Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 341 - 341 74 Is Gentleness Being

Chapter 341: Chapter 74: Is Gentleness Being Targeted?【Two-in-one】 Chapter 341: Chapter 74: Is Gentleness Being Targeted?【Two-in-one】 “…”

Then, the perceptions of the ten instructors locked firmly onto a certain figure below, with an utterly ordinary face, curious to see to what extent this person’s qi cyclone could expand.

That face seemed to have gained tens of thousands of times more charm, captivating, touching one’s heartstrings.

The seven instructors of the human race were wondering in their hearts: “Is this kid from our country?”

Finally, the qi cyclone stopped growing when it was as big as a washbasin and no longer grew.

But this size was enough to make the instructors collapse. It was more than enough.

This was the Spiritual Vortex Fog of the Heavenly Judge!

The qi cyclone of the Spiritual Vortex Fog had a very strict regulation and rank!

The owner of the cyclone below was just a Gold Rank assassin, with at most Human-Level strength!

But the size of the cyclone as big as a washbasin was the standard of the Earth-Level peak, half-step to Heavenly-Level!

What the hell is going on?

“I remember in the previous few batches…the biggest qi cyclone was just as big as a pear!”

An instructor said blankly: “At that time, those guys in Group Three were jumping for joy…”

“Now… there’s a washbasin… I don’t feel excited at all.”

Another instructor also said blankly: “My only feeling right now is terror.”

The other instructors felt the same way.

Because this experience has really gone beyond ‘surprise’.

One of them suddenly thought: “Does anyone know how big the qi cyclones of Lord Qing Ming, Lord White Rainbow and others were back in the day?”

Everyone turned their heads.

You really dare to ask that question!

Let alone no one knows it, even if someone knows it, can they say it? Dare to say it?

Then, amid the mutual glances, everyone saw in each other’s eyes a gradual change, slowly turning into delight and even ecstatic joy!

“The Emperor takes turns, it’s my turn today, finally it’s our Group Five’s turn to shine!!”

“With this kid, we’ll stand out, rise to the top, it’ll be easy!”

“Damn it! Finally, we can hold our heads high!”

“I just hope this guy isn’t like that time… a real genius, extraordinary talent, completely attuned, but still an oddball who can’t coordinate his limbs, I’m freaking out, even his walking is awkward…”

Before this person could finish speaking, everyone shouted together: “Shut up!”

At the same time, everyone prayed: good things don’t come true, bad things do… no, bad things don’t come true, good things do. Let it not be that kind!

As time went on, more and more Gold Rank assassins entered the field. By the last day, the field was almost full, with barely any space left.

This is beyond Feng Yin’s expectations. He thought there would only be many people entering on the first and second days, but he didn’t expect that there would be roughly the same number of people entering every day. The field he was assigned to would conservatively hold more than 6,000 people!

Why there would be so many people?

The competition is too fierce.

In his previous life, everything was highly competitive, whether it was the production sector, service sector, or novel writing.

By this lifetime, even being an assassin is competitive?

Just before dawn on the sixth day, the Spiritual Vortex Fog was gone.

Among the trainees, Feng Yin’s reaction was the greatest. He felt like he had taken a huge hit, shocking him out of his focused state.

It was as if he was breathing in fresh mountain air one moment, and the next he was inhaling car exhaust.

“Oh, damn… this is intense.”

After his initial shock, Feng Yin realized that the spiritual energy he was inhaling had gone impure again.

After entering the Heavenly Judge’s barrier, especially since stepping into the field, the spiritual energy he breathed in and out was extremely pure. There was no need to extract and purify it as usual. It was one-stop, and he just had to inhale and strive to improve. But now, the atmosphere changed suddenly, and he couldn’t inhale spiritual energy as carelessly as before, and his operational ability naturally became poor.

Of course, another important factor why Feng Yin felt a greater change was that he constantly absorbed far more spiritual energy than his peers. Naturally, he was most affected at this critical moment, while the others merely felt a slight suffocation!

Feng Yin looked up at the sky and saw only the dim moon and sparse stars, without a cloud in sight.

Huh? The thin mist above his head before, has it disappeared?!

Did the special environment before had something to do with those mists?

As Feng Yin was still thinking, ten figures wearing gold masks appeared in the sky: “Gold Rank training, starts now. In this training, you will walk the line between life and death. Aside from those who die, no one is allowed to stop or retreat. May you all have great martial luck and boundless future prospects.”

All was silent. Everyone knew this in their hearts.

“Form ten lines within three breaths!”

With these words just out, the first thirty people stepped forward and raised their right hand.

Ten people in the middle watched and did not move.

Other people in the first row immediately turned around and went to the back.

There was only a breath’s worth of interval, and the neat ten rows have been neatly arranged, showing no chaos at all.

The ten gold-faced instructors descended and nodded, saying, “Not bad.”

Then they pointed to a person in the middle of the fourth row and asked: “What is your name?”

The other nine instructors also listened intently.

Underneath the golden mask, ten pairs of eyes sparkled.

Hearing this question, Feng Yin was dumbfounded.

What’s the deal?

Even if they call out my name, why start with me?

Aren’t there many people ahead of me?

I adhere to the principle of keeping a low profile, being careful, and not showing off…