Chapter 1045 Passing The Elimination Trial
The formation beast fell at John's feet, shaking the ground lightly. Wounds covered most of its body, which was obviously broken in many places. Unlike a creature felled by a sharp blade, with cuts and blood everywhere, this creature was bashed to death instead.
A second later, the formation beast faded away. John nodded, satisfied, then continued onwards. More tests and trials appeared on his journey through the arena. Illusory trials, combat trials, speed trials, power trials and more.
None of them came close to giving John a hard time, let alone stopping his progress forward. Almost all the way through the trial, he stopped as another formation-based opponent fell, downed by his barrage of attacks from his human shaped weapons.
'This trial is far easier than I thought it was going to be,' John thought. 'Although I suppose its difficulty makes sense. This trial isn't trying to eliminate everyone, but instead find the worthiest candidates to move onto the actual tournament. If it was so hard it eliminated everyone, it would ruin everything.'
A tall, barren mountain blocked his path forward. The air around the mountain shimmered ever so slightly, revealing some sort of energy covering it. John stepped onto the base of the mountain, feeling a powerful energy descend on him, trying to block his path forward.
He sighed with disappointment, then moved forward. The energy intensified as he continued, but even at the top where it was the strongest, it was not strong enough to force him to use his Dragon-God Shift, let alone strong enough to cause him any problem.
He crested the top of the mountain, peering down on the other side. An open field, one that stretched from one side of the arena to the other came into view. On the other side of the field was the finish line. It was a large stone archway several hundred yards wide and tall, with Elders of the Yang-Dao Sect standing nearby.
Between him and the finish line was the open field. The field was littered with formation-based enemies, thousands in total. It was closer to a battlefield than anything else, with thousands of human and bestial enemies.
The battlefield was exploding with activity, as trial participants who had arrived this far tried to make their way through the field. The formation enemies surged towards them ceaselessly, causing each participant to fight their way through hordes of enemies. From what he could tell, this was the hardest trial by far, which made sense as it was also the last one.
John focused on a girl from a sect he didn't recognize making her way through the battlefield. She was in the Early Dao Transformation realm, and as each enemy approached her, their cultivation shifted towards the Early Dao Transformation Realm as well. Dozens threw themselves at her, wave after wave.
The girl, spear in hand, faced the onslaught head on, slowly but surely making her way forward. She was struggling a bit, but was not on the verge of defeat. John watched her for a short while, then sighed again.
'If only the enemies were of a higher cultivation than my own, this could have been fun.'
Shaking his head with disappointed boredom, John made his way down the other side of the mountain and arrived at the start of the field. He walked onto it without pause, and soon a horde of enemies noticed him, then sped towards him, weapons raised, battle arts flying out.
John lowered his Sword-Dao Sect weapon, who he had named Sword of A Thousand Morons, and steadied it before him. His Yang-Dao Sect weapon still rested on his other shoulder, its natural yang aura bathing him in a nice, comfortable warmth.
On his way through the trial, John had favored using his Sword-Dao Sect weapon for almost every battle, while the Yang-Dao Sect weapon was merely ornamentation.
A muffled protest, one barely audible through the coils of lightning, sounded out.
"Silence, Sword of A Thousand Morons," John said, shaking the weapon violently in his hand. "You are a weapon. You cannot speak."
Another angered cry sounded out, which turned to frenzied pleading, then pain, as the battle began. Enemy after enemy threw themselves at John, each enemy in the Middle Dao Transformation Realm. John swung his Sword of A Thousand Morons outwards, each swing slamming into an enemy with violent power.
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