High Martial: I Grind Professions

HUM!

The sound of the gun barrels vibrating the air had yet to completely fade when the bullets of the eighth round erupted.

WHIZZ! WHIZZ! WHIZZ—!

Unlike the whistling of the previous rounds, this time the sound of the air being rent apart had a sharp, tearing quality.

The bullets’ speed had suddenly jumped by more than a single level.

Each one transformed into a glimmer of light that the naked eye couldn’t possibly follow, coming down like a torrential storm with terrifying penetrative power.

In an instant, they wove two nets of destruction over the two men. The density and speed of the assault nearly surpassed the limits of a Momentum Realm Martial Artist’s Spiritual Sense.

Du Yun’s expression suddenly tightened, the veins on his forehead bulging.

Even with his eyes squeezed shut, his brow furrowed deeply from the excessive mental concentration.

His muscles bulged as he relied on his astounding combat instincts and powerful Spiritual Sense warnings to frantically dodge through the gaps in the bullet rain.

His movements were still exquisite, but the margin for each evasion grew smaller, and every dodge was fraught with greater peril.

It was only a few dozen seconds!

Just as Du Yun twisted his body, narrowly avoiding several cunningly aimed bullets from his left, a bullet appeared as if from nowhere in his right rear blind spot. Its angle was bizarre, its timing sinister, and it finally slipped through the last crack in his Spiritual Sense’s predictive warning.

THWACK!

A crisp, heart-stopping impact rang out.

Du Yun’s body shuddered violently, his movements freezing.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling a slight numbness in his lower back. Looking up, he could only see the faint red elimination light illuminating the top of his cage.

Defeated!

Beads of sweat rolled down his chiseled cheeks, mixed with ragged, heavy breaths.

Du Yun’s gaze passed through the transparent barrier of his laser cage, landing on the figure still moving in another cage not far away.

His thick, blade-like eyebrows knitted together tightly, his eyes filled with utter shock and disbelief.

’He’s... still going?!’

His pride had never truly vanished; it was just deeply suppressed by his family’s strict upbringing and his own self-restraint.

When he saw Ron Zaka acting ostentatiously, he would dismiss him as a mere buffoon. He knew that true strength was revealed only at the most critical moments, and that he would be the one to make a stunning debut.

Yet now, this young man from a small place like Bluestone County had demonstrated talent in the two core areas of mentality and Spiritual Sense that surpassed the limits of his comprehension.

As Du Yun’s thoughts raced, the light screen signifying the end of the eighth round finally lit up.

In the entirety of the vast and magnificent Heart Mirror Hall, only a single laser cage remained standing firm.

Li Wen. Standing alone in the arena, completely unscathed!

’He... he passed? He actually... passed the eighth round?!’

Du Yun’s pupils contracted violently, and a monstrous wave of shock crashed through his mind.

’A junior Martial Artist, in a Spiritual Sense assessment, had actually withstood the eighth round—a round that even I, a prodigy who could vie for the top spot on the Blue Star Junior Platinum Rankings, couldn’t endure?!’

’What kind of heaven-defying Spiritual Sense does that require?! Innate Spiritual Sense? No, this is beyond what can be explained by mere "talent."’

"A junior Martial Artist’s physical body... passed the eighth round?!"

"How many years has it been since we’ve seen something like this?!"

"With such terrifying Spiritual Sense... when this child condenses his Primordial Spirit in the future, it will probably be a completely smooth path. He might not even encounter any bottlenecks, right?"

"Right now... I just want to know where his limit is," a Marquis Level expert muttered, his gaze uncontrollably shifting toward the center of the main platform.

On the main platform, the admiration in the eyes of the Marquis Level gods and demons had been completely replaced by utter shock and an undisguised desire to probe deeper.

Their divine senses intertwined and clashed, filled with endless curiosity about the limits of Li Wen’s potential.

As all eyes converged on him, the Chuhe King spoke calmly, though a barely perceptible tremor laced his tone, "Ninth round. Begin."

SHIIIIING—!!!

The sound had not yet arrived, but the bullets of the ninth round were already upon him!

The speed, building upon the despair-inducing eighth round, had soared once more.

Those weren’t bullets. They were more like billions of death rays, erupting from the void to annihilate everything, instantly flooding the entire space Li Wen occupied.

Light, air, even time itself seemed to freeze and compress at this moment, only to be mercilessly pierced and torn apart by those glimmers of light that moved beyond the limits of visual perception.

Each bullet carried enough power and speed to easily tear through the defenses of an ordinary High-level Martial Artist.

They followed no pattern, coming from all directions—above, below, left, and right—at the most cunning angles and with the most bizarre timing, forming a web of destruction that cut off all paths of escape.

This was no longer a test. It was a death sentence!

It was the ultimate chasm, a challenge that surpassed the comprehension of junior Martial Artists and even ordinary Momentum Realm Martial Artists.

Below the stage, the pupils of Fang Chenghong, Du Yun, and the others suddenly shrank to the size of pinpricks, their breathing stopping altogether.

Ron Zaka’s face turned deathly pale, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

They couldn’t imagine surviving even a tenth of a second if they were in his place.

However, at the heart of this storm of destruction—a storm potent enough to move even the Marquis Level gods and demons—the faint, ever-flowing golden light in Li Wen’s eyes suddenly flared.

[Absolute Focus LV9] pushed to its absolute limit! He did not close his eyes.

Deep within those pupils, now covered in golden light, the chaotic, violent space around him seemed to be instantly analyzed and reconstructed.

The lethal beams of light filled the air, moving so fast they left no afterimages. Yet, under the perception of his Primordial Spirit—enhanced to its absolute peak—their trajectories, speeds, intersection points, and potential blind spots all seemed to be connected, marked, and predicted by countless invisible threads of calculation.