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The deafening sound echoed throughout the vast ruins.

Zhao Ziqi knew in his heart that the real trial had begun.

Because he carried a crescent-shaped key, he didn't die a horrible death like the goblins, giant beasts, and... the female corpse he first encountered.

Having survived numerous close calls and faced dangers, Zhao Ziqi's mindset has become much more stable.

Since the trial is unavoidable, let's calmly give it our all and face it head-on.

As he walked towards the trial grounds under the moonlight, he observed the state of the ruins, sketching the painted, broken stone walls, which caught Zhao Ziqi's attention.

The painting depicts a bare-chested elven warrior with blurred facial makeup, outstretched arms, and a body full of power and explosive force.

Its chest faces a sharp, narrow blade, giving it a sacred feeling of facing death and living. Due to the damage to the stone wall, much of the painting has disappeared.

Boom!

In the dark forest, a crimson mushroom cloud rose, its towering flames nearly engulfing the moon. The shockwave swept through the forest, igniting raging fires wherever it passed.

The deafening roar, like a nuclear explosion, made Zhao Ziqi's chest tighten. He turned around and witnessed a horrifying scene! Half the night sky was already ablaze with red flames. The flames burned the forest, unstoppable like a tsunami, carrying billions of sparks and intense heat as they rolled in.

At the epicenter of the explosion, countless sparks howled in the gale, resembling a swarm of locusts!

"Elves—Mother Goddess! I... your mortal enemy, the Balrog Surtur, have returned!"

The sound even overwhelmed the towering sea of ​​fire. Just hearing the sound, Zhao Ziqi already felt a sense of powerlessness as if he were facing a storm of dark clouds and thunder.

Crack! The elven sculptures that had fallen into the soil or been buried in rubble rose up, forming an array, ready to defend against the arrival of the Balrog Surtur.

The original six elven sculptures pressed long-handled eagle-beak hammers against Zhao Ziqi's back, forcing him to go to the trial grounds immediately.

Zhao Ziqi's understanding of the most difficult trial deepened even further.

That was quite a spectacle!

Even the legendary Balrog Surtur has appeared.

According to Zhang Ming and Lü Mingming, the origin of the secret realm is unknown, but it is highly connected to the real world.

The secret realms, monsters, gods, and demons may originate from historical legends, futuristic fantasies, or even ancient myths.

In recent years, the secret realms have become increasingly abnormal, even appearing in previously unheard-of realms such as the digital world! Many extraordinary experts have suffered setbacks.

Trial site.

This is a dueling arena made of rock, guarded by elven sculptures on all sides. Once you step inside, any attempt to escape will result in your being attacked and killed.

The dueling arena is circular, with a diameter of twenty meters, making it extremely large.

In its central area, there is a stone platform about half a person's height. A crescent-shaped key must be placed inside to start the final trial.

Zhao Ziqi took out the crescent-shaped key from his waist pouch and placed it on the stone platform. The moment the platform came to life, it automatically sank and disappeared into the dueling arena.

Then, a brand-new, pure white stone platform rose up in front of Zhao Ziqi, with an exquisite elven crown placed on top.

The Elf Crown is entirely silver and gleaming, inlaid with pure gemstones and engraved with elegant Elf script.

The elven sculpture slammed its weapon heavily into the ground while letting out a roar.

"Wear the crown and face the trial!"

"Wear the crown and face the trial!" With each roar, they would strike their weapons with a rhythm that was both awe-inspiring and powerful.

"Let's begin!"

Zhao Ziqi held the long, black staff between his arms; it was his only weapon.

He held the exquisite elven crown in both hands and put it on his head. If he hadn't been facing a life-or-death trial, he would have been ecstatic to receive such a priceless crown.

And now!

After putting on the Elf Crown, Zhao Ziqi immediately gripped the black staff with both hands, his gaze focused, scanning his surroundings warily.

Snapped!

A crisp sound rang out.

A skeleton landed on the ground. Its bones were white and translucent. It was clearly a skeleton, yet one could still discern its elegant elven form.

The long, slender hand held a narrow, moon-colored cleaver with a blade over 1.4 meters long, making it visually striking.

The skeleton elf's eyes flashed blue as it stared at Zhao Ziqi without uttering a word. The elegant, narrow cleaver in its hand spun gracefully between its bones, creating a dazzling display of blade movement that seemed to slice through the air.

Zhao Ziqi really wanted to curse!

You, a newcomer among extraordinary beings, carrying a dark wooden stick, are you testing the cadres with this?!

Which newcomer can withstand such a test?

Suddenly, Zhao Ziqi thought of the previous owner of the black long staff. The corpse had exaggerated knife wounds on its back, cutting along the shoulder blades and even severing the ribs.

Looking again at the long, narrow slashing blade in the skeleton elf's hand, the case is solved; it was that blade that killed that unfortunate fellow.

"This is no joke... people could really die." Zhao Ziqi suppressed his distracting thoughts and focused intently on the skeleton spirit.

The trial has begun.

The skeleton elf's movements resembled a dance, and the long, narrow cleaver in its hand was like a flowing skirt, slicing across Zhao Ziqi's nose, forehead, and neck. Each time, it was only a few centimeters away from taking his life.

That's terrifying speed!

Zhao Ziqi was too preoccupied to speak, focusing on activating his ability - Trajectory, which barely allowed him to evade its three elegant but fatal strikes.

My hair stood on end; it was terrifying. It was nowhere near the level of a white goblin.

The skeleton spirit was surprised by Zhao Ziqi's ability to dodge its three attacks.

It held its long, narrow cleaver upright in front of it, assuming a surprise attack stance.

The jaw opens and closes, producing a hoarse sound.

"Face me, face your mission!"

Zhao Ziqi's eyelids twitched, and he complained, "I only have a stick in my hand, and it's made of wood. Even if I win, it won't be a fair victory."

Why don't you throw me the knife, and I'll let you experience the thrill of facing me head-on!

Boom! Suddenly, the sound of an explosion came from afar.

A wave of heat from Mars swept in, and the roar of the Balrog Surtur echoed. In the distance, shattered elven sculptures rose into the air.

This was the first time Zhao Ziqi had ever seen a real "flying man".

With the Skeleton Spirit in front and the Flame Demon Surtur behind, Zhao Ziqi frowned. This was no trial; it was a death trap.

Time is running out for me.

"Let's give it our all!"

Zhao Ziqi's eyes hardened, the black mole between his eyebrows rose, and he activated his ability "Power Conversion," burning his life force to convert it into power, turning his skin crimson!

He gripped the long, black stick in both hands and strode forward, recalling the marksmanship techniques Zhang Ming had taught him.

With all his might, he unleashed his ability "Trajectory"! Using both abilities simultaneously, Zhao Ziqi felt a sudden darkness engulf him; his spirit and strength were being depleted at an alarming rate, and he nearly collapsed.

Fortunately, the end of the black staff in his hand swung and struck the skeleton elf directly between the eyebrows, then swung out and smashed into the fragile neck bones.

*Thud!* Success! Zhao Ziqi's face lit up with joy.

However… the skeleton spirit remained motionless and unharmed. It lightly swung its long, narrow cleaver, easily severing the dark club in two.

With a light flick of his long, narrow cleaver, the entire black staff was cleaved in two, leaving Zhao Ziqi's palms red, swollen, and sore.

It's over! Zhao Ziqi's heart sank. Now even the wooden stick is gone.

With the near-invincible Skeleton Spirit in front and the Flame Demon attacking from behind, there was no hope of saving them.

The skeleton spirit stood still, not launching an attack, and spoke again in a hoarse voice: "Face me, face your mission!"

"Facing you head-on..." Zhao Ziqi has one advantage: he never panics or loses his composure.

The fact that the skeleton spirit could kill itself right now, yet still chooses to say that, is quite intriguing.

What I am experiencing is a trial, not an execution, and every trial has a glimmer of hope! So, what is this glimmer of hope?

In an instant, numerous clues popped into Zhao Ziqi's mind.

The male corpse, its back severed, wore an elven crown before the trial; the crown represented a mission… to face the skeletal spirit, to face the mission… the mission…

An outrageous yet plausible idea popped into Zhao Ziqi's mind.

"Maybe that's really the case."

He couldn't guarantee he was absolutely right, but right now, the Balrog was almost upon him, and the Skeleton Spirit was thrusting his long, narrow cleaver at him.

Even if we dodge this attack, there will be another! When the Flame Demon arrives, there will truly be nowhere to escape.

"Let's take a gamble!"

Zhao Ziqi suppressed his doubts.

Witnessing the skeletal elf's long, narrow slashing blade gleaming with a cold light, he faced it head-on, spreading his arms and meeting it with his chest.

Just like the elven warriors in the murals on the broken rock face!

The sharp blade easily pierced through skin and bone, penetrating flesh and blood. The convulsive pain instantly rendered Zhao Ziqi unable to move.

He felt the life force rapidly draining from his arms, legs, and eyelids... The colors of the world before him began to blur.

I guessed wrong. It turns out that death can be painful and quick.

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