158: Chapter 158 Breaking the School's Historical Record

Shen Qingqiu's gaze became increasingly focused.

She knew that Lin Yun had not yet emerged from that state.

The Black Light Puppet had already materialized, holding a long saber that gleamed with cold light.

Its Saber Intent was overbearing and sharp, possessing a bit more ferocity and killing intent than the White-Light Figure's Sword Qi.

However, Lin Yun still maintained that marvelous rhythm.

His movements were like a completely different person from before.

Every sword thrust seemed to have undergone the most precise calculation, not a fraction more, nor a fraction less.

Every dodge grazed exactly past the blade's edge, and even the fluttering of his robes was enough to avoid the most lethal bursts of Qi.

The Black Light Puppet's saber technique was incredibly fierce, one strike following another like a violent storm.

But in the eyes of Lin Yun, who was in the "Micro-Perception" state, this violent storm was riddled with gaps that could be exploited.

Ten moves.

Twenty moves.

Lin Yun handled it with ease, as if he were not engaged in a life-or-death struggle, but strolling through a flurry of blades.

Finally, he found that single, fleeting flaw.

Sword light flashed!

It was still a seemingly simple sword strike.

Yet it happened to catch the exact moment when the Black Light Puppet had finished a downward slash, its old force exhausted, and its new force yet to be generated.

Following the recoil of the opponent's saber momentum, he precisely struck its wrist!

The long saber flew from its hand!

The next second, the tip of his sword was already resting against its throat.

The Black Light Puppet froze, then dissipated.

【Trial Tower Sixth Floor, challenge successful, score 1 point. Current total score 6 points.】

As the prompt sounded, Lin Yun's whole body shuddered, and that mysterious sensation receded like a receding tide.

He stood holding his sword, gasping for breath, sweat rolling down his cheeks, yet a deeply satisfied smile spread across his lips.

Six points!

The sixth floor, cleared!

In the monitoring room, Shen Qingqiu slowly leaned back into her chair, a faint, yet genuine smile appearing on her face.

"Micro-Perception..." she whispered to herself, "If he can truly master it stably, this child's future..."

The other three teachers remained silent for a long time.

They had witnessed the power of "Micro-Perception" with their own eyes today.

With Second-Stage Perfection cultivation, while in the "Micro-Perception" state, he was actually able to kill a Guardian using a Profound-level Combat Technique while at a lower level, and he did it twice in a row!

That was supposed to be an unattainable Realm, yet it was displayed twice on a freshman at this moment.

The elderly teacher watched the young man on the screen, who was gasping for breath but whose eyes were frighteningly bright, and felt a complex mix of emotions.

In his seven hundred years of martial arts life, he had never touched that Realm.

Yet this young man before him, having just enrolled, had already touched that door.

"Perhaps..." he muttered, "this is the gap in talent."

The middle-aged teacher opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he just shook his head, picked up his long-cold teacup, and took a deep gulp.

The Teacher in Green asked Shen Qingqiu in a low voice: "Director Shen, do you think he... has a chance to pass the seventh floor?"

Shen Qingqiu shook her head slightly, her gaze deep: "The sixth floor is already the limit. The seventh floor... you know better than me what will appear. That he could reach this step has already far exceeded everyone's expectations. It's enough."

Her tone carried a hint of profound meaning: "After today, this name will likely spread throughout Tianshui Martial Arts University."

On the screen, Lin Yun stood in place, seemingly still savoring the state he had just been in.

That experience of controlling everything and perceiving all things was simply too wonderful, so wonderful that it made him intoxicated.

If he could always maintain that state...

He took a deep breath, suppressing the greed in his heart, and slowly cast his gaze toward the light gate leading to the seventh floor not far away.

The seventh floor... what would it be? With his current strength, how far could he go? His curiosity grew wildly.

Although his reason told him that the sixth floor was already the limit and that the seventh floor was likely a death sentence.

But that urge to "take a look" ultimately overcame his reason.

Anyway, it was a virtual world; if he died, he would just restart. What was there to fear?

Lin Yun strode into the light gate!

The seventh floor.

The scene remained the same, but as soon as Lin Yun stepped in, he felt a pressure that was almost tangible rushing toward him.

It was more than ten times stronger than the sixth floor!

White light converged.

A figure slowly formed.

Unlike the previous Guardians, this White-Light Figure was surrounded by almost tangible light, as if it were a giant of light.

Just standing there, it gave one a sense of immovable grandeur.

It raised its hand. It was just the simplest raising of a hand.

Lin Yun's pupils shrank! He wanted to dodge!

He urged his "Thousand Shadow Steps" to the limit, and countless afterimages scattered in all directions simultaneously!

However—it was useless.

That hand seemed to ignore space and distance, and the moment he had the thought to dodge, it had already appeared before him.

A light palm strike landed on his chest.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no violent explosion of Qi and blood. It was just a simple palm strike.

Yet Lin Yun's body was as if struck by a star, instantly turning into countless points of light and dissipating with a boom!

【Trial Tower Seventh Floor, challenge failed. Number of kills: 0. Can restart after thirty seconds.】

Respawn point.

Lin Yun's figure re-condensed.

He stood in place, stunned for several seconds, his eyes somewhat vacant.

"Just now... what happened?"

He only remembered the White-Light Figure raising its hand, and then he died. He didn't even have time to react.

What kind of Combat Technique was that? Profound-level? Or... higher?

In the monitoring room, seeing Lin Yun's bewildered expression, the four teachers couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha, this kid, now he knows how high the sky and how deep the earth is, right?" The middle-aged teacher laughed until he was leaning back and forth.

"I said it, the seventh floor is not so easy to clear. Even if this kid has Heaven-Defying talent, it's impossible for him to clear the seventh floor!"

The elderly teacher stroked his beard and said with emotion: "Indeed, the White-Light Puppet on the seventh floor has attack techniques and movement techniques at the Major Achievement of the Profound-level. Even for senior students in the top twenty of the Genius Ranking, wanting to kill it is as difficult as ascending to heaven."

"Unless it's those top Prodigies who can consistently remain in the top five of the Genius Ranking, they wouldn't even have the power to fight."

The Teacher in Green nodded: "For Lin Yun to reach the seventh floor is already a miracle."

"A freshman being able to clear the sixth floor of the Trial Tower, getting 6 points, and getting 4.05 points in the Combat Power Tower, for a total score of 10.05 points."

"This has already broken the school's historical record and is enough to be recorded in the annals of Tianshui Martial Arts University. There is no need to force the seventh floor."

Shen Qingqiu's lips curled into a faint arc, but there was no mockery in her eyes, only appreciation.

It was impossible for Lin Yun to clear the seventh floor.

The gap of a Major Achievement Profound-level Combat Technique could not be easily bridged by just talent and comprehension. Being able to do this was already far beyond everyone's expectations.

Lin Yun stood at the respawn point for a moment, digesting the shock brought by that palm strike.

He did not choose to restart.

Because in that instant, he had clearly felt the gap.

It was a difference like clouds and mud, not something that could be bridged by risking his life or entering a mysterious state.

"The seventh floor..." he muttered to himself, "Sooner or later, I will come back."

Turning around, he strode out of the tower.