Chapter 89: 89. Chapter 89: Immortal Martial (Request Subscription)

89. Chapter 89: Immortal Martial (Request Subscription)

“The Secret Realm?”

Fang Xing furrowed his brows slightly, while the other students erupted in uproar.

Many began to regret—had they known it would be this dangerous, they should have dropped out right away…

“Wait… Director Wei, I have a question…”

Fortunately, every student here was a peerless talent, accompanied by a mentor for protection.

One martial arts instructor immediately raised his hand: “Isn’t the Secret Realm a technique used by extraterrestrial demons? Are we really expected to send students directly onto a battlefield for this third practical exam? This is far too dangerous!! I cannot agree—I’m certain no other instructor here will agree either… We will jointly impeach this exam outline!”

“What’s so wrong with going to the battlefield now?”

Wei Shentong’s expression turned cold as he explained: “The Secret Realm is merely a space bubble technology. Our Federation has gradually mastered it… The realm on the Training Planet is not created by extraterrestrial demons, but a man-made replica… Its danger level is far lower than an actual battlefield…”

“So that’s how it is—I have no further questions.”

The instructor’s expression relaxed considerably.

“However, to better acclimate students to the battlefield, we’ve also deployed some demon servants within the Secret Realm…”

Wei Shentong’s next words caused others to pale slightly: “The exam procedures have already been sent to you…”

Fang Xing checked his phone and found a file had indeed arrived.

“Each student will be issued a dedicated communication device… Once inside the Secret Realm, you may kill freely, following the Federation’s established rules—those on the brink of death will be teleported out… Defeating other students grants points; killing demon servants grants substantial points; longer survival also earns rewards… Final scores will be determined by comprehensive totals…”

“This practical exam is truly interesting!”

He reviewed the rules and found them similar to Battle Royale.

Coincidentally, he’d been playing Battle Royale daily at Qinglin Market—this was second nature to him.

“Director Wei!”

At that moment, a mentor from Youlin Star also asked: “The Secret Realm resists technological artifacts—what about Zhong’s mech?”

“I’ve already said—it’s an artificial space bubble, and we set the rules. Those near death are teleported out immediately; mechs may be brought in… as long as they meet exam criteria and your personal contribution exceeds fifty percent. Weapon modules—laser guns are strictly prohibited…”

Wei Shentong explained each point in turn.

‘Of course—though humanity’s space technology lags, after decades of defense and counterattacks… we’ve learned from every blow.’

‘Now we can even create artificial Secret Realms… In the future, we might neutralize the extraterrestrial demons’ spatial authority and bring in vast quantities of weapons—or even mechs.’

Fang Xing’s mind stirred, silently marveling at the rapid advancement of technology.

Other instructors and students realized the same thing, their expressions brightening.

At that moment, proctors began distributing special silver wristbands.

“Communication between the Secret Realm and the outside world is severed. These wristbands are your score trackers… and you may voluntarily withdraw by entering this code…”

After explaining the exam rules, Wei Shentong’s square, stern face cracked into a faint smile: “Students, may your martial fortune endure!”

He extended his right hand—and only then did Fang Xing notice a shimmering, multicolored “soap bubble” centered in his palm!

No!

That was a space bubble!

The bubble expanded instantly, engulfing tens of thousands across the entire square, then exploded.

By the time Xia Long and the others reacted, all surrounding students had vanished.

“Alright, instructors, let us observe our students’ efforts!”

Wei Shentong stood tall as a pine, his hand sweeping gently.

Countless screen projections suddenly appeared in the air, each displaying a student’s live feed.

Clearly, during the spatial teleportation, they had entered the Secret Realm and been scattered into different zones…

…

‘This feeling… resembles interdimensional travel…’

Fang Xing stood on a barren plain, scanning himself—he found his phone left behind, his nanofiber suit gone; only the silver wristband had come with him.

‘But how could Wei Shentong control space? No… Jin Gang cultivators shouldn’t be this powerful… It must be the War Fortress’s authorization…’

‘Indeed—when individual power merges with collective might, it ignites even brighter radiance!’

‘So in the end, martial artists can’t escape using mechs?’

He stepped on the ground—the withered grass and muddy soil were soft and spongy.

The sky was gray and overcast, heavy clouds pressing down as if the heavens were low.

“Battle Royale… begins.”

Fang Xing murmured.

According to the rules, eliminating candidates one by one would secure victory.

Of course, the demon servants offered bonus points.

“Lower-tier servants… roughly equivalent to fourth-stage martial artists. A single martial artist might not even kill one—they’d need mastery of a transcendent martial art.”

“For a second-year exam realm, having lower-tier demon kin is already slightly beyond scope—surely there won’t be upper-tier servants?”

He clasped his hands behind his back and chose a direction at random.

Not long after, a candidate came into view.

He wore a white school uniform—a boy. Seeing Fang Xing, he first froze, then gathered courage and charged forward.

He spread his arms wide, like a wild eagle flapping its wings.

Crazy Eighteen Strikes—Eagle Form!

“Idiot!”

Fang Xing sneered, his right hand slicing like a blade, casually chopping downward.

Though he carried no sword or blade, after mastering Dragon Elephant Art, his body rivaled a mid-grade magical artifact.

Meaning, his hand blade was now far stronger than the Tiger Fiend Blade! Sssshhk!

The slash tore through the air as if spirits and demons danced wildly!

Ghost Blade—Slashing Demons!

Shriek!

With one slash, the eagle’s wings shattered!

A brilliant blade light cleaved through the Eagle Form, then slammed into the student’s chest.

Though the student reacted instantly, releasing primordial qi to form a luminous armor, it had no effect—the armor tore like paper!

‘Perfect Jade Fulfillment… in the cultivation world, stronger than many primordial-stage cultivators.’

Fang Xing judged internally, watching blood burst from the student’s chest as he collapsed.

He’d deliberately held back—if he hadn’t, the poor fool would’ve been split clean in two.

“But at this level, he’ll bleed out soon—will the outside promises hold true?”

As he hesitated whether to rescue him, a silver flash appeared—the wounded student vanished instantly…

‘So the Secret Realm’s rule is: those near death are teleported out? Too bad… there’s a loophole—if you die instantly, the system can’t react… hence the death count still exists, but it’s far safer than a real battlefield.’

Fang Xing glanced at his silver wristband:

[Earned 1 point!]

[Rank: 872]

…

“In such a short time, over eight hundred students have already encountered opponents?”

Fang Xing was surprised.

But martial duels are decided in mere strikes—this was normal.

He nodded and continued toward another direction.

…

Elsewhere.

“I told you… I hate being called ‘Uncle’!”

Song Jingang’s body erupted in golden light, resembling a miniature golden figure, relentlessly chasing and bombarding several candidates.

Though all were Perfect Jade stage, their A-grade martial arts failed to pierce his defense.

Such was the power of the ‘Jin Gang Body’—defense nearly invincible at the same level!

Boom!

Finally, as the last candidate fell, Song Jingang’s aura faded.

He glanced around, then checked his wristband: “Fifty-second? Not bad… but for me, this isn’t enough. Where’s Luo Si? I’m going to beat him senseless! And Fang Xing…”

Suddenly, all sound vanished—absolute silence descended.

Thick mist emerged; from the pitch-black fog, eye after eye opened—crimson, countless!

They numbered in the thousands, dense as a swarm.

As their gaze fell upon him, Song Jingang’s mind began to twist and scramble…

“Aaah!”

He roared, leaping backward: “Demon kin! Drawn by my earlier battle? This is—‘Thousand-Eyed Demon,’ lower-tier servant… Thank heavens it’s not the upper-tier with ten thousand eyes…”

Though Song Jingang had mastered an A-grade martial art with simulated realm protection, it wasn’t true realm power, and he hadn’t awakened his Dantian or spiritual abilities.

Spirit defense was his weakness.

With his A-grade art, he could barely resist lower-tier corruption—but if he faced an upper-tier servant, he might not even escape.

Seeing Song Jingang flee, the mist emitted a shrill, chittering cry and immediately gave chase.

Damn… can’t shake it off! Let’s find someone and take it down together!

Song Jingang gritted his teeth.

Even if he had full confidence in his own strength, he knew he couldn’t handle a lower-tier servant alone.

Even on a real battlefield, facing such an enemy would require several brave martial artists to surround and kill it together.

But among these ten thousand candidates, how many are at the Fourth Realm?

To kill this lower-tier servant, we’d likely need many to sacrifice their lives!

…

High in the sky.

Qi Lingzhen, wearing windproof goggles, was maneuvering a pterosaur while entangled with a flock of strange birds.

Suddenly…

She seemed to recall something and looked up at the sky.

There, high above, a massive floating black jellyfish had appeared without warning.

Glowing filaments spread from the jellyfish, connecting to each of the strange birds.

"Lower-tier servant—Deep Sea Jellyfish?!"

Qi Lingzhen suddenly spoke to her side: “Let’s attack together—split the points evenly!”

“Agreed!”

A sharp crack rang out as an exoskeleton armor crashed into the battlefield—it was Zhong Yuxiu!

Though her face still carried a hint of baby fat, her fighting style was brutally fierce; after tearing through several birds, she charged straight toward the giant jellyfish’s core.