As expected by Ice Storm, Ye Zi did not get even a single wound on his body.

He steadily walked out of the distance of fifty arms and accurately threw the rock to the designated area outside the runway - just across the line, without wasting any effort, even half an arm was thrown.

Ahead is a fishing net filled with sharp knives.

Across the runway, about half an arm's height.

There are countless sharp blades hanging down, and you have to crawl forward and be careful to get through them.

For a slim agile warrior like Ye Zi, this is his strength.

But he still did not use all his strength, but crawled slowly and meticulously, making sure that no sharp blade or fishhook caught his flesh and blood.

The speed doesn't seem to be very fast.

But because he did not get entangled with the other strong men of the rat people, after climbing through the sharp-edged fishing net, he had already arrived behind the first group.

The first group consists of fourteen or five of the strongest rat people.

They crowded the entire runway, eyeing each other and being highly alert to the pursuers behind them.

Anyone who wants to surpass them will inevitably be bombarded mercilessly by their elbows as hard as war hammers.

Ye Zi has no intention of being the leader.

Hang leisurely behind the first group, keeping a distance of three to five arms.

Ahead is a sandbag array.

Hundreds of sandbags filled with iron sand were wrapped in the leather of the totem beast, with huge steel nails embedded in the leather.

Like a mace hanging upside down, blocking the entire runway.

If you want to pass through the sandbag array, you must push out all the mace-like sandbags to create a path.

But the sandbags pushed out will swing back again.

The harder you push, the harder you swing, the harder you hit.

The collision between sandbags will also set off a chain reaction.

When hundreds of sandbags shake violently together, they can really squeeze the tester into a meat pie alive.

When the strong men in the first group passed through the sandbag formation, they were all severely hit by the sandbags embedded with steel nails.

Many people had bruises and swollen faces, some had cuts on their bodies, and some even suffered internal injuries and blood spurted out.

After being pushed and pushed by more than a dozen strong men, hundreds of sandbags seemed to be injected with strong vitality, moving irregularly in different directions, and the chain reaction of collisions with each other made it impossible for latecomers to figure out their direction.

Many strong men of the rat people who were left behind could only gnash their teeth and wait in front of the sandbag array.

Wait until the sandbag has calmed down a bit before you can break in.

Ye Zi didn't hesitate at all, and rushed into the violently shaking sandbag array with a single stride.

Amid the exclamations of the onlookers, he was like a loach, nimbly finding gaps in the collision of sandbags.

It looked like the sandbag was about to knock him away, but he spun like a top, narrowly missing him one after another.

Once, he was obviously knocked away by a sandbag, but the two sandbags at the foot collided hard and bounced out at the same time, just making way for him.

The dazzling movements made the onlookers marvel.

"This kid is so lucky!"

"Did he transfer all his luck from the previous two days of trials to today's trial?"

Kill these onlookers, they all don't believe that Ye Zi's actions are due to precise calculations and clever use of force.

After thinking about it, I can only attribute it to luck.

Ice Storm's expression became more and more solemn.

She could see that the streamlined, seemingly not exaggerated muscle bundles on the boy's limbs were beating in a wave-like manner.

A steady stream of power, like never-ending ripples, helped him make wonderful dodges and leverages again and again.

Ice Storm has never seen such a strange way of exerting force.

No matter the Golden Clan or the Bloodhoof Clan.

Regardless of whether they were tiger men, leopard men, lion men, tauren, wild boar men, or elephant men, the way the military nobles exerted their power seemed to be not as concise, precise, and effective as the rat boy in front of them.

"There is a treasure hidden behind this young man!"

Ice Storm increasingly confirms this.

She closed her eyes and imagined herself using a similar method of exerting force.

She was surprised to find that the same technique could be applied to herself, and it could greatly improve her combat effectiveness!

Suddenly there was an explosion of cheers from all around.

Ice Storm suddenly opened his eyes and found that the rat boy had broken through the sandbag formation and was speeding past the path of blazing flames filled with charcoal at lightning speed.

If you want to step on red-hot charcoal and pass through the thirty-arm-long path of flames, you must either have rough skin and thick flesh, or your feet will not touch the dust.

The rat boy who chose the latter finally burst out with all his strength, like an arrow leaving the string. His toes barely touched the charcoal, but stepped on the flames, and rushed to a safe area in the blink of an eye.

Such a wonderful performance conquered all onlookers.

The sarcasm like the cold wind all turned into a warm wave of admiration.

Some people even cast admiring glances at Ice Storm, as if to say: "As expected of Lord Ice Storm, I can see the potential hidden in him at a glance!"

In this way, Ye Zi always followed the first group, passed through all obstacles, and came to the front of the last level.

This level looks very simple.

It just requires them to cut down a piece of wood.

However, this thirty-arm-high piece of wood is the hardest core of the datura tree.

Moreover, it was smeared with the totem beast's grease and shiny, and there was no way to rely on it. If you were not careful, you would slip off it.

Their cutting tools were not swords or sharp axes made of metal, but just a broken and heavy stone axe.

The most terrible thing is that what they are asked to cut down is not the root of the mandala tree core, but the top, which is about twenty-five arms high - they must cut off the top five arms of the tree core.

Apart from a heavy and crude stone axe, the only tool they could use was a bundle of datura tree branches.

First, cut a gap at the root of the tree core.

Insert a branch into it to use as a stepping stone, stand on it, cut down a higher point, cut a second gap, insert a second branch, climb up, and cut down a higher point.

Just by cutting down step by step and climbing step by step, it would take about ten or twenty gaps to be cut and more than ten or twenty branches inserted to reach the height of twenty-five arms.

It is conceivable that the branches inserted into the gap cannot be fixed particularly firmly.

Moreover, mandala branches are originally very elastic and can sway.

Standing on a branch that is shallowly inserted into the gap is like standing on the waves. It is impossible to be stable at all, let alone swinging a heavy and rough stone ax and using all your strength to cut a new gap.

This is the most difficult level.

It not only tests the tester's strength and stability, but also tests the tester's spirit and judgment.

Because the length, thickness, softness and hardness of the branches vary, and the number may not be sufficient, the tester must accurately calculate and allocate his physical strength and the distance between the branches in order to climb all the way to the highest point of the mandala tree core.

The first group in line, the strong men who had been rushing forward just now, came to the core of the mandala tree and looked up at the top five arms, which had been painted with red paint and needed to be cut down. They all had solemn expressions and frowned in thought.

After calculating silently for a while, he spat into the palm of his hand a few times, carried the branch on his back, picked up the stone ax, and chopped with all his strength.

Even the seemingly most reckless ones among them were cautious at this moment, preferring to chop more axes on the core of the mandala tree and cut the gap deeper so that the branches could be fixed more solidly and the steps would be more stable.

However, among the strong men in the first group, the fastest one only inserted seven or eight branches and climbed to the height of twelve or thirteen arms. Another burst of unbelievable surprise broke out among the onlookers.

call.

"He, he actually rushed to the first place!"

Following the direction they pointed, a figure that was more agile and nimble than any strong man climbed up the slippery mandala tree core without any hesitation or stagnation.

The seemingly heavy stone ax drew almost perfect arcs in his hand, and cut deeply into the hard and smooth tree core at a very clever angle. On average, two axes could cut a triangular gap.

The gap is not deep, and the branches inserted in it always look shaky like foxtail grass in the strong wind.

When a young man steps on it, it is like stepping on a solitary boat in the stormy waves. He goes up and down, left and right, and he may lose his footing and fall at any time.

But no matter how thrilling his movements were, his toes were like the barbs of the Thunder Clan, digging deeply into the branches and integrating with the core of the entire mandala tree.

He even used the elasticity of the branches to speed up his swing and climb, and in a short time, he climbed to a height of twenty-five arms.

The entire training camp was silent.

No one can believe their eyes.

There were even many strong men who participated in the competition and felled from the branches. They were so shocked by the young man's flowing movements and explosive power that they fell from the branches without checking.

The rat boy was not disturbed by anything.

Silently recalling the secret technique taught to him by Lord Reaper in his mind.

Think of the mandala tree core smeared with red paint in front of you as the neck of a bull-headed warrior with a severed horn.
To be continued...