Swallowing the Stars: The Wind Sword Master.

Chapter 53 Challenge of the God of War

We really made it through the third level, stage B, and in such a short time.

Wu Hao's eyes were somewhat blank, and he asked in a dry voice, "How are you feeling?"

"Not bad. The monsters in Stage C are a bit smarter. With a mid-level monster general in command, it feels a bit like the Wilderness."

Ning Ze commented honestly, with a slight sense of regret. Everything was fine, except there weren't enough monsters. The preparation and waiting time for the battle was a bit long, requiring five minutes for each level.

He discovered that there was also a proficiency system for fighting in virtual space. It was just that the monsters were too weak and there was not much pressure, otherwise the proficiency could be improved faster.

Wu Hao's face darkened, and he raised his voice slightly, shouting, "I'm asking what the difference is between the third floor and the first floor!"

Ning Ze's expression turned serious, and he replied earnestly, "The golden vultures on the third floor have many weaknesses. They are physically weak, small in size, and relatively weak in strength. Compared to the first floor, I feel that this floor is easier to kill."

Wu Hao's face fell completely silent; he stood there motionless for a long time.

This sounds like a golden vulture running down from the ground to attack.

A phoenix that has fallen from its pedestal is no better than a chicken, and even eagles and vultures will be clumsy once they land.

That was all he could think.

If Wu Hao was shocked, confused, and disbelieving when Ning Ze passed through the first and second levels, then reaching the third level was a challenge to his dignity.

This kind of response is especially infuriating. Is this cheating? Is this questioning the Trial Tower?

Or are you saying he's a good-for-nothing?

He was able to get through the first level, but he's been stuck on the third level, stage B, for three years!

"Fight me. If you can defeat me, I will report the truth to the Inspector. Then... well, let's fight first."

Ning Ze was slightly taken aback, then nodded in agreement.

Without hesitation, Wu Hao raised his head and said, "Virtual space, activate administrator special privileges, jump to the challenge function."

Ning Ze looked around curiously. He had just arrived at the training camp and was very curious about how this "challenge function" worked.

The scenery didn't change much; the surrounding area was still an endless expanse of silvery-white land. The only change was the addition of a fighting arena.

With a passive spatial shift, Ning Ze was already standing on the arena in an instant, while Wu Hao appeared in front of him.

He raised an eyebrow, quite surprised by how things had turned out. He was just conducting a normal test, and in the end, even the God of War was standing on the opposite side.

"Please select your weapon and combat uniform." A grand voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

As before, Ning Ze chose the Light Swallow Longsword and wore the Snow White Battle Suit. He really liked this white combat uniform. He felt a great sense of accomplishment when he was clean and bloodless after each battle. He also liked the style of the uniform, which suited his aesthetic.

Ning Ze surveyed the arena and noticed a piece of information on the four pillars. It seemed that all elite training camps were like this: the black dragon statue was like this, the trial tower was like this, and the battle arena was like this too.

Name: Wu Hao

Sex: Male

Identity: God of War

Combat Power Amplitude: Excellent

Ning Ze didn't know what this combat power amplitude meant. It sounded like a secret technique that could amplify combat power.

"Could it be a unique secret technique even more powerful than simply exerting force?" He felt a sense of anticipation.

"Choose a scene," Wu Hao said with a slight frown. Looking at Ning Ze's curious and curious expression, he felt that Ning Ze was full of flaws and he really couldn't believe that this kid was that strong.

It was one thing for him to pass the assessment before, but now even the Inspector has been alerted. If this kid is allowed to leave with a Trial Tower level of 3.6, it would be extremely unfair to the other students.

"Scene?"

Ning Ze looked at the eight pictures in front of him with great interest, and finally chose one: "The Colosseum!"

Battles, in this kind of scenario, can ignite the fighting spirit in people's hearts!

The surrounding scene suddenly changed, as if the two of them had traveled through time and space to the ancient Roman Colosseum more than a thousand years ago. The surrounding stone seats were raised one after another, and the simple fence could not stop the enthusiasm of the audience inside.

They are cheering!

He waved the tattered burlap clothes in his hand, clenched his fists and kept pumping his energy, his face somewhat crazed.

Although it was fake, Ning Ze still felt very happy and it was a very novel experience.

"Alright, we'll see when we have a chance." Wu Hao was a little impatient. If Ning Ze were to watch it, who knew how long the kid would take?

"it is good."

"Battle begins!"

A hoarse, weathered voice sounded as a notification tone.

Wu Hao raised his blue battle blade into an attack stance, and the next second he suddenly lunged at Ning Ze.

His demeanor was completely different from his previous lazy one; instead, it was full of ferocity and violence. He swung his battle sword halfway around, took two steps forward, and then suddenly leaped into the air, looking down at Ning Ze from above.

"drink!"

With a furious roar, Wu Hao's body arched like a drawn bow, raising his battle sword above his head with both hands and unleashing his greatest strength. As his body rebounded and straightened, he slashed down fiercely with the force of splitting Mount Hua, as if he wanted to cut Ning Ze in two.

Ning Ze's eyes were filled with excitement; this was his first time engaging in such a head-on battle.

Under such circumstances, how could he possibly back down?

Ning Ze tightened his grip on the light sword in his hand.

The next second, he stomped his left leg forward, his lower body also in a bow stance, his upper body leaned back in a bow shape, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword shadow spread across half the circle and slashed diagonally into the sky.

He raised his arm, and as he did so, the longsword remained slanted towards the sky, as if his arm and the sword had become one.

Gazing at the dark blue blade of light so close at hand, Ning Ze murmured, "Shadowless Gale!"

Swords rise!

At that moment, he swung his sword wildly, and silver-white sword shadows covered the area in front of him.

Slash, upward thrust, horizontal cut, sword sweep, sword point...

In an instant, it seemed as if countless sword lights merged together.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Swords clashed, and a series of striking sounds echoed continuously.

Wu Hao's expression changed drastically. Each sword strike was slightly weaker than his own, but the attacks were incredibly dense, like a storm.

He barely managed to block three sword strikes before the force of his attacks vanished. After another three difficult blocks, his hands were so numb from the shock that he could barely hold his hands.

"clang!"

A clanging sound of swords clashing.

Wu Hao's battle sword flew from his hand. He stood on the ground, his expression blank, staring at the silver-white longsword held in front of his neck. His mentality collapsed.

He wielded his sword with unstoppable momentum, possessing the advantage in strength, speed, and aura. The other man, wielding a sword, fought him head-on!

How much do they look down on him?

Most importantly, he hasn't just passed away yet.

The dense array of sword shadows was so overwhelming that he struggled to keep up even with just defense.

Before he could even finish the first strike, his sword was disarmed.

Is it a full move, or half a move?

Especially the long sword held across the neck—this doesn't signify victory; it means there's still room for maneuver!

He is the God of War!

Ning Ze is a trainee in the training camp!

Isn't this backwards?

Ning Ze held the sword in one hand, hovering it in front of Wu Hao's neck for half a second. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he twirled the sword, lifted it, placed both hands in front of him, gripped the hilt, and pointed the tip of the sword at the ground. He bowed slightly to the front, saying, "Lord Wu, you are too kind."

silent.

After a long, stunned silence, Wu Hao looked down and saw that his hands were empty. He raised his hands, bowed his head, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, and said in a low voice with utter disappointment, "I'm honored..."

"I'll go report to the Inspector General," Wu Hao said with his head down, then disappeared from the arena.

The Nine-Story Tower has nine trial rooms.

Wu Hao hurriedly exited the virtual space, bringing his virtual space consciousness into the helmet. He stared blankly at the ceiling.

It's normal for him to be defeated by the students in the elite training camp. The top-ranked students all have the strength of a war god. Not only is their combat power amplitude higher than his, but he would also lose in a real battle.

But could those people kill him in one move?

He had never been instantly defeated before, yet he was defeated in a single move...

He is the God of War.

"Send a message to the Inspector General."

Wu Hao stared blankly at the ceiling, muttering to himself.

The video call connected quickly.

Inspector Wang looked at the ceiling with some confusion. "What's wrong? Is there a problem with the Trial Tower? I'll send some researchers to take a look."

"My lord, no need. He passed based on his own merit," Wu Hao said softly, his voice weak.

"Where are you?" Inspector Wang frowned. He hadn't even shown his face during the video call, and his speech was so impolite.

His gaze continued downwards, and after rotating around once, he saw a blank face, as if it had suffered some heavy blow. The person was completely lost and dazed, with a look of utter despair in their eyes.

Seeing this, Inspector Wang swallowed back the words of reproach he was about to utter. Raising an eyebrow, he asked speculatively, "You fought him?"

Wu Hao's eyes lit up slightly, as if countless sword beams were flashing within them. He said with utter dejection, "Yes, I lost. One move."

Inspector Wang's pupils suddenly contracted. If he wanted to defeat a war god with the same physical qualities, he would have to use his ultimate move right from the start.

"Can you still take him to process his official employment?"

"Is it possible?"

Wu Hao answered yes, but his words sounded like a question.

Inspector Wang's expression was somewhat strange, and he had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on; he had been dealt a severe blow.

It's alright if young people are discouraged; young people are passionate, fearless, and indomitable.

A war god with over ten years of experience, rich combat experience, and a stable worldview, was instantly killed in one move, and his mentality collapsed in an instant.

"Take him downstairs, I'll let Zhang Ran go over there."

"it is good."

Wu Hao ended the call and heard a voice beside him. He sat up with his head down and said without turning his head, "Let's go downstairs and I'll help you get a permanent position." After saying that, he got up and walked outside, as if he didn't even dare to look at Ning Ze.

Ning Ze frowned slightly, then his expression calmed down. How would he know he wasn't strong enough if he didn't get beaten up?

He had been beaten by Ning Hua for over ten years and had never won. His best victory was when he knocked Ning Hua down the first time he returned from the wilderness, but Ning Hua refused to admit it, saying that he had disarmed him.

Walk into the lobby.

Many of the people sitting there had changed, but the handsome, fair-skinned man who had greeted Ning Ze was still there. He asked enthusiastically, "Hey buddy, did you get through?"

Ning Ze smiled and nodded, saying, "Passed."

"My name is Yu Bin, and I come from a base city in Northeast China."

"Ningze, a base city in Jiangnan."

"Okay, go ahead and get your official employment processed. I'll contact you again when I have time."

"Goodbye."

Stepping into the elevator, Wu Hao pressed the button expressionlessly. He had composed himself when he came out, and his feelings remained unchanged; he could only control his expression to avoid embarrassing himself.

Upon arriving on the first floor, they found the four Black men still sitting on the sofa. Seeing Ning Ze and his companion approach, one of the men spoke in broken Mandarin, "Hey! Have you passed yet?"

Ning Ze glanced at it and said indifferently, "Passed."

The black man grinned. "Chinese martial arts are deeply ingrained. There's an old saying: 'No fight, no friendship.' How about it? Interested in a challenge?"

Wu Hao stopped with Ning Ze. He glanced at the black man with a strange look but didn't say anything. He felt a little expectant, and his mood seemed to improve a lot in that instant.

"A challenge? Like a trial room?" Ning Ze asked.

"Yes!" the black man nodded firmly, and said arrogantly, "Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

"Just duels?" Ning Ze shook his head and refused. "I don't have time."

"NO! NO! NO! The battle requires a stake. You're new here and don't have any points. The minimum is 10 billion Chinese yuan. Are you interested in a match?" the black man urged.

Several black men around Ning Ze looked at him arrogantly, and one of them glanced at him sideways, muttering something unintelligible, but his disdainful look made it clear that it wasn't anything nice.

Ning Ze was slightly annoyed. He could tell that these people wanted to scam the newcomer, but that wasn't what angered him. Gambling was fine, and fighting was okay, but cursing him to his face was just too disrespectful.

"I do have time to gamble, but I'm not interested in small bets." Ning Ze looked down disdainfully at the person in front of him and asked arrogantly, "How much are you willing to offer?"

The Black man exclaimed excitedly, "I have 50 billion! What do you think?"

Ning Ze frowned, seemingly considering it.

The Black man slightly composed himself and said, seemingly with regret, "If you don't have the money, 30 billion will do."

"50 billion is too little, let's bet 100 billion Chinese yuan. With your money, it should be 800 rupees," Ning Ze said generously.

"Okay, okay, I agree!" The black man hesitated slightly, then quickly agreed. How strong could a newcomer be? He was sure to win! 100 billion was already a lot. They would be lucky to have 100 billion in activity funds after graduation.

Ning Ze snorted and asked, "How will we fight?"

"Once you become a full member, I'll challenge you. Just accept." Seeing that Ning Ze had taken the initiative to ask for a fight, it seemed that he really wanted to fight him. The black man's eyes became very excited, but also a little anxious. He couldn't let so much money go to waste.

He stood up and walked over. "How about I go with you to get a permanent position, for the sake of our friendship?"

Ning Ze scoffed inwardly. Friendship, huh? They just wanted to swindle him out of his money. They've truly tarnished the word "friendship." "Fine."

As soon as he responded, the other three black men couldn't sit still. They could consider two or three billion as bringing glory to the country and gaining face, but now a sucker had come along! How could they miss such a good deal?

"Kid! Do you dare to fight me?" The black man's attitude was as arrogant as ever, and his provocation was very obvious.

Ning Ze remained silent.

The first black man to challenge Ning Ze looked anxious; he was afraid of scaring Ning Ze away, but he couldn't stop his companion.

"Chinese, tsk, I think you're just too scared to fight." Another black man spoke up. "I, Donama, also challenge you to a fight, Chinese kid, do you dare accept?"

Ning Ze sneered inwardly, but outwardly looked down at the group with arrogance, "I have 500 billion! If you win all of them, that's your skill!"

Upon hearing this, the four Black men immediately became excited.

"Great! I enjoy communicating with Chinese people!"

They walked over in a pretentious manner, as if you were trash if you didn't fight, and as if breaking your word made you a coward.

Ning Ze chuckled and continued walking outside, while a hint of joy and anticipation flashed in Wu Hao's eyes.

The group of Black men exchanged glances and began fiddling with their communicators—"Borrow money!"

(End of this chapter)