Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

Bowen knew very well that a single infantryman was almost powerless against cavalry on an open battlefield. This was due to the inherent advantage of different unit types. Even with the Blessed One, he was still a lamb to the slaughter when facing centaurs on the plains. Centaurs were the kings of the land, while he was the King of Horses.

If Aaron didn't have any real skills, he would really die in this trial ground. Historically, there have been trial participants who died in the Giant's Tower. What he wanted to do was to make it impossible for anyone to stop him.

Meanwhile, Aaron was still staring blankly at Bowen rushing towards him. People thought he was terrified, seeing the train hurtling towards him, his body stiffened by the horror. But that wasn't what Aaron was thinking.

He watched Bowen charging toward him, his body trembling slightly, not from fear, but because the scene reminded him of the battlefield.

The battlefield trembled, horses neighed, and dust rose. The knights charged, and the wind stung his skin. All of this was still fresh in his memory, and his whole body ached. Almost instinctively, he raised his long sword and walked toward Bowen.

Instead of dodging, Aaron walked forward. His actions didn't seem like a response, but rather a suicide attempt.

The training ground was confined to a limited space, and all of this happened in just a few seconds. Bowen charged forward, and the distance between the two men closed rapidly: one hundred meters, seventy meters, forty meters...

Aaron had only taken a few steps when the charging centaurs were already in front of him. Bowen raised his spear, while Aaron still held his longsword horizontally, the sword twirling nimbly in his hand, tracing arcs of light in the air.

As Bowen charged toward him, he suddenly released his longsword, letting it spin through the air and fall.

In that instant, Bowen did not see him; the seasoned veteran only saw a white flash of iron light approaching him.

In the eyes of onlookers, Aaron's body suddenly "collapsed" as he approached Bowen, his figure blurry and flickering like torn light.

As Aaron grasped the longsword again, a flash of light, like a rainbow piercing the sun, slowly approached from behind him. Aaron passed by Bowen, sheathed the sword, wiped away the blood, and walked forward slowly. Behind him, Bowen capsized like a ship overturning, letting out a shrill scream.

Everything happened in an instant. No one saw Aaron's movements or what he did, but the result was already clear: after their bodies collided, Bowen lost.

Colin was the only exception. After thirty years in the military, he stared wide-eyed, as if he had seen Aaron's actions clearly, but did not understand what had just happened.

He still didn't understand. He clearly saw it, but in that instant, what Colin saw was not Aaron's movements, but Aaron's elegance.

People only noticed Aaron's speed, or only saw a blurry figure flash by, but what Colin saw was that Aaron passed by him like a butcher with unparalleled skill, dismembered him like livestock, and then casually discarded him.

For a moment, Colin felt as if he were hallucinating. Were all the people on the field just lambs to the slaughter to him? Recalling Aaron's composure at that moment, this absurd thought flashed through Colin's mind. It was utterly ridiculous, yet it sent a shiver down Colin's spine.

He tried his best to calm himself down and figure out what Aaron had just done.

If he wasn't mistaken, Aaron used the Usak army's tactics against cavalry the instant he passed Bowen.

The Ussacks were a barbarian tribe, not wearing heavy armor, but they were agile swordsmen and axemen. When facing a cavalry charge, they relied on their nimble bodies to cut off the horses' legs in the midst of battle, or several men would work together to suddenly unleash long ropes to trip the charging horses, thus subduing their opponents. However, only specially made steel ropes could achieve such an effect, suddenly tripping the charging horses and sending the riders flying off their backs, while the horses broke their legs.

He knew the principle... but even knowing the principle, Colin still couldn't understand how Aaron had done it. The principle was simple, but the execution was extremely difficult. Only the most valiant warriors among the Usaks could perform this task, and even they needed steel tripwires to trip the cavalry, or massive battle axes. How did Aaron do it? With the scimitar in his hand?

Was that just an accident...?

Leon, standing beside him, wore an exaggerated, fake smile to hide his panic. The scene he had just witnessed was too thrilling; just seeing it made his blood boil. But Colin, standing next to him, couldn't give him any answers... No one could give him any answers, because even if he understood the principle, Aaron's actions were still risky and fraught with enormous danger.

It's like a rider's cool moves on a galloping horse—a risky act purely for showing off. The cool moves only look so easy because they're successful; the process is dangerous and difficult. That's the only way he could tell himself, because Aaron didn't look like that at all when he passed Bowen, unless there was another way to explain it.

That is, Aaron possesses extremely high skills and a kind of confidence that neither those young people, nor Leon, nor even battle-hardened warriors like Colin could understand.

That's a level that can only be reached by combining ultimate confidence with ultimate skill. Neither can be lacking. Colin was right about one thing: when he passed Bowen, Aaron was a butcher whose skills had reached their peak. He saw Bowen as just a piece of meat waiting to be dismembered. He was confident in his skills, just like a master's effortless skill.

Someone swallowed hard, and people suddenly noticed that Aaron was walking towards them again.

He maintained the same posture he had when he approached Bowen, holding his long sword, neither arrogant nor impatient, neither hasty nor slow, his face expressionless, yet he instilled the same feeling in the remaining ten people: a sense of fear as if death were wielding its scythe.

Aaron was indeed swinging his knife, just like before. The knife swayed slightly in the air, shaking the air as if shaking away their life force.

"Since he came up here on his own, let's teach him a lesson together."

Faced with danger, they actually organized themselves. This was not the behavior of nobles, but no one objected because the scene they had just witnessed had shocked them too much. Except for the extremely silent shadowy figure, who disobeyed orders, everyone else sprang into action.

Aaron watched the ten men take action, seemingly without considering whether it was foolish for one person to face ten; it was as if he had no such thought at all.

The girl draped in bird feathers stood silently at the back of the group, gripping her bow and arrow tightly. Her name was Emmett, and a deadly weapon was hidden behind her slender frame.

Apart from Big Bear, the others had surrounded Aaron from all sides. They were not fast, not because they were slow, but because they understood the principle of gradually eroding the enemy. Just like hunting a lone beast, even if you are a lion, you will be worn down by endless attacks in the battle.

Now Aaron is the beast that has been hunted. In the eyes of onlookers, Aaron, all alone, has been swallowed up by the gaping maw, and the hunt has been successful.

Colin watched this scene with a grim expression. The large group of men, gathered together, recklessly charged towards one person. Colin no longer knew whether this was arrogance or stupidity. They were clearly the ones with the advantage, yet they acted like towering giants eager to crush their enemy with a thousand-pound weight, restless and impatient until they eliminated him, even at the cost of making a fool of themselves.

But what Colin was more concerned about was the other side. Faced with the encirclement that had already swallowed him whole, he remained as calm and composed as before, until he was completely surrounded.

For a moment, Colin couldn't even tell which side was more arrogant. The large group was like an impatient giant with mud feet, while Aaron was like a butcher who looked down on them to the bone, completely indifferent to everything happening around him.

Does he intend to deal with them the same way he dealt with Bowen? If so, then Aaron is simply reckless. One person is no match for ten, and even Colin doesn't know how to handle him.

Aaron continued to advance slowly, as if he hadn't seen them at all. But when everyone was within a ten-meter radius of him, he finally stopped and made a strange gesture.

Having witnessed what just happened, everyone was wary of his knife, anticipating any tricks he might pull. Therefore, the moment Aaron moved, they all swarmed forward, unleashing their special skills: claws, teeth, knives, swords, guns, axes—all sorts of weapons filled every crevice of his body.

Faced with all this, Aaron simply made a strange move: he gripped Bai Yue in reverse and planted the longsword at his feet.

An invisible white barrier slowly unfolded beneath his feet, inscribed with an aura they couldn't decipher. As the barrier expanded to its maximum size, like a peacock spreading its tail, and as the last person stepped into it, when swords, spears, and axes were only a few meters from his body, Aaron smiled and said, "Sword Domain—"

"town."

Centered on Bai Yue, the sound of the string being released spread outwards. From their positions, they were completely unable to block it. When the sound waves hit them, everyone's movements suddenly stopped. The sound seemed to pass through their brains and directly hit their nerve centers. As if the scene had frozen, everyone who entered this field froze, their brains crashed, and their bodies entered a short circuit for a moment.

Colin understood. It was a realm that could bring the body to a standstill. Aaron was waiting for them to willingly step into that realm, but he still didn't think Aaron could do anything. Surrounded by ten people, what did it matter if his brain short-circuited for a moment? A short-circuit could only last for a fraction of a second at most. What could you do in a fraction of a second?

But Colin and his team soon realized that this moment of short circuit was fatal for them.

The next moment, Aaron moved. He suddenly pulled up the white blade from the ground. The blade lit up, and he gripped the knife again. At that moment, Colin had only one thought: those ten people were too close to Aaron!

Although the range was only ten meters, Aaron's body seemed to have moved a thousand miles in an instant. The moment he gripped the long sword, the tip of the blade had already touched the person closest to him. Then, the blade flashed and disappeared. His body was close to the ground, and the weapon swept past everyone at an incredible speed. The people present could not see his movements at all. They could only see the flashing blades and the killing intent pouring down like a storm.

Large spurts of blood erupted on everyone's chests, like blooming flowers. In an instant, everyone was critically wounded. Aaron, with just a single sword, shattered the encirclement. And as the encirclement broke, the same terrifying thought crossed everyone's mind: Wild beasts freed; what followed was a wolves-in-sheep slaughter.

Aaron landed, his body pressed against the ground with an exaggerated force, it was unimaginable how he maintained his balance during the process. Then he shot out like a cannonball. His shot was not without obstacles, as someone in the distance was aiming an arrow at him.

But this did not affect Aaron's speed at all. He rolled on the ground like a wild beast in the jungle. He leaped up like a rabbit and fell like a falcon. His body bounced up and landed, just dodging the arrows and crashing into the next enemy.

Carl Mattson, blessed by the ancient elephant, is a master swordsman in the Alliance and possibly the best swordsman among the younger generation of Doc. He is the first enemy Aaron will have to face.

After activating the blessing, his trunk stretched out like an ancient elephant, with a long sword wrapped around it. As his appearance suggested, he was a master of three swords. He looked forward to the battle with Aaron, imagining it to be a fierce fight. But the moment Aaron crashed into him, he felt that he was not facing a swordsman at all, but a raging dragon that had broken free of its reins!

Chapter 180 Wolves Among Sheep

Of course, it's the unleashed raging dragon. Karl only has one imagined enemy, and subconsciously still regards Aaron as an ordinary swordsman. But Aaron's enemies are all ten of them, so he will naturally choose the most ferocious slaughter and the bloodiest Dao Blade!

The moment Karl collided with Aaron, his sword was severed. Karl tried to retaliate with his other sword, but Aaron slashed it away with another strike. Karl mustered his courage and used his last sword to fight, but it was instantly cleaved in two by Aaron. Aaron was like a raging dragon entering the sea, stirring up chaos and upheaval.

In the brief lull between Aaron and Karl's battle, he found himself surrounded by enemies. With just two strikes, he knocked one enemy away, grabbed the arrow that was being ambushed from behind, dodged the attack of a third person, and pounced on the next enemy.

His blade spun rapidly through the crowd. On several occasions, he even faced attacks from multiple weapons simultaneously. He had to sometimes lie exaggeratedly close to the ground and sometimes hang upside down in the air. He moved swiftly through the crowd, and everyone felt as if they were facing a slippery eel. If they were not careful, he would be met with a fierce strike like the claws of a lion.

It was simply an art of slaughter, a battle tactic arrogant to the core, a haughty demeanor when facing thousands of troops.

His footsteps moved through the crowd, dodging several more stray arrows. He picked up the body of an enemy who had fallen in front of him and used it as a shield. He raised the shield and swung his sword to slash at the next enemy, then threw the body away as if it were a corpse.

No one could last more than two rounds against him. He could always strike the opponent's weakness the moment they met, defeating them. In just a few moments, the crowd had been hacked to pieces, half of them were wounded and the other half were cut down.

Unbeknownst to him, he had fought his way from the front of the crowd to the very back, leaving the crowd riddled with holes, like land he had plowed up. Yet Aaron seemed to have barely taken a breath. Holding Bai Yue in his hand, he slowly turned around again, his legs slightly bent.

He is about to launch another offensive.

Some realized what was about to happen, their faces turning deathly pale; some had already lost their will to fight. They tried to call a halt, but Aaron wouldn't let them go. The moment their will crumbled, the long sword was already piercing their chest. Aaron was like a wild beast that had smelled blood, finding them in an instant.

The man stared blankly ahead, his lips trembling, his body shaking like a sieve. He didn't even dare to look at Aaron. Instead, Aaron, who was right next to him, pressed him down and supported his body. He felt himself losing blood. He first lowered his head, then raised it, his eyes slowly losing their luster due to extreme fear.

Aaron held his shoulder and slowly pulled out the knife, as if to drain all his blood. He pressed him down, performing this simple action calmly and slowly, with a vicious calmness.

That was a truly ferocious aura, far surpassing any shouts or curses on the battlefield. When Aaron drew his sword, the killing intent emanating from it was chilling.

Suddenly, a chill ran through everyone. They felt as if they had entered a battlefield where they were fighting for their lives. Aaron was a demon from purgatory, which made them feel unreal. This was supposed to be just a trial, so how could it be so terrifying? Reality shouldn't be like this.

Once the emotions of collapse begin to spread, they cannot be stopped. And just at this moment, Aaron finally abandoned the people in front of him and turned around to stare at them.

What kind of face was that? Aaron's pupils dilated unconsciously, the black pupils almost taking up two-thirds of his eye sockets. His expression was unconsciously ferocious and excited. His pupils had lost their function as windows to the soul. When they looked into his black pupils, they could see nothing but an extremely deep purgatory. In that purgatory were themselves.

This very demon charged at them, a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) and excited smile on his face. He picked up his weapon, and no one was a match for this extremely evil demon. It was less a battle of killing enemies and more a demon wantonly trampling on humanity. With each charge, he would lift up an enemy, discard them, or stab them through the body. These geniuses of the Kingdom of Dok were utterly incapable of putting up any decent resistance, while the demon was enraged by their lack of resistance. The people screamed in terror at his attacks.

Finally, two people put up a decent fight back: the seriously injured Karl and the recently defeated Rossi. They quietly approached Aaron from both sides.

Karl unleashed a cross slash from behind, his signature move. He was supposed to hold the longsword with his trunk, but his trunk was broken, so he could only hold the blade in his mouth. However, the power was still undiminished. Rossi, on the other hand, launched a feint attack from the front. Her blessing was that of a Naga, which could unleash its greatest power in water. However, she was also very fast and powerful on land. Once she got close, she could entangle her opponent with her body just like she would in water.

The two adopted a last-ditch effort stance, with Rossi charging out first.

Rosie's blessing was that of a Naga, who had four arms and a huge, snake-like body. She crawled swiftly toward Aaron, leaving serpentine tracks on the floor. She had no feet, and her crawling movements were as elusive as a ghost. Her movements were impossible to predict with human experience. She used these movements to confuse her opponents, and her four arms could attack from all four directions at the same time.

Rossi rushed in front of Aaron, her four hands holding four weapons. Her movements were unpredictable, making it extremely difficult to anticipate which direction she would attack from. Her four hands seemed to transform into four enemies, attacking Aaron from all directions.

At the same time, behind Aaron, Karl's twin swords moved. He gripped them tightly and slid towards Aaron, who was now surrounded from both sides.

This round of attacks was no small matter; even the onlookers held their breath, eager to see how Aaron would respond. But soon, his heart began to grow cold.

Aaron's approach was anything but graceful; he simply used a method that should never have been used in a trial.

Just as the three were about to collide, he leaned forward, reached out and grabbed Rossi's seaweed-like long hair, as if he wanted to pull her into his arms.

Rossi arched her serpentine body. As a Naga, she was nearly two meters long and weighed a considerable amount. But as soon as she paused to resist the pull, she felt the pull disappear, just as Aaron's weight had vanished. Instead, Aaron used her pause to accelerate his turn.

Rossi brandished two swords in her left hand, slashing at Aaron without hesitation. At the same time, she swung her two swords with her right hand, trying to cut off her long hair. But at the same time, Aaron chanted, "Sword Domain..."

The two shuddered, as if waking from a dream, and noticed the long sword Aaron had left behind. Their faces showed horror, and they instinctively tried to dodge.

In that brief moment, Rossi revealed an opening, and Aaron passed right past her. Rossi swung her sword to block, but Aaron had already circled behind her. Rossi thought to herself, "Oh no!", as her entire body was already flying into the air.

Aaron lifted her up, as if he were carrying a huge shield. Then, carrying Rossi's weight, he leaped up like a shield and lashed down at Karl in mid-air.

Everything happened too fast. Naga's body was already huge, and even if Karl wanted to dodge, it was useless. He watched helplessly as Rossi's huge body crashed into him.

The moment the two clashed, Aaron threw down his shield and charged out from behind. He was unarmed, but his danger was no less. Before Karl and Rossi even hit the ground, blood was already splattered all over their bodies. Aaron moved like a white eagle spreading its wings in the air, his movements like a dance.

And Aaron's movements weren't even finished. The moment he landed, a hidden arrow flew in, but Aaron didn't even look at it. He picked up his sword from the ground, casually used the tip of the sword to deflect the arrow, and then used the momentum of landing to turn around. During the turn, he pushed off the ground with his hind leg, his torso drawing a perfect semi-circle in the air. He swung his arm and threw the three arrows he had snatched from the air, carrying all his strength, towards the direction of the sound of the wind. They directly pierced the woman who shot the arrows in the shoulder, and the woman immediately knelt down helplessly.

As the only character capable of providing remote support, how could Aaron not be wary of her? He had been waiting for an opportunity to attack, and now that opportunity had finally arrived. Aaron used an opening to finish off his opponent.

With Karl and Rossi down, the remaining troops on the battlefield were nothing but a rabble. Their fighting spirit had long been shattered. After landing, Aaron faced no further obstacles. He stood in the middle of the field, hooking and tripping through the crowd, drawing out their attacks with just a few sword strikes. Then, he actually picked up two swords, his body hovering in the air, slashing out crescent-shaped arcs of blades in mid-air, mercilessly finishing off the remaining two as well.

In the end, only one person could barely hold on: Emmett, who had been shot by her own arrow. She knelt on the spot, trembling, like a lamb to the slaughter.

His robes billowed around his body as Aaron sprinted toward Emmett. He slowed his pace as he approached Emmett, then swiftly swung his sword, knocking Emmett unconscious. The last man was also defeated.

After defeating the last enemy, Aaron planted his twin swords in the ground, tilted his head back, and panted heavily. He seemed exhausted, and his body relaxed. But at the same time, a huge black shadow appeared behind him and grabbed Aaron's shoulder from behind. When Aaron's body was covered, he felt as if the air had been cut off.

He turned his shoulder, causing the shadowy figure to miss its target, but he heard a muffled sound in his ear. Aaron was still shaken, unable to imagine what would have happened if the shadowy figure had grabbed him; his shoulder bone would probably have been crushed like dried seaweed.

Colin stared intently at the scene. Even as Aaron slaughtered people in the crowd, he had no intention of intervening, because it was a one-against-many match, and the rules should be biased in Aaron's favor. Moreover, he could tell that Aaron was being careful and wouldn't actually kill anyone. But now he couldn't hold back any longer because of the man standing in front of Aaron.

He was a burly man, as imposing as a bear, looking down at Aaron. He was nearly three meters tall and extremely strong. Even Bowen's muscular physique looked weak in front of him. Standing in front of Aaron, he was practically the epitome of testosterone. But what was most terrifying was not his body, but the bluish-gray skin under his clothes.

His exposed skin was tough, thick, and wrinkled, like a layer of armor draped over his body.

He was different from the people Aaron had easily defeated, and even different from Bowen, who was the most beastly among them. This extremely silent man was almost entirely covered in this skin, which meant that he was the most beastly among them, a superhuman far more terrifying than Bowen and Karl.