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It was actually a martial skill! Everyone present was dumbstruck. Within the Divine Martial Primal Pagoda, they were unable to use the power of magic tools, so they were naturally unable to use martial skills. No matter how high the grade of magic tools were, they were no different from a pig slaughtering knife. However, they hadn't expected that the warriors in the formation wouldn't be bound by the rules and would be able to use martial skills.

A martial artist at the Pulse Condensation Period could even use martial skills. How could he still fight!? A few participants with lower cultivations had already given up on trying to break through, but the chances of fighting with the Pulse Condensation Fighter was still limited, so there was a chance for them to increase their combat experience.

Just as everyone was hesitating, several participants with low cultivation bases seemed to have agreed upon something, and they all launched their attacks at the same time. Smoke immediately rose up from all directions, and the sword Qis that were in disarray rose up and down in succession, setting off waves of sandstorms.

When the smoke dispersed, miserable corpses were lying on the messy battlefield. These people were all killed before they could even get close to the warriors! Although this was just an illusion from the Divine Martial Primal Pagoda, the reality of the scene in front of them still made them feel terrified.

Chu Fei inhaled a breath of cold air, the difference in strength was simply too great. This Pulse Condensation Period martial artist could use the sword energy for long range attacks, but he couldn't even close in, how could he still play?!

At this time, someone told Chu Fei the answer.

Although Pan Song had an impatient personality, he was not stupid. He clearly saw the scene just now where the participants were rushing towards their deaths together. Although the Pulse Condensation Fighter's sword aura was biting cold, a single sword strike could only injure the body, not the bones. It could not endanger one's life. All of the dead participants had died because of the seven or eight sword auras that they had absorbed. Pan Song was confident that he would be able to withstand ten sword auras and not fall!

Pan Song bellowed, raised his left hand to block his face, fiercely rushing towards the closest warrior. One, two, three! The Pulse Condensation Fighter released countless of sword Qis, and only three of them managed to hit Pan Song's chest. Stimulated by the blood and pain, Pan Song's fighting spirit increased instead of dropping. His body did not pause at all, and in an instant, he had already rushed to the front of the ranker.

"Kill!" Pan Song roared, his right hand clenched into a fist as he punched towards the warrior's chest with all his strength.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Pulse Condensation Fighter hastily retracted his sword and blocked. However, this was already within Pan Song's expectations. Not only did he not withdraw his fist, he increased his strength and clashed directly with Pulse Condensation Fighter's sword.

With a whoosh, the long sword in the warrior's hand was broken by Pan Song's punch, and the warrior was forced back a few steps by the huge impact. While you're sick, I'll take your life! Pan Song grabbed onto the broken blade with one hand, and while the warrior's footsteps became unstable, he hurriedly rushed forward again, putting all his strength into piercing the broken blade into the warrior's chest! Pulse Condensation Fighter's hands weakly waved in the air twice, and his body slumped down, burping loudly!

Killing one thousand enemies would inflict eight hundred casualties. Although Pan Song had successfully killed a warrior. However, he had suffered quite a bit of damage. He had been hit by seven or eight streams of sword Qi, and his right hand was already close to being crippled. Even his entire body was dyed red with blood. What he was going to face next was the most brutal eighth floor of the Divine Martial Primal Pagoda!

They just saw Pan Song tenaciously killing a Pulse Condensation Fighter. The onlookers on the Xuanwu Square all jumped in joy, full of joy. But at this moment, the participants of the sixth floor didn't feel so good in their hearts. Although Pan Song had shown them a way to clear the level. But not everyone had Pan Song's powerful physique. Some of the weaker ones would probably cry and scream in pain while others would be like Pan Song who fought bravely against the enemy.

Chu Fei was also extremely anxious at this moment. Although he believed that he could be as successful as Pan Song, he wasn't as stocky as Pan Song. Even if he could win, it would be a tragic sight to behold. When he reached the eighth floor, he would only be able to send away the food with his life.

After racking his brains, Chu Fei finally thought of a foolish idea. The Pulse Condensation Fighter had only evolved from a formation, it had a single movement route. As long as he pretended to lie dead on the ground and wait for the warrior to approach, he could suddenly launch an attack!

Hehe, Chu Fei laughed sinisterly, if this shameless method was used in the past, he would be embarrassed to use it. However, after seeing Zheng Songshi's craftiness today, Chu Fei was no longer interested in pretending to be the Young Master.

Chu Fei followed his usual routine and sneaked his way to a place slightly further away from the group. He was prepared to make a move on a lone Pulse Condensation Fighter. In order to get as close to the warrior as possible, Chu Fei chose to quietly get closer to him from behind. Reaching a distance of about sixty meters from the martial practitioner, Chu Fei's whereabouts were still exposed. A Sword Qi suddenly flew towards Chu Fei's direction.

"Damn, isn't that too treacherous? Even if he wants to fight, he shouldn't greet him." Chu Fei scolded softly, he seemed to have forgotten that he had also used a sinister sneak attack.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Chu Fei was unerringly struck by the Sword Qi and let out an extremely exaggerated cry. After that, he placed his hands on the ground and slowly fell down.

Indeed, it was as Chu Fei had expected. Pulse Condensation Fighter mistakenly thought that he had already killed Chu Fei, so he did not continue to attack.

Seeing that the Pulse Condensation Fighter was getting closer and closer, Chu Fei quickly held his breath and focused like a cheetah, quietly waiting for its prey.

When the Pulse Condensation Fighter was only four to five meters away from Chu Fei, he seemed to have felt that something was amiss. He looked curiously at Chu Fei who was lying on the ground motionlessly.

Since he was already exposed, Chu Fei no longer hid. He suddenly erupted, and like a hungry wolf pouncing towards its prey, he rushed towards Pulse Condensation Fighter. His right hand clenched into a fist, and smashed straight towards Pulse Condensation Fighter's chest! Chu Fei used the same punch as Pan Song. Indeed, like this, the warrior who did not have time to release his sword qi could only use his sword to block Chu Fei's attack with his chest. Chu Fei was not as fierce as him, daring to use his fist to clash with the sword. Chu Fei's punch was a feint, and the sword defense that Pulse Condensation Fighter used was also within his expectations. Before the fist and sword could collide, he had already retracted his right hand, and with a sweep of his body, he directly sent Pulse Condensation Fighter flying to the ground! Before Pulse Condensation Fighter could react, Chu Fei once again used his leg and kicked the back of Pulse Condensation Fighter's head! The Pulse Condensation Fighter didn't have time to resist as he was kicked by Chu Fei until he fainted.

Most of the people in the Xuanwu Square were paying attention to the battle in the center of the stage. People as remote as Chu Fei naturally didn't pay too much attention to it. However, there were a few people who could see it clearly.

"This guy is even more shameless than me!" Zheng Songshi, who had already been eliminated, saw Chu Fei use such a shameless method to win, his eyes opened so wide that they were about to fall out of their sockets.

On the other side of Xuanwu Square, Yun Mie and the rest also saw Chu Fei's performance.

"This Chu Fei is really shameless, he dares to use such a sinister method? This is simply a disgrace to all who cultivate. " Yi Shuihan scolded loudly. He naturally would not let go of any opportunity to belittle Chu Fei.

An Zhiyue stood at the side in silence. At this moment, her mood had already fallen to the bottom of the valley;

"Although Chu Fei faking his death in this move is a bit shameful, he did not violate the rules. He was able to participate in the competition on the final level perfectly, which also increased his chances of winning by a few points." Yun Mie was not surprised at all with Chu Fei's crafty methods. After all, he was in the center of the struggle for power, so he was used to all kinds of crafty tactics.

When the people on the Xuanwu Square saw the participants on the seventh floor struggling bitterly but ultimately died to the's sword, they couldn't help but discuss the tragic scene. They lamented the might of the only strong person who had passed the sixth floor, Pan Song. But what made them even more surprised was that there was someone on the eighth floor, and that person was Chu Fei!

"How did this Chu Fei manage to enter the eighth floor? Why didn't I see it? " Everyone could not help but discuss with each other.

"I just saw him faking his death to trick a Pulse Condensation Period martial artist, and then sneak attacking and killing him!" Someone from the crowd suddenly shouted.

The crowd burst into an uproar! To think that such a crafty move would be accepted by so many people as an interview, did this Chu Fei not think of his reputation? After entering the Mysterious Sky Academy, he could be considered a righteous person. If he were to do such a thing, he might end up attracting the ridicule of others in the future.

Chu Fei did not know that he had already become the focus of discussion among the crowd. Looking around, the space on the eighth floor appeared to be much smaller than the previous floors. If they were to fight, they might not even have a place to hide.

Not long after Chu Fei entered the eighth floor, a white figure appeared at the starting point of the eighth floor. It was the cold looking girl, Fu Yaruo, who had arrived at the seventh floor with Chu Fei just now. However, the current Fu Yaruo no longer had her calm expression from before, and a few sword wounds appeared on her body.

Yet another awkward scene. The three of them looked at each other. None of them said anything, just quietly waiting for the eighth level to begin. After yet another long period of time, the eighth floor had yet to begin.

Unable to bear this embarrassing situation, Chu Fei could only bite the bullet and ask: "Excuse me, why has the eighth level not started yet?"

"The eighth floor is the last floor of the Divine Martial Primal Pagoda. Everyone who reaches this floor will fight to the death here and decide who will take first place." Fu Yaruo, who was circulating her energy to heal her injuries, opened her eyes, looked at Chu Fei, and coldly replied: "So, the eighth level will only officially begin after all the people in the first level have been eliminated."