Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 292 - 48: The Sixth Trial, Final Battle! (Two-in-One Da Zhang)_3

Chapter 292: Chapter 48: The Sixth Trial, Final Battle! (Two-in-One Da Zhang)_3

As the top genius of the Heavenly Time Institute, Shi Yong’s courtyard was always with the Agricultural Masters, where the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi was even more abundant.

Ge Jingsong often saw Shi Yong sleeping in the courtyard, but it had been several days since he last saw him.

He stopped a passerby and asked, "Do you know what Shi Yong has been up to lately?"

"Returning to you, Mr. Ge, hic~" The passerby almost let something slip but quickly pretended to hiccup, clasped his hands in apology, and then replied again, "Mr. Ge, Shi Yong went to the Taicang Institute and enrolled in the now-popular grassman training course."

"He had already passed several challenges and has now gone to the Primordial Dojo to comprehend."

"Oh, you may go." Ge Jingsong responded indifferently and let the passerby leave.

He took out the Earth Mirror and began to check the situation of the grassman training course.

After seeing the ranking results of the fourth challenge, his eyes couldn’t help but narrow.

"..."

"..."

Ge Jingsong was speechless for a long time.

He finally understood why Shi Yong had disappeared for three days!

Given Shi Yong’s nature, he had always been number one. Since entering the Ten Suns Cave Heaven, he had never lost at anything.

Now, being surpassed by four people naturally stung, especially since the first was Zhao Xing, who was not even a genius of the Taicang Institute.

"This may not be a bad thing; Shi Yong has never been diligent. Now that someone is catching up, it might serve as a motivation for him."

"But for Old Cheng and me, our reputations..."

Ge Jingsong remembered the look of the passerby just now and couldn’t help but bitterly smile.

Who would have thought that a single lapse back then would allow Zhao Xing to ascend rapidly, slapping him and Cheng Qingming’s faces over and over?

It seemed likely that during this year’s training of the Military Minister of Agriculture Officers, this matter would be brought up frequently. Sigh...

"At least I gave him a secondary first rank; Old Cheng gave him a lower first rank." Ge Jingsong put away the Earth Mirror and started walking towards Cheng Qingming’s courtyard.

I can’t be the only one feeling down; Old Cheng has to know too.

....

Inside the Ten Thousand Skill Palace, at a pavilion.

"Smack!"

A Flying Grassman rushed over and slapped Zhao Xing’s shoulder, who was resting at the table.

Zhao Xing seemed to sense it, leaping to the side suddenly.

"Smack!"

A palm print immediately appeared on the terrace.

Seeing Zhao Xing awake, the Flying Grassman stood still, no longer moving.

Zhao Xing rubbed his cheek.

He had set a wake-up call for himself, but it was a "Flying Grassman" version.

Before sleep, he instructed the grassman to wake him up in a couple of hours, also training his alertness in the process.

"So, two hours have already passed. That was quick."

Zhao Xing jumped to a higher spot and summoned a ’Basin Cloud,’ buried his head in it, and washed his face.

Feeling that it was not satisfying enough, he pointed his finger, turning the ’Basin Cloud’ into a ’Pool Cloud.’

"Boom! Crackle!" Thunder and lightning flashed within the cloud layers, and the cold water turned into hot water.

Then he jumped into the cloud layer and took a bath.

"Splash!"

After enjoying his bath, Zhao Xing fell from the cloud layer.

As he landed, the Gang Wind blew, drying his clothes, and he felt incredibly comfortable all over.

"Keep it up!"

Zhao Xing summoned two grassmen.

They were a Suicide Explosive Grassman and a Flying Grassman.

The Suicide Explosive Grassman was of mid-order perfection, while the Flying Grassman was of the eighth transition.

"Shashasha~"

The two grassmen quickly disintegrated, turning into floating materials, but one could still make out their human-like frames; they did not collapse into disarray.

"Flying Sacrificial Explosion, merge!"

Zhao Xing pointed his finger, and the two grassman frames slowly overlapped. Firecrackers, Wind Spirit Branches, golden silk leaves, and several other plant materials began to interweave, recombining under the golden light of spells to form a new grassman.

The new grassman was slightly larger than a single grassman and had wings at its back, displaying a cyan and golden hue with some lines and patterns. The rest of the thin, transparent wings shimmered.

"Go!"

Zhao Xing pointed, and the Flying Sky Sacrificial Explosion Grassman fluttered its wings; it turned into a whirlwind and sped toward the designated training target.

The target was a fourth-rank wooden pile called Golden Rock Wood, inscribed with defensive arrays, used by the Mechanical School to test the impact.

Swoosh~

The Flying Sky Sacrificial Explosion Grassman crossed a hundred meters, appeared before the target, and hugged it tightly.

Its entire body turned dark red in an instant.

"Boom!"

Fragments flew in all directions.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~

The power of the fragments even surpassed a hundred meters, shooting toward Zhao Xing.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

Zhao Xing retreated behind the Giant Shield Grassman, and all the fragments hit the Giant Shield Grassman’s broad chest.

Next to the Golden Rock Pile was a crystal ball showing the words:

[The identified test type is ’Suicide Explosive Grassman’]

[The comprehensive destructive power of the explosion reached ’proper eighth-grade upper,’ with the maximum lethality at secondary seventh-rank lower, one place.]

[The comprehensive destructive power covered an area within a twenty-meter radius, decaying to ninth-grade lower after fifty meters.]

Zhao Xing, after reading the test results next to the wooden pile, looked at the crystal ball on the left side of the track.

The crystal ball on the left was simpler.

It displayed only four words: [zero point three five]

This referred to the speed test based on the Sonic speed, a base unit.

Usually, reaching the sixth-rank could break the sound barrier.

An eighth-grade Martial Artist’s short burst speed was approximately thirty to forty percent of the speed of sound.

The same standard applied to those in the magic profession.

Of course, geniuses were different, especially with some spells that allowed much faster short-term travel.

For instance, Zhao Xing’s Divine Movement Protection was already at the tenth rank, comparable to high-order spells.

In short bursts, it was close to the standard speed of sound.

High-order spells were generally mastered at the sixth-rank.