Chapter Fifty-Two: The Dark Power Vanquished, the Examination Hall Restored
At the same time.
In the capital of the Great Xia.
Outside the Examination Institute, Li Liushui was working hard to restore the rules of the replica space. Several people nearby watched the Institute, their faces full of worry.
The longer time dragged on, the more dangerous it became for the candidates inside the Institute.
Suddenly, Li Liushui let out a startled cry.
An elderly man beside him asked with a puzzled look, “What happened?”
This old man was none other than the Blade God Lu Qingshan, famed for cleaving mountains with a single strike.
“The dark power within the replica space has suddenly weakened significantly!” Li Liushui announced.
Upon hearing this, Lu Qingshan’s expression darkened. “Could it be that all the candidates inside the Institute have perished?”
Li Liushui shook his head. “No! I can sense that there are still many of our people alive in the Institute.”
“And the darkness there has grown feeble. It must mean the demons from the Infernal Realm have been wounded.”
Those from the Infernal Realm had entered the Institute using avatars, employing dark power to disrupt the spatial rules and seal the entire building.
But under such circumstances, who inside could have wounded someone from the Infernal Realm?
Could it really be those candidates who hadn’t even reached Level 20?
Li Liushui couldn’t believe it was possible for such inexperienced candidates to injure anyone from the Infernal Realm.
In his view, the interior of the Institute was vast; if the candidates could make use of the space and hide, they might last half an hour, after which they could be rescued. But for the candidates to actually defeat the demons? That was simply impossible—even if their foe was just an avatar.
Meanwhile, inside the Institute, most of the werewolf warriors had ceased chasing the other candidates and now turned their attention to Yang Feng.
“I must kill you!” the black shadow roared. “I will tear you to pieces!”
He now viewed Yang Feng as his mortal enemy. The shadow had even forgotten his original purpose for coming to the Institute. Consumed by rage, all he could think of was Yang Feng’s death.
A horde of werewolf warriors charged at Yang Feng.
The raven warriors leapt forward to intercept, blocking the werewolves’ assault.
The ravens’ attributes were exceedingly high—well beyond those of beasts of the same level. Even though these werewolves were elite monsters from the Infernal Realm, they were still no match for the ravens. And with Yang Feng directing their attacks, the raven warriors beset each werewolf in groups.
Within seconds, more werewolf warriors fell to their claws.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Shocks echoed one after another as Yang Feng once more unleashed Fireball.
Suddenly, he noticed something had changed about his skill.
[Fireball (Level 2): Releases a fireball that deals 20% damage to all life within a hundred-meter radius.]
Since obtaining Fireball, its attributes had hardly changed. Unexpectedly, today it had leveled up, reaching Level 2. The attack range had grown from ten meters to a hundred, and the damage from ten percent to twenty.
The change might not seem dramatic, but with Yang Feng’s innate active skill talent, even a single level’s rise made the spell formidable.
“So repeated use of a skill can quickly increase its level,” Yang Feng mused. “Other than the unique skills I gained upon class change, it seems that any skills I learn from books need to be used repeatedly to level up. Combat skills and life skills are much the same after all!”
With life skills, proficiency comes with practice; the more you use them, the stronger they become.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
After Fireball’s upgrade, its power was noticeably greater. Within a few minutes, there were no more werewolf warriors left around Yang Feng. Even the black shadow on the crimson moon was silent.
A smile touched Yang Feng’s lips.
At the same moment, a glow flashed over his body.
He had reached Level 19!
Many observed this and realized that killing these monsters also granted experience.
“I can’t believe he leveled up just by slaying monsters.”
“Looks like he could solo an ultra-hard mode replication instance now!”
“That kid is incredible!”
“Where on earth is he from?”
“If he hadn’t acted in time, we’d all be dead now.”
Speculation buzzed among the crowd. Many gazed at Yang Feng with blazing admiration.
Yang Feng glanced upward and saw the black shadow still on the moon.
“It seems he can’t leave now.”
With this in mind, Yang Feng cast five fireballs in succession and soared upward, riding on a raven warrior.
The black figure on the blood-red moon now sensed danger. He no longer cackled madly, but let out a strange laugh.
“Your name is Yang Feng, isn’t it?”
“Very well, I will remember your name!”
“When you come to the Infernal Realm one day, I will settle the score with you myself!”
Yang Feng only sneered in response.
The five fireballs struck the blood-red moon and exploded.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Amid the thunderous blasts, the black figure vanished instantly. At the same moment, the crimson moon shattered and faded from the sky.
Within the Institute, the spatial rules returned to normal.
Outside, Li Liushui’s face was once again filled with astonishment.
“The darkness in the Institute has been eliminated?”
“The spatial rules have returned to normal!”
“The candidates are all safe—no casualties at all!”
Lu Qingshan, too, wore a look of disbelief. The outcome was the complete opposite of what he had expected. At his level, very few things could still surprise him.
“Can we review what happened?” Lu Qingshan asked Li Liushui, eager to know what had transpired inside.
Li Liushui nodded. “Yes, we can.”
“Let’s not rush that for now,” Lu Qingshan said. “We should first bring the candidates out before anything else happens.”
“Agreed,” Li Liushui replied.
Within the Institute, as the blood-red moon faded, the replica space returned to normal.
Ye Mengyan anxiously asked, “Yang Feng, are you all right?”
She was still visibly shaken by what had occurred. If not for Yang Feng’s intervention, they all would have perished.
Yang Feng shook his head. “I’m fine.”
Relieved, Ye Mengyan let out a long sigh.
Around them, the other candidates remained pale and shaken.