C122 25th Echo
C122 25th Echo
The patriarch of Chen family patted Chen Dan's shoulder and revealed a gratified smile. Eighteen echoes. He had been in Tianfeng City for so many years, but he had never seen such a result.
He remembered that when Loong Yi participated in the war drum test, he only managed to produce sixteen echoes, right?
Even if Young Master Tianwang and Chen Dan produced eighteen echoes, it didn't affect Chen Dan's reputation. Looking at all the girls in the venue, who was more outstanding than Chen Dan?
Young Master Tianwang also returned to his seat. The middle-aged man with the huge axe nodded at him, "Young Master is indeed powerful."
"I still can't compare to Han Feng." Young Master Tianwang smiled bitterly.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Han Feng.
Hai Zhan was sitting at the side with a slightly dull expression. Among the super geniuses, a few had surpassed him. Furthermore, Han Feng was still standing in front of the war drum. Clearly, he still had some strength left.
This meant that Han Feng was able to produce nineteen echoes, or even more.
"After nine echoes, there will be a gap. After eighteen echoes, there should also be a gap." Hai Zhan whispered, but he heard a genius from the Hai family sigh. " That's not right. His extreme is not nine, but eight. He should have felt it after the sixteenth echo "
Hai Zhan's expression instantly froze, and he suddenly remembered... Han Feng was at the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Eight, so he only needed to strike eight times. He could pass the first round of the exam. However, the current him had not only passed the first hurdle. Furthermore, he had unknowingly passed the second hurdle. Could it be that he could strike twenty-four times?
Apart from Hai Zhan, many others also thought of this problem. Han Feng was able to suppress Sun Tianwang and Chen Dan because he had crossed two barriers.
At this moment, in the audience seats that were like a sea of people, a thin figure was faintly emitting a sharp glow from his body, as if he could unleash a terrifying attack with just a raise of his hand.
If Han Feng saw this person, he would definitely recognize this person. He was the man from the Qin family in Hongqiao Town, Qin Loshan.
After Qin Loshan left the Qin family, he followed his master back to the Profound Gold Sect. In the past few months, he had consumed a lot of pills and other natural treasures. This had allowed him to break through to the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Eight, and at this level... They're not weak.
During this time's recruitment event in Hongtian Academy, he had come along with his senior brothers to try his luck. The few Spiritual Martial Stage Level Nine senior brothers in his sect hadn't even reached the ninth echo before they were defeated. However, Han Feng was a young man with the same cultivation base as him. He struck eighteen echoes in front of the war drum. This scene was obviously extremely shocking to him.
He thought that even if he stood in front of the war drum, he would never be able to display such power.
The youth who had fought with him at the Wind Cloud Genius Gathering seemed to become more and more terrifying. The gap between them seemed to be constantly widening.
Among the 108 people who went on stage together, only Han Feng was still standing in front of the war drum. The fighting spirit in his body was surging, and it didn't seem to have weakened at all.
Everyone's hearts were hanging in their throats. Could it be that Han Feng could attack again?
"One person striking the drum, isn't this a bit boring? Let me accompany you." A voice was heard, and then everyone saw a sword light slash across the air. Someone landed in front of a battle drum and released endless sword intent. It was extremely terrifying.
Misty Rain Swordsman, Ji Rufeng.
"I'm here to join in the fun as well." The Purple Garden City Lord's son, Lin Ming, also slowly walked forwards. As he arrived in front of a war drum, his palm trembled, as if a tree had been born, growing endlessly.
"Wood will." Everyone sighed. Indeed, super geniuses had comprehended the will of martial arts. Although Lin Ming was extremely low-key in the outer city and rarely revealed his true strength, the moment he attacked, he revealed his extraordinary strength.
"Yuan Jue also went up."
The power of the scorching sun around Yuan Jue roared out. If all the geniuses went up, how could he possibly fall behind?
After Sun Tianwang and Chen Dan, all the super geniuses had gone up to the battle drum platform.
"Are these all super powerful geniuses?" On the platform, an old man who had his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze swept across the geniuses, causing their hearts to tremble.
"Yes, Elder Zi." The one who answered this old man was the deputy dean of Hongtian Academy, Loong Yi. His tone was respectful and polite. Clearly, Elder Zi's status was extremely high, even higher than this deputy dean.
"Don't snatch that girl from me just now. I think that crazy old woman Qing Xuan will like her. As for that Sun Tianwang or whatever, you don't have to think about it." Elder Zi said faintly, but his tone was firm and unquestionable.
The elders nodded their heads, and couldn't help but roll their eyes in their hearts. The only one who dared to call Elder Qing Xuan 'old hag' was Elder Zi, right? As for that Sun Tianwang, his family already had the Expert of Astral Martial Stage, so how could it be their turn to accept him as their disciple?
Therefore, when the two of them left the stage earlier, none of the elders wanted to keep them.
"What about this Zhuo Mu?" Loong Yi asked.
"Let's see how many times he can knock." Elder Zi said plainly, but his eyes inadvertently paused on Han Feng.
There were only four people standing in the 108 war drums. They looked extremely small and empty, but none of them tried to go up. Next to the shining four people, the rest of them could only serve as a foil.
Han Feng glanced at the three super geniuses, but he had already lost the will to fight. Right now, he only wanted to see how far he could go.
"Dong!"
The sound of the war drums echoed in the sky. Han Feng felt as if there was an endless wave of fury rushing towards him. It wanted to drown his body. The combat intent on his body was surging. He stood there with his blood boiling. This was the nineteenth echo.
The other super geniuses also threw out terrifying palm prints. The war drums roared, as if all the war drums were roaring.
The scorching sun on Yuan Jue's war drums seemed to engulf everything. It emitted an incomparably blazing aura, and the spiritual qi of heaven and earth around him seemed to be melting.
Ji Rufeng struck out with his palm, but his palm was covered by the sword light. It was as if thousands of sword lights were rushing towards the war drum at the same time. The sword light was like a drizzle as it pierced into the war drum. The sword energy of the war drum soared into the sky, and a murderous aura rushed out crazily. It shocked everyone.
As for the genius of Violet Garden City, Lin Ming, he used countless vines and trees to strike out. He had left behind countless white marks on the war drum. His wood will was released, and the entire war drum was filled with an endless will to live. It was like a withered tree returning to spring.
Even though there were only four of them, the crowd felt like all the battle drums were shaking. Their battle intent was condensing and oppressing the hearts of the crowd. Even Genuine Martial Stage experts felt a great pressure.
"This year's students are not bad." Elder Zi suddenly spoke with a satisfied expression on his face. The more talented the students who entered the Hongtian Academy were, the more beneficial it would be for the development of the academy.
Twenty years ago, the reason why the Hongtian Academy was not completely destroyed was because of the deep foundation of the Hongtian Academy. Many peerless experts had walked out of the Hongtian Academy and achieved incomparably great achievements.
Therefore, every batch of students was very important.
In the blink of an eye, yuan Jue, Ji Rufeng, and Lin Ming had all struck out nine times. Not only that, but the fighting spirit in their bodies showed no signs of weakening.
Han Feng had struck out 24 times, just enough to reach another extreme.
Hai Zhan's eyes suddenly sharpened. If Han Feng could cross this threshold and strike out the 25th time, just how terrifying would his future be?
On the high platform, Elder Zi, Loong Yi, and the others were paying close attention to Han Feng. Although Yuan Jue and the others were crossing the threshold, how could they compare with Han Feng?
No one knew better than them what it meant to make the twenty-fifth sound.
In front of Han Feng was a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. After the 24th sound, it was as if he had entered a world of slaughter.
It seemed like if he wanted to sound the 25th sound, he would have to experience the real battlefield.
If he wasn't bathed in blood, how could he ring the war drums?
Then, a shocking scene appeared. On the war drum in front of Han Feng, a blood-red pillar of light shot up into the sky. Endless blood-red light suddenly enveloped Han Feng, as if there was a stench of blood drifting out.
"I've finally come into contact with this level." Elder Zi's eyes were filled with excitement. It had been so many years. No one had ever come into contact with this level, even if Han Feng couldn't make the twenty-fifth sound. It wasn't important anymore. Han Feng would definitely be the first in the first round of the examination.
"Report, host has entered the illusionary realm set up by the war drum."
Hearing the voice of the system, Han Feng's heart calmed down a little. Since he was in the illusion, he could use a lot more techniques.
"Kill!" Seeing Han Feng appear here, many men of sacrifice roared and charged at him.
"Fight!" Han Feng roared. His overbearing palm struck out furiously. Those men of sacrifice were killed one after another. The Devil Devouring Dragon Seal was unleashed crazily.
The current Han Feng seemed to have transformed into an Ancient Devil Sovereign. He clawed forward, and endless devil Qi turned into a terrifying palm print, crushing all the men of sacrifice that were charging at him into powder.
"What's going on? Why isn't Zhuo Mu moving?" Everyone saw the blood-red light enveloping Han Feng. It carried a demonic light, but Han Feng's body seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and he didn't move at all.
"I'm afraid he's dead." Hai Zhan said coldly. In his heart, he hoped that Han Feng would die sooner.
A few breaths of time passed.
"Eighteen echoes." Ji Rufeng was the first to step down from the stage, and he also struck out eighteen echoes, stunning the entire audience.
Yuan Jue and Lin Ming both sent out 14 echoes, each of which was taken in as a disciple by two Elders. They were exempted from participating in the later tests.
As for Ji Rufeng, Sir Tianwang, and Chen Dan, although they weren't taken in as disciples by any of the Elders, they were still permitted to participate in the later tests.
Soon, a new drum beat began. There were 107 other geniuses that went up, but Han Feng was still standing in front of the war drum. The blood red light that enveloped him seemed to become even more intense!