"Hmm! That terrifying power has vanished!"
"Wonderful! I thought the end of the world was truly upon us!"
"That was too terrifying! The heavens and earth themselves changed color! What happened?"
"Forget it! Those things are beyond our understanding! Seeking opportunities is what we should be doing!"
"Yes! My brother speaks the truth!"
...
South of the core circle.
After the residual tremors of the cataclysm subsided, everyone regained their composure and began to attack the two remaining unbreached trials.
This place was where the largest crowd had gathered for one of the two remaining formations.
This was because, compared to the other three, the trial here had the highest safety rating.
To date, no one had lost their life because of it.
"I can't believe even Master Wunian of Tian Guang Temple failed!"
"Indeed! Master Wunian is a martial monk who has stepped into the Martial God realm, and his Arhat Golden Body is proclaimed the foremost body-refinement technique of ancient martial artists. To think… alas!"
"One needs to withstand ten attacks from the formation to pass the trial. And Master Wunian, with his terrifying defense, gave up after enduring only seven. It seems the difficulty of this trial is as outrageous as the two that have already been cleared!"
"In the current ancient martial world, if there is anyone who might pass this trial, it would likely be him."
"You mean…"
"Hey! Everyone look, Heavenly Net Martial God has appeared!"
"What?"
"…"
As a middle-aged man walked into the range of the formation, all eyes in the area focused on him.
This formation was a test of defense.
Those who challenged it were mostly from the body-refinement school.
However, the middle-aged man challenging it now did not give off the impression of overwhelming defense.
Instead, compared to the muscular body cultivators, he appeared somewhat slender, as if he could be knocked down with a single punch.
Yet, strangely, as the middle-aged man stepped into the formation, most of the onlookers became extremely excited.
It seemed he had a high probability of passing this trial.
And their frenzy was due solely to one name.
That name was—Wu Tianluo.
To be precise, it was the Copper Bone Iron Man, Wu Tianluo.
Also revered by people as… the Heavenly Net Martial God.
"To think that bald donkey could only withstand the seventh attack. This trial is truly… outrageous!" Wu Tianluo looked at the center of the formation, clenching his fist, itching for a challenge.
If one observed closely, they would notice that the fibrous tissues on every inch of Wu Tianluo's skin were perfectly contracted. The lines on each muscle perfectly adhered to the curves of the human body, giving off an extremely unique aesthetic.
His skin color was a deep yellow, almost the natural color of earth. Combined with his physique, it didn't feel out of place at all; rather, it felt surprisingly natural.
It perfectly suited the title "Copper Bone Iron Man."
"Come on! Let me feel it!"
Wu Tianluo narrowed his eyes, releasing his fighting spirit.
A faint earthy yellow luster also appeared on his skin.
Sensing his fighting spirit, the runes on the formation slowly began to evolve.
In less than a moment, the first attack struck towards Wu Tianluo.
According to the rules of the trial: the formation's attacks could only be blocked with the body; evasion was forbidden.
Otherwise, the trial would be deemed a failure.
And during the assessment, the challenger always had the right to give up.
This… was the reason for its high safety rating.
The first attack from the formation was not very fast, nor did it contain much energy; it was a probing attack.
Of course, this was for a Martial God expert.
For a Martial King, they would likely be blown to smithereens in an instant.
Bang!
Without any surprise, facing this attack, Wu Tianluo didn't even blink.
Bang!
Bang!
...
After a few minutes, Wu Tianluo had, relatively easily, withstood the first six attacks.
Next was the seventh.
Master Wunian had also endured it, but he had abandoned the subsequent challenge.
Clearly, he believed he was incapable of withstanding the upcoming attacks.
As the runes began to evolve, the air around the formation grew thin, filled with a murderous aura.
This strike was the true beginning of the trial for Wu Tianluo.
Whoosh!
A whistling sound broke through the air, a white beam of light carrying a terrifying pressure streaked across the sky, leaving a deep crack on the ground.
Rumble!
In the blink of an eye, the white light shot directly into Wu Tianluo's chest, and the terrifying energy contained within was fully applied to him.
"Hmm!"
Wu Tianluo grunted, his expression condensing, and the earthy yellow luster on his skin seemed to brighten slightly.
"Disperse!"
Bang!
He stomped his foot down fiercely, his body shuddered, and the energy within surged out, directly shattering the white beam of light on his chest.
The seventh attack!
He had withstood it.
"Again!"
He looked straight ahead, his pupils filled with even fiercer fighting spirit. A wild laugh even played on his lips.
This scene also shocked everyone.
"Holy crap! He just shattered that energy like that!"
"As expected of the Heavenly Net Martial God, the toughness of his physique is truly terrifying!"
"Exactly! So far, the Heavenly Net Martial God hasn't even used his ultimate technique, 'Immovable as a Mountain'! In that case, he has a high chance of passing this trial!"
"Everyone look, the eighth attack is coming!"
"…"
While the crowd chatted, the runes on the formation slowly began to evolve again.
However, this time, it clearly took longer than before.
It took a full minute.
Sensing this information, everyone realized that this attack might be even more terrifying than the energy from the previous seven combined.
Hoo!
Seeing this, all of Wu Tianluo's nerves tensed.
He crossed his arms in front of him, countless streams of true qi converging on his arms, forming a true qi barrier before him.
He was also getting serious.
"Here it comes!"
Swoosh!
Rumble!
This time, most people present hadn't even seen the attack's trace in the air before the true qi barrier Wu Tianluo had formed vanished like smoke.
And his body was blasted backward by a terrifying energy sphere nearly a meter in diameter, retreating continuously.
On the ground, two shallow grooves, half a meter deep, were clearly visible.
"Pfft!"
As he retreated, blood continuously spilled from Wu Tianluo's mouth, dyeing the ground, clearly indicating internal injuries.
After retreating nearly ten meters, the energy sphere in front of him finally began to dissipate.
He had endured the eighth attack.
But just as he thought he could relax, his scalp suddenly tightened, and a sense of death instantly rushed towards him.
When he looked up, the ninth attack had already been fully condensed.
Swoosh!
The next second!
Rumble!