Chapter 265: My Willpower Is Even Stronger Than This Inherited Powerhouse's!

He Youtong looked back at Chen Yan repeatedly; she walked further and further away, until eventually, Chen Yan became a tiny speck within her line of sight.

"Inexplicable."

She gave a soft huff.

If it were before, she would have almost certainly concluded that Chen Yan would also achieve a decent result in the willpower assessment.

As it turned out, this Chen Yan had actually given up right from the start.

He Youtong stopped paying attention to Chen Yan and continued walking forward, then suddenly let out a soft laugh.

"What am I afraid of him for?"

She was almost amused to the point of anger by herself.

Chen Yan was destined to be influenced by the crystallization of malice within the Seventh-Rank Fist Intent Stone and become a puppet.

It was also at this moment.

Suddenly, exclamations rang out all around.

He Youtong looked over.

At the very front, in front of Yu Changsheng, who was following the Blood Sword along with Zhang Luobai, a brilliant white grain of rice appeared.

A Time Seed!

Yu Changsheng had condensed the first Time Seed.

Immediately after!

Hum!

Zhang Luobai also condensed a Time Seed.

The third person to condense a Time Seed was unexpected.

Shao Hengyang.

A Sixth-Rank General Star from Yunmeng City.

He Youtong gritted her teeth.

She suddenly realized that she was not even considered outstanding among the geniuses of Qinzhou.

In the previous two rounds, her results had only been around tenth place.

The crowd continued to move forward, following the Blood Sword.

At this moment, many people's footsteps slowed down.

The further they followed the Blood Sword, the more intense the hardship they felt within their bodies became.

Experiencing the memories of the Blood Sword Saint was also causing them unbearable pain.

Time passed slowly.

Outside.

Inside the assessment space.

All the examinees sat cross-legged with their eyes closed, having all entered the illusion.

On the massive leaderboard, the rankings were displayed.

【First Place Yu Changsheng: Seven】

【Second Place Zhang Luobai: Six】

【Third Place Zhu Lili: Five】

【Fourth Place Shao Hengyang: Five】

【Fifth Place Jiang Yuan: Four】

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Outside, sounds of surprise rang out one after another.

"What is up with this Yu Changsheng this year, to be so outstanding?"

"Wait, why is Chen Yan's name not on the leaderboard?"

"That's right, Chen Yan from Yunmeng City hasn't appeared; could it be that he hasn't even comprehended a single Time Seed?"

"Could he be so bold as to not care about the so-called willpower assessment at all?"

The crowd discussed.

Chen Yan's name was heard incessantly.

Because Chen Yan had been extremely outstanding in the first two rounds, everyone had assumed that Chen Yan would also shine brilliantly in the third round.

As it turned out, up to now, Chen Yan's ranking had not appeared at all.

As time slowly passed.

The number of times Chen Yan's name was mentioned by the crowd became fewer and fewer.

Everyone began to focus on the top-ranked prodigies on the leaderboard.

Someone realized:

"No matter how much courage one has, one's willpower is not necessarily very strong."

The crowd fell silent; although they felt it was strange, they had no way to refute it.

Because it was truly hard to explain.

This Chen Yan had not even comprehended a single Time Seed by now.

This was not just disappointing; it was astonishing.

Shen Yiwei also frowned.

This shouldn't be.

Chen Yan's willpower is not strong?

A genius who can cultivate the 【Heaven-Patrolling】 to the point of passing out directly—could his willpower be anything but strong?

"This Chen Yan..."

Beside him, Zong Heng spoke in astonishment, looking as if he had more to say but stopped himself.

"It's not what you think." Shen Yiwei sighed:

"It's likely that some accident occurred."

Zong Heng pursed his lips; he patted Shen Yiwei on the shoulder and comforted him:

"There must have been some problem, otherwise he wouldn't have failed to condense even a single one."

Shen Yiwei was speechless: "Don't comfort me; a real problem has occurred."

"I'm not comforting you," Zong Heng said earnestly:

"I'm not comforting you."

"You damn..." Shen Yiwei was choked with anger.

Zong Heng was not suited for comforting people.

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"What's the situation? Go take a look." Shen Keqing also had a strange expression:

"Could Chen Yan have encountered some danger in the illusion?"

Inside the light screen, Xia Hanzhou nodded, also feeling a trace of tension.

Could there be a problem with the illusion?

It was actually quite possible.

Killing through an illusion was also an extremely formidable method of murder.

But this was an illusion created by the Time Domain Phoenix; how could the Time Domain Phoenix possibly attack an examinee?

Even though he thought this way.

Xia Hanzhou still turned off the light screen and flew directly out of the room.

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"So... that's how it is."

Inside the illusion, Chen Yan finished sitting cross-legged and stood up.

"Is... what... way?"

To the side, 【she】 was still drawing grapes on the ground.

"The Blood Sword Saint is not clear on what willpower is, but this assessment indeed contains his understanding of willpower.

I do not wish to inherit it, but that does not mean he is wrong."

San Jin spoke:

"So... you... want... to... com... comprehend..."

"No." Chen Yan's eyes were cold and clear:

"So I want to tear him apart."

He was the master of willpower; he wanted to define willpower, he wanted to define the true meaning of this martial path.

Boom!

Chen Yan threw a punch.

The illusion was entered by consciousness, not including the physical body.

Everything here was illusory, and everything about him was defined by the illusion.

That blood-colored great sword was merely the guide of the illusion.

And the willpower belonging to the Blood Sword Saint existed throughout the entire illusion.

Boom!

Chen Yan threw another punch; in reality, his physical body was still sitting cross-legged, but his consciousness within the illusion had already begun to fight.

A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

As for the path of willpower, he was the pioneer.

But that did not mean no one had wanted to pioneer it in the past.

The Blood Sword Saint was just like that.

The other party clearly knew of the existence of willpower and had guessed that willpower could be transformed into a martial path.

But the Blood Sword Saint had not succeeded.

Therefore, the residual willpower here was a defective product.

Chen Yan did not need inheritance, did not need comprehension.

As the master of the martial path, he only needed to prove that his own willpower was clearer and more powerful.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

He threw punch after punch.

It could not stir up a single ripple.

Just punching the air like this, it looked completely meaningless.

But Chen Yan knew that this was a clash of willpower.

To the side, San Jin's vermilion lips parted slightly.

【She】 couldn't understand what Chen Yan was doing at all.

"Hey!"

In a distant direction, a lagging examinee looked toward Chen Yan from afar, looking strange:

"Chen Yan, is there something you can't figure out?"

His voice drew the attention of the others nearby.

One by one, they looked at Chen Yan with astonishment; some looked as if they were watching a fool, while others frowned.

"Perhaps there is some hidden stage," someone said, standing up and following Chen Yan in throwing punches.

Quite a few examinees who could no longer keep up with the Blood Sword noticed Chen Yan at this moment and also began to throw punches.

But after throwing them for a long time, they felt nothing at all.

Many gave up.

"I declare, this movement is fucking stupid," someone cursed in a low voice, sat down, and ignored Chen Yan.

Gradually, the others gave up as well.

Only, at the very back.

Chen Yan was still throwing punches.

If he were teaching, Chen Yan would definitely say one thing.

You must use your hips...

No, you must use your will.

At this moment, Chen Yan's Word Realm erupted, his own will driven to the absolute extreme.

As he threw the punch, his body and mind were clear.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Chen Yan's punching speed grew faster and faster, his power greater.

But this was an illusion; no matter how great the power, it would not cause spatial fluctuations.

To the side, San Jin was stunned.

What was Chen Yan doing?

"Chen..." San Jin spoke.

But at this very moment.

A low, cursing sound echoed from within the void.

"Examinee, are you provoking me?"

This voice was grand in the extreme.

San Jin's eyes trembled; this was the voice of the Blood Sword Saint.

"Yes," Chen Yan said.

Boom!

He threw a punch with fierce intensity.

The next moment, he continued to throw punches.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!!!

Chen Yan suddenly froze; his fist felt as if it were striking an iron wall, and every millimeter he pushed forward was extremely difficult.

But at this moment, a trace of a smile appeared on the corner of Chen Yan's mouth.

He had succeeded.

His will had successfully shaken the will of the Blood Sword Saint, forcing the other party to restrict him.

Thus, Chen Yan would not stop even more.

He was throwing punches, bombarding the entire illusion, bombarding the will of the Blood Sword Saint.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

He threw his fist with extreme difficulty.

The speed of his punches grew slower and slower.

Raising a fist and swinging it down took a full minute.

This obstructive force was extremely clear, filling every particle of Chen Yan's conscious body.

But he did not stop.

He continued to raise his fist, continued to strike out.

At this moment, Chen Yan did not even feel tired.

A powerful will had long since made him accustomed to all of this.

He was not tired, not tired at all.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

The sound of bones cracking rang out; as Chen Yan threw his punches, his arm began to twist, and his fingers began to break.

Chen Yan's expression changed.

But at this moment, he continued to throw punches.

Under San Jin's trembling gaze, when Chen Yan's punch was fully delivered, his hand had completely turned into mush.

"Chen... Chen Yan... don't... hit anymore," San Jin said, wanting to stop Chen Yan.

She was a bit angry; the Blood Sword Saint was too hateful.

But the young man was smiling at this moment:

"I ask you, is my will firm or not?"

He retracted his fist again; his physical body was shattered, his internal organs destroyed, his flesh and blood a mess.

He continued to throw punches.

His arm snapped, and blood spilled out.

Fleshy fists, a fleshy body folding, the brain caving in.

The illusion is stopping him.

It cannot stop him.

Until a certain moment, within the illusion, Chen Yan's physical body restores itself, and he continues to throw punches.

He continues to be obliterated, and then restores himself once more.

As long as Chen Yan continues to throw punches, his physical body will inevitably be destroyed.

What exists within the illusion is merely Chen Yan's consciousness.

Yet the agony of the physical body's destruction is clearly perceived by Chen Yan.

Obliterated time and again, restored time and again, then obliterated once more.

Upon the vast and boundless earth.

Humanity has been singing endlessly.

San Jin watches in a daze, her vermilion lips slightly parted.

A trace of pity flashes across her face, then gradually gives way to amazement, and by a certain moment, what she thinks in her heart becomes firm.

This boy named Chen Yan is even more pitiful than she is.

When Xia Hanzhou arrives inside the great hall where the State Overseer resides.

Images of the Time Domain Phoenix Illusion from various provinces appear in the center of the great hall.

The young State Overseer named Xia Qi looks at one of the images, his body stiffening.

Even as the State Overseer, he does not know how determined a person must be to endure the agony of physical destruction time and again without giving up.

Xia Hanzhou opens his mouth wide, not knowing what to say at this moment.

Just then, a young voice rings out from within the illusion's image.

"The biggest problem with this trial is..."

Inside the image, the young man's physical body is destroyed, and he throws out another punch.

"My will is even stronger than this inheritor expert!"