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The test continued steadily.

"Bang, bang …"

"The second pillar of light has been successfully passed. The test has been completed and you have passed!"

"Bang, bang, bang …"

"Three times the pillar of light failed the test, failed the test, eliminated!"

"Bang, bang, bang …"

"Three times the pillar of light failed the test, failed the test, eliminated!"

"…"

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn had passed, only a dozen people remained in each column.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud sound rang out, attracting everyone's attention. They saw a well-dressed youth still maintaining his boxing posture while the deep blue stone tablet in front of him continued to tremble slightly. The white crystal on it glowed with a dazzling light.

"One success, passed!"

The deacon's eyebrows twitched, and said.

"Damn! He really lives up to the name of Pan Xing. This punch should have the strength of at least a thousand kilograms. Judging from his expression, he doesn't seem to have much true essence left …"

"So domineering. This time, he must be aiming for the title of the strongest freshman …"

"Unsurprisingly, the title of number one freshman in terms of fighting prowess is his. The two youngsters who passed the first round seem to have the same cultivation base as Pan Xing, both in the 3rd level of the Mortal Realm. However, when it comes to actual combat, they're not on the same level."

"…"

Everyone was discussing the matter, and all kinds of surprised gazes were fixed on Pan Xing.

Pan Xing withdrew his fist and looked in the direction of Ling Yan. Then, he slowly raised his middle finger!

The fact that he had been defeated by Ling Yan, whose strength and talent were far inferior to his, made Pan Xing quite frustrated. He had no choice but to admit it, because he had struck the deep blue monument hard, wanting to show Ling Yan the difference between them.

Who was Pan Xing provoking?

The crowd burst into an uproar. They immediately followed Pan Xing's gaze to look for Ling Yan, and upon seeing him, everyone became excited.

Wasn't Ling Yan the same youngster who had dominated the first stage? No wonder Pan Xing had paid attention to him. Could it be that Ling Yan's combat strength was also very powerful? But there was no Ling Yan in the list of seeded contestants.

Could it be that Ling Yan is a strong dark horse?

Very soon, it was Ling Yan's turn to take the test. Ling Yan didn't mind the crowd's attitude towards watching a good show, but since someone was already at his doorstep, he could only accept it.

What he lacked the least was power.

Without circulating the power of blood, just by relying on his own strength, Ling Yan had already reached 1500 jins at the first major completion of the mortal pregnancy!

This was the true strength of the body. It was comparable to an ordinary Second Stage Mortal Body Refinement martial artist that used all of their true essence.

If a Mighty Elephant Staged Stage Three martial artist didn't have a martial skill, Ling Yan could basically rely on the pure and condensed power of his blood energy to increase his strength and speed, and could even contend against them.

If his cultivation had reached the third level of the Mortal Stage, even if his family was poor, he could still buy a low rank Mortal Realm martial skill and learn it by killing vicious beasts, hunting materials, or making money by serving as a bodyguard for some families.

There were very few Mortal Stage Martial Skills on the market. They were usually considered the most precious treasures of the clan in some small clans, but generally speaking, lower ranked Martial Skills could be found in large shops and shops.

The second test was a test of combat strength, and strength was also a manifestation of one's combat strength. The difference from a Qi Refining martial artist was that it was a muscle strength that a body refining martial artist possessed, so it basically didn't need to consume too much of the blood energy in their body to move it.

Soon, it was Ling Yan's turn for the second stage of the examination.

Everyone's spirits were slightly shaken. It was finally the turn for the dark horse to appear for the first stage. They didn't know what kind of strength Ling Yan would use to face Pan Xing's provocation. Fifty percent? Eighty percent? All?