He was resurrected indefinitely and handed over to the state by the headmistress.

"If you want to resolve your disputes, please go to the dueling arena. This is not the place for fighting."

An aged and majestic voice came from the void.

Immediately afterwards, several figures appeared out of thin air.

Leading the group was Zhan Fei, followed by a smug-looking Xuan Yuan Shan, and Feng Qing Yang in disguise.

There were also several other elderly professors with profound presence and piercing gazes.

"Student Sima Zhuang greets all the teachers!"

Sima Zhuang immediately composed himself, bowed respectfully, and his posture was impeccable.

The professors nodded slightly, their eyes showing approval.

This child is talented, hardworking, and polite; he has a promising future.

"Grandpa Mountain!" Xuanyuan Tai exclaimed happily upon seeing Xuanyuan Mountain.

"What are you yelling about! Can't you see the other seniors are here? Aren't you going to greet them?"

Xuanyuan Shan teleported over instantly and punched Xuanyuan Tai on the head without any hesitation.

Xuanyuan Tai clutched his head, wincing in pain, and forced back tears as he bowed to the other elders in a muffled voice:

"Greetings... I've met all of you seniors..."

"Alright, let's skip the formalities."

Zhan Fei waved his hand, his gaze falling on Zhu Qingqing, and asked in a gentle tone:

"Qingqing, why did you bring them to the Tower of Babel?"

He knew that without a special token, ordinary people would not be able to find this place at all.

They had originally planned to leave, but noticed that Lu Chen and his group were heading towards the Tower of Babel, so they followed.

Zhu Qingqing stepped forward, her clear, cool voice ringing out:

"Grandpa Zhan, I want to give my husband the chance to challenge the Tower of Babel."

As she spoke, she glanced at Lu Chen with deep affection.

"Oh?"

Zhan Fei gave a meaningful auntie smile, looked at Zhu Qingqing, and then at Lu Chen.

"Okay, go ahead."

Zhan Fei nodded, his eyes also showing great interest.

"We also want to see just how strong Lu Chen really is."

Lu Chen said no more, and nodded slightly to the seniors.

Holding the special token given to him by Zhu Qingqing, he walked to the heavy and ancient gate of the Tower of Babel.

The moment the token touched the tower, a ripple appeared, and a portal of light, just wide enough for one person to pass through, quietly materialized.

Lu Chen stepped inside and his figure disappeared.

The portal closed, and silence returned outside the tower, with only the ancient runes on the tower's surface swirling slightly.

Huo Sanlang and his companions exchanged glances, their minds racing with speculation:

"A freshman dares to so arrogantly attempt to enter the Tower of Babel; he's asking for trouble..."

"I reckon he won't even make it past the first floor; he'll be thrown out."

Sima Zhuang's gaze lingered more on Bibi Dong and the other women, his mind racing.

They were plotting how to "legally" acquire such a stunning beauty.

As "materials" for his clandestine experiments.

Zanglong and Miaotiao Jun were bursting with energy, wanting to shout loudly to cheer on their leader.

But seeing so many academic heavyweights around, he could only force himself to hold back.

They exchanged glances and silently mouthed "Boss is awesome."

We can't let the boss lose face in this kind of situation.

Inside the Tower of Babel.

Lu Chen felt the scenery before him change, and he found himself in a desolate ancient battlefield.

Beneath my feet lay cracked, dark red earth; the air was thick with the lingering stench of blood and a chilling atmosphere; and the sky was a somber, leaden gray.

"Buzz—"

The space ahead distorted, and a figure slowly materialized.

The blood energy surged to the sky, and the murderous aura was overwhelming. It was none other than the strange phantom of the boy who had been fought on the 90th floor of Kunlun Tower before, whose back was now shrouded in eerie shadows!

However, this phantom was now much more solid.

His eyes seemed to have become a little more lively.

The oppressive aura emanating from him far surpassed that of the Kunlun Tower.

"Come and die!"

The phantom of the bloodthirsty youth let out a deep roar, and without any further words, threw out a punch!

Wherever the fist passed, violent ripples spread through the space.

The dark red blood energy surged like a tangible tide.

It surged in overwhelmingly, as if to dye the entire world red.

Lu Chen's lips curled up, and fighting spirit surged in his eyes:

"Perfect, I'll use you as a test subject!"

He simply threw a punch as well.

Without using any fancy skills,

It was pure bursts of terrifying physical strength and speed!

"boom--!!!"

The moment their fists collided was like two meteors colliding!

The terrifying shockwave exploded in a ring shape.

Deep furrows were plowed into the ground.

A piece of the leaden cloud in the sky was shaken apart!

The phantom of the bloodthirsty youth shook violently.

Lu Chen remained as steady as Mount Tai.

[Experience +10000]

[Experience +10000]

To Lu Chen's surprise, each clash with this phantom...

Even a mere clash of fists can unleash a massive influx of experience into the body!

This Tower of Babel truly lives up to its name!

"That was great! Let's do it again!"

Lu Chen let out a long roar and took the initiative to attack.

His punches grew faster and faster, the power building up layer by layer.

Each punch is simple and unadorned, yet it contains the power to shatter mountains and split rocks.

Although the bloodthirsty youth's phantom was powerful and his moves were exquisite...

However, faced with Lu Chen's absolute power and speed, it still appeared to be struggling to keep up.

Less than thirty seconds later, with a roar of unwilling anger, the phantom was struck in the core by Lu Chen's punch.

It exploded with a bang, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into nothingness.

[Ding! Congratulations on leveling up!]

[Ding! Congratulations on clearing the first level!]

A flash of light, and Lu Chen was teleported to the second level.

This is an endless desert, scorching under the blazing sun, with yellow sand filling the sky.

A phantom image of an emperor, draped in a yellow robe and wearing a crown, emerged from the sandstorm.

With a wave of his hand, countless grains of sand transformed into ferocious beasts, roaring as they charged toward Lu Chen.

The battle has broken out again!

The Yellow Sand Emperor manipulates the sand and dust of heaven and earth, employing unpredictable and ever-changing tactics, sometimes gathering sand into spears, and sometimes turning sand into prisons.

Lu Chen, however, remained steadfast in his approach, transforming his entire body—fists, feet, elbows, knees—into the most terrifying weapons.

They blasted the attacking sand beasts to pieces.

Each step left a deep footprint in the sand.

They rushed against the sandstorm toward the emperor's illusory figure.

[Experience +12000]

[Experience +12000]

The experience points are still jumping around like crazy.

Thirty seconds later, the Yellow Sand Emperor was brought close by Lu Chen.

A punch pierced through his chest, shattering the sand crown and dissipating the afterimage.

The third level is an extremely cold, icy wasteland...

The fourth level, Thunder Purgatory...

The fifth level, an endless forest...

Lu Chen swept through the enemy like a whirlwind, maintaining an astonishing speed of about thirty seconds per floor, pushing forward relentlessly!

His level also increased rapidly under the influx of experience: level 9, level 10, level 15, level 20...

Outside the tower, a light screen displays the number of floors each person has reached in their attempt to conquer it.

When the number representing the sinking land jumps to "10",

The disdain on Huo Sanlang and his group's faces had long since vanished.

Instead, there was an unbelievable shock.

"Wh...what?! Ten floors?! How is this possible?!"

Huo Sanlang cried out in disbelief.

The first ten levels of the Tower of Babel are already comparable in difficulty to the regular trials of a level 100 expert!

A freshman who just enrolled actually passed?!

Sima Zhuang adjusted his glasses.

The look in his eyes behind the glasses became serious.

But more than anything, it's the excitement of seeing rare prey.

"Haha, not bad! This speed is much faster than I was back in my day!"

Xuanyuan Shan stroked his newly grown black beard, laughed heartily, and felt proud.

"This child... cannot be described by the word 'genius' alone."

An old professor stroked his beard and sighed, his eyes gleaming.

"Godson, keep it up! Show them what's what!"

Even in disguise, Feng Qingyang murmured with a smile.

Soon, news of Lu Chen's intrusion into the Tower of Babel spread like wildfire.

More and more older students were alerted and gathered near the Tower of Babel.

"What? Someone's actually trying to break into the Tower of Babel at this hour? Which senior is attempting to break the record?"

"For Senior Zhan Fei and several senior professors to personally accompany him, could he be the number one genius in the Different Flame Class?"

"Or is it that crazy woman from the necromancy department?"

"It could also be one of the most formidable figures on the Heavenly Ranking..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, speculating about the identity of the person inside the tower.

"Hehe, neither of them. I heard... it's a freshman!" an insider revealed.

"Freshmen? Are you kidding me! Freshmen aren't even qualified to enter the Tower of Babel!"

"Exactly, the Tower of Babel requires special tokens or a massive amount of academic credits, so where do freshmen come from?"

Most people simply don't believe it.