trajectory in Li Wen's "eyes."

Soon, the sixth round ended.

Only three people remained on the field: Li Wen, Du Yun, and Fang Chenghong.

"The seventh round begins!"

King Chu He's voice was as peaceful as before, but the hint of undisguised admiration contained within it rippled through the hearts of all the Marquis-level Experts, like stones tossed into a calm lake.

In the history of Kindling University assessments, those who could survive the sixth round were often rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, yet this session actually produced three such individuals.

On the main stage, the interest of the Marquis-level Divine Demons was completely ignited, their gazes focusing on the three figures remaining in the arena.

"The Du Family kid has the most solid Foundation. His Physical Body and Spirit have both been tempered to be extremely stable. He is the safest in this round," a Marquis-level Expert familiar with the Du Family asserted confidently.

"Brother Fang's junior, having returned from Crimson Flame Star, has extraordinary experiences and knowledge, and his Foundation is also profound; he should not be underestimated," another person said, looking towards the Marquis from the Fang Family with approval.

"It's that Li Wen—"

Their gazes swept over Li Wen. The Divine Thoughts of several Marquis-level Experts had long since discerned his fundamentals: "His Physical Body just broke through Rank 10. Among the three aspects—Muscles, Bones, and Qi and Blood—he is the weakest. To cross the hurdle of the sixth round is indeed not easy. However, the speed in this seventh round is even faster. His Physical Body is likely to drag down that transcendent Spiritual Sense of his. This round—this might be his limit."

"Indeed, being able to reach this stage supported only by an Elementary Martial Artist's Physical Body is proof of astonishing innate Spiritual Sense. His Heart-Nature score of 190 steps is superb, and his strength and technique are not bad either. This child's potential is certainly worth taking seriously."

After three consecutive assessments, the traits displayed by Li Wen caused the views of these discerning Marquis-level Experts to gradually shift from initial surprise to undisguised appreciation.

The crowd held its breath, all eyes fixed on the three figures.

"Whoosh—!"

The gun barrels hissed silently; the bullets of the seventh round had already been fired.

Their speed far surpassed the sixth round; the sound had not yet reached their ears before the deadly afterimages were upon them!

Du Yun and Fang Chenghong instantly gave up on visual tracking. Chasing them with only their eyes was now a fantasy.

Both of them closed their eyes in unison, their brows tightly furrowed, every muscle in their bodies tense as bowstrings, their entire focus sinking into the vast ocean of Spiritual Sense.

Relying on that ethereal yet real premonition of life and death, they executed extreme evasions within millimeters.

"Pfft~!"

After a brief stalemate, only two minutes passed.

A light sound signaled that a bullet had finally torn through the last sliver of space Fang Chenghong desperately tried to evade.

He abruptly opened his eyes, looking at the nearly imperceptible white spot on his chest, a deep sense of unwillingness and a weary relief flashing in his eyes.

Eliminated!

Thus, only two people remained on the field—Li Wen and Du Yun.

"Li Wen is still holding on?!"

An unbelievable gasp erupted from the crowd below.

The youth with the lowest Physical Body Rank had actually withstood the terrifying baptism of the seventh round.

One minute later, the warning light screen signaling the end of the seventh round lit up.

The energy pillars representing Li Wen and Du Yun still stood stubbornly inside the laser cages.

"They really—they are monsters! We couldn't even last through the fifth round, yet they passed the seventh."

The "Brother Wang" who had recognized Li Wen in the lobby of the Lan Xing Ge Hotel gaped, his eyes vacant, as if his worldview had been overturned.

"That strong?"

Fang Chenghong stood in the elimination zone, looking at the two figures in the cages, especially Li Wen, feeling a complex mix of emotions.

He was also a Prodigy among his peers on Crimson Flame Star and thought he could claim the top spot upon returning to Blue Star. Only now did he truly grasp what it meant when they said, "There is always someone better."

Especially Li Wen; his Physical Body was clearly the weakest of the three, yet he managed to pass the finish line of the seventh round purely on the strength of his unbelievable Spiritual Sense talent.

Not far from Fang Chenghong, Ron Zaka's face had turned so grim it almost seemed capable of dripping water.

As the Genius who broke through to the Momentum Realm earliest this session, he was arrogant and habitually placed himself above everyone else.

However, the three assessments today were like three loud slaps, brutally shattering all his pride.

He was crushed by Du Yun in the strength test, couldn't even catch sight of Li Wen's back in the Heart-Nature test, and now, even his much-vaunted Spiritual Sense perception paled in comparison to Li Wen's.

He—he couldn't even compare to a mere Elementary Martial Artist from a remote small county.

The drop in status in that instant was like a giant abyss, completely swallowing all the confidence and arrogance in his heart.

"The Spiritual Sense talent of these two little fellows can both be called astonishingly peerless," the Marquis-level Experts on the main stage exclaimed with surprise.

"Li Wen especially so. It seems he possesses an innate sharp Divine Soul, resulting in extraordinary Spiritual Sense. It's a pity he was held back by his Physical Body this time; otherwise, his score would only be better."

"This child's potential is immense; he is absolutely worth cultivating with all our might!" The appreciative glint in the eyes of many Marquis-level Experts grew even brighter.

"Eighth round,"

King Chu He's voice was exceptionally clear in the silent grand hall. His gaze swept over Li Wen and Du Yun, pausing for a moment on Li Wen, "Hold on as long as you can. The longer the better."

This instruction, carrying expectation, was already a recognition of the highest order.

"Buzz!"

The sound of the gun barrels vibrating the air had not fully dissipated before the bullets of the eighth round erupted.

"Swish, swish, swish—!"

Unlike the whistling sounds of previous rounds, the sound of these bullets tearing through the air carried a sharp, tearing sensation.

—

The speed of the bullets had suddenly increased by more than one entire level.

Every single one transformed into a faint glimmer that the naked eye could not possibly track, like a sudden storm, carrying terrifying penetration power.

They instantly wove two nets of destruction enveloping the two individuals. Their density and speed almost surpassed the limit of what a Momentum Realm Martial Artist's Spiritual Sense could capture.

Du Yun's expression suddenly tightened, veins faintly visible on his forehead.

Even with his eyes tightly shut, his brow was etched with deep lines due to excessive mental concentration.

The muscles around his body bulged. Relying on his astonishing combat instinct and powerful Spiritual Sense warnings, he dodged frantically in the gaps between the rain of bullets.

His movements were still exquisite, but the amplitude of every dodge was smaller, and every evasion was more perilous.

In just a few dozen seconds!

Just as Du Yun forcefully twisted his body, narrowly avoiding several tricky bullets from the left, a bullet that seemed to appear out of thin air from his right rear blind spot, with a bizarre angle and malicious timing, finally pierced the last tiny gap in his Spiritual Sense warning.

"Puff!"

A crisp, heart-stopping impact sound rang out.

Du Yun's body shook violently, and his movement stiffened.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling the slight numbness in his lower back. Looking up, he could only see the elimination red light faintly glowing on the top of his cage.

Defeated!

Sweat rolled down his sharply contoured cheeks, carrying a hint of breath that had not yet completely subsided.

Du Yun's gaze fell across the transparent barrier of the laser cage onto the figure still moving in the other cage not far away.

His two thick, sword-like eyebrows were tightly knitted, his eyes filled with extreme shock and incomprehension.

"He can—he can still hold on?!"

The pride in his heart had never truly disappeared; it was just deeply internalized under his Family's strict teachings and his own restraint.

When he saw Ron Zaka acting ostentatiously, he only viewed him as a clown, because he knew that true strength needed to bloom at the most crucial moment, and he would achieve stunning success then.

However, at this moment, this youth from the small place of Qingshi County had displayed talent in the two core Domains of Heart-Nature and Spiritual Sense that surpassed his cognitive limits.

Just as Du Yun's thoughts raced, the light screen representing the end of the eighth round finally lit up.

In the entire vast and magnificent Jian Xin Hall, only one laser cage remained standing firmly.

Li Wen stood alone in the arena, unharmed!

"Pass—passed? He really—he passed the eighth round?!"

Du Yun's pupils contracted sharply, a monstrous wave surging in his heart.

An Elementary Martial Artist, in a Spiritual Sense assessment, actually withstood the eighth round that even he, a Genius whose name could contend for the Peak on the blue star youth platinum ranking, could not endure?!

What kind of Heaven-Defying Spiritual Sense did that require?! Innate Spiritual Sense? No, this had completely surpassed the scope that "talent" could explain.

"An Elementary Martial Artist's Physical Body—cleared the eighth round?!"

"How many years has it been since such a sight was seen?!"

"Such terrifying Spiritual Sense—when this child condenses his Primordial Spirit in the future, it will likely be a smooth path. He probably won't even encounter Bottlenecks or hurdles, right?"

"Right now—I just want to know where his limit truly lies."

A Marquis-level Expert couldn't help but direct his gaze towards the center of the main stage.

The Marquis-level Divine Demons on the main stage had their admiration completely replaced by utter shock and unconcealed inquiry.

Their Divine Thoughts intertwined and collided, filled with endless curiosity about Li Wen's ultimate potential.

Under the convergence of all gazes, King Chu He spoke calmly, a trace of undetectable fluctuation in his tone: "Ninth round, begin."

"Whoosh—!!!"

Before the sound arrived, the ninth round's bullets were already upon them!

The speed had actually soared again, based on the despair-inducing level of the eighth round.

That was not a bullet; it was more like billions of death rays annihilating everything, launching from the Void Realm, instantly filling the entire space where Li Wen was located.

Light, air, and even time seemed to be instantly solidified and compressed, then mercilessly pierced and torn by those faint glimmers that surpassed the limits of visual capture.

Every bullet carried the power and speed sufficient to easily tear apart the defenses of ordinary Advanced Martial Artists.

They were completely without pattern, coming from all directions—up, down, left, and right—at the most tricky angles and the most bizarre time differences, forming a net of destruction that completely severed all paths to survival.

This was no longer a test; it was a killing blow!

It was the ultimate chasm surpassing the comprehension range of Elementary Martial Artists and even ordinary Momentum Realm Martial Artists.

Below the stage, Fang Chenghong, Du Yun, and the others' pupils suddenly shrunk to the size of pinpricks, even their breathing halting.

Ron Zaka's face turned deathly pale, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

They could not imagine surviving even one-tenth of a second under such an attack if they were in that position.

However, at the core of the destructive storm—a storm sufficient to deeply move even the Marquis-level Divine Demons—the faint, ceaselessly flowing golden light in Li Wen's eyes suddenly flared brightly.

"Absolute Focus IV9" activated to the extreme! He did not close his eyes.

Deep within those pupils covered by golden light, the surrounding violent and chaotic space seemed to be instantly analyzed and reconstructed.

The countless deadly beams flying around, which were too fast to even capture as afterimages, under his Primordial Spirit Perception amplified to its zenith—

Their trajectories, speeds, intersection points, and potential dead angles—were actually connected, marked, and predicted by countless invisible calculation threads.

Li Wen moved!

The amplitude of his movements was smaller than ever before.

Every dodge was precisely within millimeters, enough to make one's scalp tingle.

A slight tilt of the head, a slight drop of the shoulder, a slight bend of the knee, a slight tap of the toe—every subtle, almost imperceptible movement perfectly allowed those deadly destructive rays to graze his coat hem, the tips of his hair, the tips of his shoes, and even the turbulent air as he passed.

He was no longer simply "dodging" bullets; he was performing an extremely precise Dance of Death composed on the edge of destruction.

It was an "Art of Trajectory Evasion" so exquisite it was impossible to replicate, supported by transcendent Spiritual Sense and powerful Primordial Spirit calculation ability.

Ten seconds! Twenty seconds! Thirty seconds!

The entire Jian Xin Hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the Geniuses, all the Experts, stared intently, holding their breath.

Their gazes were locked onto the single cage.

The miracle unfolding inside was challenging the boundaries of their understanding.

Just as Li Wen, relying on his powerful Primordial Spirit Perception, evaded a wave of extremely tricky, dense firing, completing a dizzying sequence of continuous evasive turns and maneuvers within a small range—

"That's enough."

King Chu He's calm voice, imbued with supreme majesty, suddenly rang out.

Buzz!

The laser cage instantly dissipated.

The impenetrable net of destruction abruptly ceased, as if choked by an invisible giant hand.

Li Wen maintained his final sideways posture, breathing slightly, his face a little pale.

The intense mental exhaustion far exceeded the load on his Physical Body. Fine beads of sweat on his forehead finally gathered and slid down.

The golden light flowing in his eyes receded like a tide, revealing eyes that had returned to tranquility.

He took a deep breath, slowly straightened his body. His breathing was slightly rapid, but his gaze was clear and firm as he deeply bowed towards the main stage.

This composure stemmed from the confidence brought by strength, but even more so from the fact that under extreme pressure, he seemed to have captured a trace of the profound trajectory of progress in his control over Primordial Spirit Power.

After a brief, suffocating silence.

Immediately, the entire Jian Xin Hall erupted!

"Stop—stopped?!"

"Passed—passed the ninth round?!"

"My God! How—how did he do it?!"

"An Elementary Martial Artist's Physical Body withstood the ninth round?! This—how is this possible?!"

Shock, horror, ecstasy, confusion, reverence—countless complex emotions intertwined on the faces of the three thousand-plus Prodigies.

Ron Zaka's body trembled slightly, his tightly clenched fists showing white knuckles.

The humiliation of being crushed in three consecutive tests and the figure of that youth from Qingshi County bathing in the spotlight now felt like poisonous thorns stabbing into his heart.

Du Yun took a deep breath. Looking at Li Wen, the last trace of doubt in his eyes was completely crushed, replaced by unprecedented solemnity and a hint—a hint of respect from a peer for a stronger individual?

He finally understood that the restrained sharpness he prided himself on seemed so pale in the face of this absolute innate talent and strength.

On the main stage, all the Marquis-level Experts had long lost their composure.

In the depths of King Chu He's eyes, which were as calm as an abyss, flashed a trace of undetectable admiration.

He raised his hand, suppressing the clamor of the hall. His voice, like a great bell, contained supreme will, announcing the final result: "Spiritual Sense Assessment Result: Li Wen persisted through nine complete rounds. Evaluation: Peerless!"

"Peerless?!"

The cries of astonishment almost overturned the dome of the grand hall.

These two words boomed in the depths of everyone's minds like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens.

This was the highest talent evaluation that Kindling University had not issued in nearly ten years, representing recognition from the sequence of supreme talents of the Human Federation.

King Chu He's voice continued to sound, every word weighing a thousand pounds: "Li Wen, your talent in the Dao of Spiritual Sense—is supreme, a rarity unseen in a century. I hope you will strive forward and live up to such aptitude."

.

The entire space froze for a moment.

"Student Li Wen thanks King Chu He for his instruction and will certainly not fail the trust placed in me."

Li Wen's spirit surged. He suppressed his turbulent emotions and responded respectfully.

He knew that starting from this moment, his Martial Dao path would lead to a vast, unprecedented world.

The gates of the Xinhuo Sacred Hall had swung open for him, and beyond those doors awaited the sea of stars.