Sign In To Become a God

On the second floor of the Trial Tower, Wang Yi was strolling in a desert like a fierce battle with a group of scorpion monsters.

In order to improve his combat experience, Wang Yi did not rush to kill these scorpions, but slowly realized the gains and losses in the battle.

After all, although the sign-in panel can give him mood, it cannot directly improve his combat experience.

Wang Yi has to accumulate all these.

"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!" The sound of rapid movement and attack broke through the air, one after another in the desolate desert.

...

The second-level a-stage trial task of the trial tower is to kill 50 ‘Junior General’s armored scorpions’ within 10 minutes.

The iron-clad scorpion is too small to have more than ten heads or even more than twenty heads, attacking humans at the same time!

And they dodge weird, extremely difficult to deal with.

So this second level a stage, the difficulty is several times more difficult than before!

Even if it is Wang Yi, he may seem relaxed on the outside, but in fact he dare not have any carelessness in his heart.

"It's almost time."

About five minutes after entering the second level of trial space, Wang Yi felt that he was about to temper himself. He no longer focused on dodge, but rushed towards the menacing group of armored scorpions with a knife.

The carapace of each scorpion is dark red, and its long pointed tail is jet black. Whenever they get close, the pointed tail will pierce like lightning, making it hard to guard against.

Moreover, the iron armor scorpions can easily get into the sand to move, and their moving speed is not even slower than on the sand. When they suddenly come out and attack, they are almost like ghosts. If they are not careful, they will lose their lives.

Wang Yi’s right foot slammed heavily on the sand, and the ground exploded, the dust was flying, and the painful neigh of the armored scorpion was faintly heard. It was obvious that the armored scorpion sneaked over from the ground just now to sneak up on Wang Yi. It was discovered by Wang Yi.

With the power of this foot, Wang Yi's figure also flew over several iron-clad scorpions in one direction like a cannonball.

The rapid sound of the wind breaking like an arrow pierced through the air, and the sharp cone on the tail of the seven-eight-headed armored scorpion with dark red skin instantly stretched straight, piercing Wang Yi from all directions as fast as lightning.

The angle is tricky, the speed is swift, and the attack is dense, which makes people feel inevitable.

"brush!"

A blade of light appeared between the sky and the earth, like a red waterfall, sweeping everything, including the tails stabbed by the iron armored scorpions. Without exception, they were all shrouded by the blade of light.

噗嗤~~ All the stabbed scorpion tails were chopped off by the sharp and violent knife light, and flew out.

At the next moment, a silhouette of fireworks rushed past.

Sword light reappears.

The sharp blade of thunder cut through the body of the iron armor scorpions easily, breaking through their surface defenses, penetrated into their bodies, and disintegrated their lives.

All the iron armor scorpions that were approached by Wang Yi had more than one wound on their bodies, and some of them had become incomplete limbs.

...

Yang Hui, who was waiting at the entrance of the towering tower's main entrance, watched the trial tower on the black sculpture representing Wang Yi change to ‘2.3’.

"Can he actually pass the first level of the second level?" Yang Hui was shocked.

The trial tower is a place to test the real combat power of a warrior.

After all, the physical fitness of each passer is the same, it will not change, and he can pass more levels, which proves that his combat effectiveness is stronger.

The further the trial tower is, the more difficult the level becomes.

Even Yang Hui has practiced so much. As the God of War, he has only reached the first level of the third level, and has not completely passed the first level, so the level of the trial tower is only ‘3.2’!

While the elite training camp recruits top talents from all over the world, there are still dozens of students still roaming the first floor of the trial tower.

This shows how difficult it is to test the standards of the trial tower!

But as a rookie, Wang Yi actually tested it for the first time, and he passed the first level of the second level before he officially became a training camp student!

This talent, this aptitude, is probably the first person Yang Hui has seen in so many years!

But Yang Hui still doesn't believe that he can keep going.

Time goes by little by little.

Yang Hui standing at the entrance of the trial tower once again saw the black carving on Wang Yi's trial tower level change—

‘2.6’!

"NS!"

With a foul language, he blurted out from the mouth of a **** of war.

Yang Hui was full of shock.

even a little doubt about life.

That was the second level b test of the trial tower. He couldn't figure out how Wang Yi broke through.

Is he really only eighteen years old?

Is there a genius in the world who can pass the second level b test of the trial tower at the age of eighteen?

Just when Yang Hui doubted his life.

Trial space.

Wang Yi was fighting with countless iron-clad scorpions in the desert, and the violent wind stirred up dust and sand.

Among them, there is also a middle-level beast-level ‘silver armor scorpion’ with ten heads much larger than other iron armor scorpions.

Under the leadership of the ‘Silver Armor Scorpion’, dozens of iron armor scorpions attacked together, wave after wave, not to mention the elementary warriors, even the high warriors are easy to fall!

Instead, Wang Yi no longer stretched the distance, but turned into a flash of lightning. Ghosts and spirits usually wandered among the armored scorpions, forcing those armored scorpions to be unable to form a perfect formation to siege him, unless they are accompanied by a companion. Kill together!

The air bursting sound, the scalp tingling squeaking sound, the sound of the knife slashing on the iron armored scorpion, mixed and constantly sounded, chaotic and violent.

Wang Yi was covered in blood. I don’t know how many iron-clad scorpions died under his hands. The double knives turned into two rays of blood. They slashed wildly, slashed, slashed, cut across, slashed straight... the brain didn’t think at all, in an instant. Just follow the instinct to make an attack.

At this moment, he is like the evil spirit Shura, full of destruction with violent sword light.

wherever he goes, it brings death.

...

Yang Hui looked at the carved number violently from ‘2.6’ to ‘3.0’!

My throat squirmed, and I swallowed my saliva with difficulty.

groaned in my heart.

monster!

How did he bring a monster?

Yang Hui knew that the training camp was about to usher in a major earthquake.

Yang Hui didn't know how Wang Yi passed the trial tower, but he knew that Wang Yi was able to achieve this step, and he would inevitably reach a very high level in the realm of body technique, fist strength, sword technique... these aspects.

But it is not as high as usual!

"He is only eighteen years old..." Yang Hui's consciousness was hit by an unprecedented shock, and he felt like a dream. It is hard to believe that this is the truth.

But the dazzling black engraving in front of him told him that all of this is real!

was born in a civilian family and was 18 years old. It hasn't been a month since he officially became a martial artist. No one taught him to do this on his own... Yang Hui passed this concept in his mind, and he felt his scalp numb.

Now he finally believes that there really are monsters in the world!

The elite training camp may usher in the most enchanting genius in history!