The Favored Son of Heaven Chapter 385 - Three Sacred Martial Exam Record! Break the Record! Record it! Break the Record Again!

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Entrance.

Not far from the beach, there was a door at the foot of a small hill. Two strong characters written in black ink were engraved above the gate.

Qin Fen realized the eyes of his companions showed unexpected admiration. It was indeed the location of Sacred Martial Hall. Even the word "entrance" written above the man-made gates had the concept of martial dao. One would imagine that the person who had written these two words was someone at the Grandmaster level.

When everyone walked into the cave, they heard a loud rumble from the entrance of the cave behind them and saw that the entrance closed in the blink of an eye.

The cave that was bathed in sunlight just now had suddenly succumbed to a darkness so dark that one could not even see their own fingers.

No light, no sound, everything was so quiet.

"The second exam of the Three Sacred martial Exam, martial senses in the dark. In the passage in front of you, there are traps hidden in the ground and/or wall. If you can't walk out of the passage safely, you will lose your qualifications."

A series of noises were heard at the same time from the surrounding cave walls. Every young martial artist could hear it clearly.

Qin Fen noticed a faint smile creeping upon Xue Tian's face. The Sacred Martial Hall exam was quite comprehensive. It not only assessed the balance and speed of the movement technique, it also assessed the vision of martial artists.

Ordinary people generally need sixty lux of light to have a normal visual system. Through constant training, martial artists can see things clearly without the strong lux by focusing their true energies on their eyes.

The purity of true energy often determined how much lux was needed to see things clearly.

The door behind seemed to be closed tightly but it still left enough brightness of zero point zero two three lux.

This number had little to no difference from total darkness for ordinary people but it was enough for the martial artists!

In the dark passage, the young boy dressed in white stepped out like a lightning bolt. His white training clothes were loose and he dashed in this windless cave tunnel. His sleeves and corners of his clothes rubbed against the air and made a series of popping sounds as if a whip was being whipped in the air constantly.

In this dark passage, the young boy clothed in white did not hesitate in his footwork. Only a few stepping sounds could be heard in the cave. The person was long gone.

Mourad Tschick snorted. A noise similar to a cow sounded in the quiet passage. The true energy that was moving around him and the glowing of both his eyes was like an extra searchlight that appeared in the cave suddenly. At this moment, ordinary people could also see the surrounding layout clearly.

Less than ten meters ahead, there were nearly twenty meters of plum blossom piles. Each pile had only the thickness of a thumb. If it was to be guessed that if the plum pile falls, one would fall into the pit with a depth of fifteen meters. Although one would not fall to death, their faces would be lost. No one would be willing to move on.

After the plum blossom pile was a thirteen to fourteen long pit. If one failed to fly over it, they would also be disqualified.

On the wall in the back corridor of the big pit, there were hundreds of iron bars with the thickness of an arm. If one were to pass through, there would be a lot of sudden extensions of the bars. It was still a very troublesome issue to get hit.

After that, there was a symbol of a red cross on the wall which said "Hospital."

Obviously, it was specially prepared for the martial artists who could not pass the third level and were injured by the iron bars.

Mourad Tschick's eyes flashed and the red spear in his hand flew straight out. Its speed was much faster than the young boy.

Hiss…

The young boy in white breathed in a sip of cool air and pushed his true energy in between his eyes. Under normal circumstances, it would beam out a terrifying ray of light, but it was often just a kind of spirit and illusion. It was not actually possible to shine like that.

Who is this person? The boy in white looked at Mourad Tschick beside him. The guy in the West Asian clothing is this powerful? I haven't heard of such outstanding figures from West Asia. Two of the so-called Three Heroes of West Asia were rumored to have died and the last one's strength, according to calculations, is at eight-star. The strength of this person just now…

"This Morad, how did he become as sharp as the spear in his hand?"

Yang Lie shook his head and tipped the plum blossoms with his toes. His strength of seven-stars never had any further improvement. His clothes did not make any noise with the air. His whole person in the eyes of the boy in white felt like an oriental dragon strolling among the clouds leisurely.

His speed was not fast but it was full of self-confidence. Yang Lie smiled and looked back at Caesar, who was charging over.

Seven-stars? The boy in white stared at Yang Lie curiously. This person just used the strength of the seven-stars but he was a natural. He seemed to be more relaxed than the eight-star martial artists. It seemed that he was not in a flurry like every seven-star martial artist that ever crossed this place.

"It's a little interesting!"

In a monitoring room deep in the cave, a middle-aged martial artist had a little appreciation on his face as he held an elegant cup of tea in his hand, "The qualities of these newcomers are much better than those of the previous days. It seems that they also have a rough understanding of martial dao."

"Truth Gao, what made you so happy?" The door of the monitoring room was pushed open and Bai Sheng was dressed in a white silk tracksuit. He walked briskly to the side of Gao Yuan, "Hey? The newcomers came?"

"Yeah." Gao Yuan lifted his head and looked at Bai Sheng, "Any interest in gambling?"

"This is…" Bai Sheng's surprised face was filled with happiness quickly. This is Qin Fen! That's right! The monster Qin Fen from the recruit tournament!

Qin Fen is finally here! Bai Sheng clenched his fists subconsciously. Since he returned to Sacred Martial Hall, he had been waiting for the arrival of Qin Fen.

However, half a year had passed in a blink of an eye and Qin Fen never appeared in the Sacred Martial Hall.

Bai Sheng even suspected that Qin Fen wasn't ever coming to the Sacred Martial Hall. This young martial artist always gave people a sense of incomprehensibility, as even if he didn't come to the Sacred Martial Hall, he could still make himself a talented person.

"Little White, gamble or not?" Gao Yuan's eyes scanned Bai Sheng quickly, "Why do you seem very excited?"

"Ah?" Bai Sheng broke away from his excitement temporarily, "Bet on what? What is the wager?"

"Old rules!" Gao Yuan tapped another screen which no one had yet appeared in, "The third level, whether or not they can pass and how much time is used to pass. The loser has to help the other person to watch the monitors for a month. "

"Okay, why not add more to the gamble?" Bai Sheng stretched his finger to another empty screen, "Is there not another optional checkpoint here? How about we gamble this as well? I bet someone can pass the paper clock level. If no one could do it, I will monitor this place for a year."

"Paper clock level? Can someone complete it?" The body of Gao Yuan lying on the chair suddenly sat up straight. He was baffled, and he looked at Bai Sheng, "Little White, are you going crazy? This level was meant for those who came a year after the martial artists' assessment project. Whoever can pass is qualified to advance into a deeper place to see the martial dao."

"Why?" Bai Sheng raised his hand and touched his chin, his eyes filled with a smile, "You don't dare to gamble?"

"Ha ha ha…"

Goa Yuan sat on his chair, laughing as he tossed his body to and fro. Both his palms slapped the armrest of the chair, "Little White, did you forget what my nickname was? Truth Gao! It is Truth Gao! I am never wrong. "

Bai Sheng took a chair leisurely and sat with his legs crossed, "If you are never wrong, you wouldn't be in this monitoring room."

The laughing face of Gao Yuan turned stiff all of a sudden and his right arm raised over his head as he waved repeatedly, "That was when I was fooled! That stone kid even trained into the micro realm! Compared to the one who completed the micro realm, it isn't strange that I lost."

Bai Sheng smiled and put his legs on the monitor's countertop. This Gao Yuan was too conceited. He thought that he was right all the time but he was fooled by the Stone King Xiaolei in the end.

"Little White, since you want to help me to look after the monitoring room here for a year, then it doesn't make sense if I don't gamble with you." Gao Yuan stretched his chest, "Just say it. If I lose, what do you want? Although it's impossible for me to lose, let's talk about your requests."

"I only want one thing from you." Bai Sheng provoked his index finger, "Your practice notes."

"You…"

Bai Sheng's eyes flashed with suspicion. Today was the third time he looked at Bai Sheng so baffled, "Your martial dao is different from mine, so I'm afraid it won't be too helpful. Why…"

"This is not something you need to know." Bai Sheng swayed his index finger and the corner of his eye fluttered to Qin Fen gently, "I only asked if you dared to gamble."

"Great! I don't fear anything! I don't believe it! Other than that freak, there's still someone who can complete the assessment without going to Sacred Martial Hall?!" Gao Yuan screamed loudly, "I bet!"

"I bet this man." Bai Sheng pointed to Qin Fen on the screen, "This man lingered around the longest in the next level. He can complete the special assessment."

"This person?" Gao Yuan raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, "Is he anything special? Through the display, I can't see it."

After two turns, an iron gate opened slowly. Qin Fen and others walked into a room that was thirty square meters.

At the end of the room, there was a small door.

"Three exams of the sacred martial. For the third exam, only one person can enter at a time. Who will advance first?"

The boy in white flicked his shoulders and he appeared in front of the door like a white ape and walked into it.

This is… the boy in white stepped into the room and looked at the huge "Wu" word on the wall. Apparently, someone wrote it with their palm.

Upon seeing the word "Wu", the boy in white was shocked and his whole person stared at the martial on the wall blankly. In his mind, he recalled the martial arts technique he had learned in the past and each move and technique was flowing in his mind like a movie. Many things that had not been noticed in the past had suddenly become clear at this moment.

Once, the master told had said things that the professor could not fully understand. At this moment, he began to understand.

One second, two seconds… sixty seconds… seventy-two seconds…

The white-clothed young man had a sudden chill and he withdrew from the weird state. Bai Si's training clothes were suddenly already soaked. He looked up curiously at the "Wu" word again, but the strange feeling from before was no more.

"The third exam passed… passed…"

When the door opened, the boy in white returned to the small hall of thirty meters.

Gao Yuan grinned, "Great! Thirty-five seconds is a qualified score, this kid actually stayed for seventy seconds! The potential is good, really good!"

Bai Sheng nodded lightly. This "Wu" word was left on the wall by Song Wendong with his hand. Any martial artists who saw this "Wu" word could sink into it if they had good potential. The "Wu" word could help improve the martial dao.

Guide! Ordinary martial artists could only discipline their students through words from the mouth. When entering the martial arts master martial arts Grandmaster, or even to Qilin Song Wendong's martial arts Grandmaster realm, a handwritten word could easily kill and destroy the foundation of martial arts. However, it can also benefit people a lot!

Killing people and teaching people was only a whim away! This was the strength of a martial arts Grandmaster!

"Hey?" Gao Yuan was surprised to see Mourad Tschick who entered the room second, "Who is this kid? It's been two minutes!"

Bai Sheng raised an eyebrow, Mourad Tschick? One of the Three Heroes of West Asia at the recruit tournament, when did this young man's martial arts foundation become so deep? He stayed for two minutes and was still self-inspired? According to his strength, eighty-five seconds for him should be a miracle of miracles!

"Three minutes…" Gao Yuan swallowed and his throat slid up and down. This time record could be ranked into the top three thousand since the start of Sacred Martial Hall.

Only martial artists at the peak of nine-stars with deep foundations had the possibility of reaching three minutes! Gao Yuan looked at Mourad Tschick, Has this kid already reached the peak of the nine-stars? The notice on his body was scanned by an electronic eye, showing that he was less than nineteen years old!

A nine-star peak martial artist who was less than nineteen years old? Gao Yuan shook his head forcefully. The Sacred Martial Hall was the gathering place for Federation martial artists geniuses, but this performance was considered to be of the best seedlings!

If it was not for the monster… Gao Yuan sighed, If it was not the monster boy, this young man may become the key trainee among the key trainees! What a pity…

"Four minutes…" Bai Sheng reported the number with a blank expression and his gaze became dazed. What kind of miracle did Mourad Tschick go through? Not only did his strength soar but his foundation has also become so deep?

Ticktock… ticktock…

Time passed slowly but surely. Gao Yuan and Bai Sheng's initial surprise gradually became shock. It was an incomparable shock! This kid had stayed there for fifteen minutes! Sacred Martial Hall's second-highest record for newcomers!

"He…" The neck of Gao Yuan seemed to be inlaid with steel. He turned his stiff neck a little and looked at Bai Sheng, "This kid… did he achieve True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth?"

Bai Sheng's forehead also braved the same cold sweat as Gao Yuan. This state was clear that he had completed the True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth.

True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth, for the martial artists of the Sacred Martial Hall, was not that amazing. However, for a young martial artist who was less than nineteen years old to complete the True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth… this was another concept entirely.

"It is estimated that he is still a ten-star martial artist…"

Bai Sheng's speculation immediately got a nod of approval from Gao Yuan. Theoretically, even the martial artists of True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth could not achieve such level!

Nineteen minutes! Morad Tchick raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He gently moved every muscle in his body.

In just over ten minutes, the muscles of his body became as stiff as stones and the sweat on his clothes was like he was just salvaged from the lake.

"Hu…"

Gao Yuan and Bai Sheng brushed heavily onto the back of their chair, these nineteen minutes felt a century long.

Nineteen minutes! Nineteen minutes! Gao Yuan shut his eyes in an effort to calm down his heart. Sacred Martial Hall newcomer second-longest time record! It seemed that for a long time, no one could break it! Although he couldn't match the monster from before, this time was still amazing!

When the door opened again, Mourad Tschick walked out of the room, his eyes baffled as he stared at Qin Fen. How long would this man stay in the room? The word "Wu" seemed to have special magic that integrated the roots of martial artists. What kind of performance would this Nirvana Marrow Transformation man have?

"Everyone." Yang Lie arched his hand, "Let me go first."

Bai Sheng and Gao Yuan looked at Yang Lie weakly. This young man looked like a good figure. If he had entered before the West Asian martial artist, they would have some expectations for him.

Now? Gao Yuan shook his head weakly. He saw a monster that could stay in the "Wu" room for nineteen minutes and twelve seconds. It would be hard to gather his spirit to look at the other young martial artists.

How long would this young person last? Gao Yuan guessed weakly, One minute? Two minutes? Or a hundred seconds or so?

Two minutes, Yang Lie did not move and Gao Yuan showed admiration. If there was no such West Asian monster today, this young man would have high expectations.

Three minutes passed, and Yang Lie still hadn't moved. Gao Yuan's eyes were baffled. He didn't expect that the foundation of this kid to also be really deep. He could be still for three minutes.

After four minutes, Gao Yuan and Bai Sheng sat up straight.

Five minutes… six minutes… ten minutes… fifteen minutes… twenty minutes…

Gao Yuan supported his arms on the monitor table as it began to tremble. The muscles of his cheeks were constantly twitching. How… how is this possible? Am I dreaming? Did I not wake up? A monster of nineteen minutes and twelve seconds has just appeared and created a record that should not have been broken for a long time in the future.

How come a new young monster emerged all of a sudden? To everyone's awe, he broke the new record instantly?

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