Chapter 5 Degeneration of the Twenty-Eighth Level

  Late at night, the several staff members in charge of managing the arena had gone who-knows-where to fool around, and the huge venue was left with only Ye Huan alone. He then took advantage of the situation and forced open the large door, finding the testing room specifically for testing new human levels.

  The room was about twenty meters wide, but over two hundred meters long. The narrow and long strip-shaped area had many testing instruments distributed on it, corresponding to different levels of tests. Ye Huan knew that his body wasn't good enough, so he came to the outermost area first, which represented the level of a first-grade Soul Master student.

  "Soul Master stage, focusing on the most basic physical quality training, so the test standard has three items: strength, agility, and speed!"

  On the wall was written the test standard for a first-class soul master, Ye Huan secretly memorized it in her heart, then came to a 50-meter long runway - the basic speed requirement for a first-class soul master is to run 50 meters within five seconds. On Earth, this would be world champion level, but in the new era after human evolution, it was just an entry-level standard.

  "Fifty meters, five seconds!"

  Ye Huan took a deep breath, pressed the timer on the starting line and then sprinted forward with her head down.

  Tread, tread, tread, both feet heavily trampled on the runway. After Ye Huan sprinted at full speed for twenty or thirty meters, he suddenly felt a dizziness in his head and his heart violently trembled. Especially in the 50-meter dash, which should have been an anaerobic exercise without breathing, but his lungs were like two large lead blocks stuffed inside, unable to bear the heavy breathing that came with it. The short dozen meters ran more exhausting than several thousand meters.

  When he finally reached the finish line and looked up, the timer on the wall showed 9 seconds 8!

  Omg！

  Ye Huan knew his body was poor, but he didn't expect it to be this bad. In his previous life as a ordinary high school student, he could run the 50-meter test in seven or eight seconds.

  But don't worry, Ye Huan closed her eyes and slowly sensed the warm flow behind her back, the power of Wind Wing.

  Wind brings speed naturally!

  Under his traction, the warm current slowly walked to every cell of the whole body. At this time, he had also returned to the starting point of the run, slightly adjusted his breathing, and under the driving of the wind wing, he slammed the timer!

  Splash!

  Speed suddenly increased, Ye Huan only felt the scene in front of her changed, and she rushed out violently.

  Thud, thud, thud... The rhythm of his footsteps quickened by more than double, and he clearly no longer needed to breathe again. He felt a thrill in his heart, knowing that the Wind Wing was taking effect, and he charged forward with even greater speed.

  When he arrived at the finish line, the time on the timer was: 4 seconds and 7 tenths, which had already reached the top level among first-class soul masters!

  The power of honor is indeed useful!

  Ye Huan excitedly clenched his fist and then came to the strength and agility test area. The result was as expected, without using the Wind Wing, he couldn't even reach the level of an ordinary new human being. But after using the Wind Wing, his strength had steadily recovered to the peak of a first-class Soul Master!

  But Ye Huan couldn't laugh for long, because his previous cultivation was that of a third-level Yuan Soul Master. One level is divided into nine grades, and he had fallen from being a third-level Yuan Soul Master to a first-level Soul Master, which meant he had regressed by a full twenty-eight grades - how much face could he possibly regain!?

  What's even more desperate is that after completing the test, Ye Huan was like being splashed with water, big drops of sweat dripping down one by one, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up. It seems that although his soul power level has recovered to a first-level soul master, his physical fitness is too poor, and how much combat effectiveness he can exert is still an unknown number!

  But the most fatal thing is that at this time, someone pushed open the big door of the test room and walked in with a smile, "Ah, Brother Huan is testing here? Come on, let me see what level you've recovered to. You've worked hard for more than two years, at least you should be able to reach the first-year level of the college, right?"

  "Brother Billy, you're underestimating Brother Huan too much! He's the star of Donglin, a great talent that appears only once every few hundred years, a great hero!" Another voice sneered: "After two years of hard work, he's at least at the level of a high school freshman!"

  "Who said that? I think it's from junior high school first grade!"

  "Stop it, stop it, if you go on like this, haha, our great hero will degenerate into a kindergarten kid!"

  A dozen or so thugs walked in, led by the same Billy who was beaten up by Ye Huan earlier. His injuries had not yet healed, and his swollen face looked quite comical. However, he sneered with confidence - behind him stood a 15-16 year old black-haired youth, coldly standing with a long samurai sword on his back.

  How did he come?

  Just now Ye Huan asked Lu Xiu to escort Bi Li to the religious trial chamber, he should be abused by the priests at this time!

  "What's up, Brother Huan is quite strange, isn't he?" Billy laughed with great satisfaction. "You think you can fool me by hitting a book of records and sending me to the trial room to get rid of me? Ha ha, nice try! Let me tell you, Principal Jiggs is my uncle, and what a coincidence!" He bowed his head and made a gesture for the black-haired youth to take the lead position. "It was during the trial that I met this young master!"

  He said with a somewhat guilty smile: "Oda-sama, would you like me to introduce your identity?"

  The boy raised his head indifferently.

  Bili seemed to have obtained the Xianyin Fa Zhi, and proudly said loudly: "Huan Ge, haven't you seen it? This is Ozora Kiyoshirou, the new transfer student. His father, Ozora Gen, is one of the Cardinals of the Vatican, the chief executive of the Council Chamber of Elders. Today, with Ozora standing here, even if I burn your Buddhist scriptures or kill you, this fanatic, no one would dare to intervene!"

  Ye Huan furrowed his brow, things were obvious, within the more than half an hour he was testing, Billy had found a backer and come to take revenge on him!

  "Get out of my way!"

  Oda Kiyoshi was a person from Wa country before the Great Calamity. Although his pronunciation of the Eastern Continent's common language of Huaxia was not standard, his meaning was very clear. He gestured to Billy to move back, then drew out the samurai sword behind him, grasped the hilt with both hands, and bowed: "You are a hero, fighting you is an honor for me, killing you would be my glory!"

  This means to kill Ye Huan, after finishing speaking, Oda Qing slowly pulled out the samurai sword behind his back, and in an instant, a strange silver light flashed, this samurai sword was nearly two meters long, the hilt was carved with ancient patterns, the blade was cold and clear, and there was a thin, blood-like pattern.

  "This sword is one of the Five Swords Under Heaven. Three days ago, I killed a hero with this very sword. His name will not be tarnished!"

  Oda's wooden clogs scraped against the ground as he stepped closer, and Billy snickered on the side, saying: "Huan Ge, did you understand what Oda-sama meant? The sword in his hand is one of the five divine swords of Japan before the Great Calamity. Such a divine artifact that can be preserved through the Great Calamity is rare even throughout the entire Eastern Continent!"

  Splash!

  The blade slashed towards Ye Huan's head, and Ye Huan struggled to dodge, but he couldn't even avoid a stick from Bili, let alone a famous sword held by a 4th-level Yuan Soul Master!