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"Bolan..."
He looked up at the bridge above, a hint of fighting spirit curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Now, we're even."
Outside, the entire Chaos City was in an uproar.
"Sixth level! Luo Feng has passed the sixth level!"
"My God, he's just like Berlan!"
"How is this possible? He's only been cultivating for thirty years! He's already closed the gap with Bolan in just thirty years!"
The overseer, Baffin, smiled. It seemed that the Virtual Universe Company was about to gain another little genius.
the other side.
The seventh level of the Cosmic Bridge.
Amidst the howling wind, Berlan's white robes fluttered in the wind, and before him stood a mysterious swordsman draped in a blood-red robe.
The swordsman wielded a long sword that was entirely blood-red, its blade wreathed in chilling fluctuations of the laws of space and time.
"A mere cosmic-level being dares to attempt the seventh level?"
The Blood Swordsman's hoarse voice carried a hint of mockery.
Is your sword sharp enough?
Berlan's eyes were cold.
"It's no use talking more."
With a flick of his wrist, Berlan's crimson longsword erupted with dazzling light. Wherever the sword's edge passed, space was easily sliced open like paper, revealing dark void rifts.
"What a sword!"
A hint of admiration flashed in the Blood Swordsman's eyes.
"but……"
He suddenly vanished from his spot, his blood-red longsword piercing towards Berlan's throat with an eerie arc.
This sword strike appeared slow, but it was actually as fast as lightning. What was even more bizarre was the time law wrapped around the sword, giving Bolan the illusion that "this sword strike had already hit its mark."
"clang!"
Berlan hastily parried, and the two swords clashed, bursting into dazzling sparks.
He took three steps back, his expression changing slightly.
"time?"
"Good eyesight."
The Blood Swordsman chuckled.
"pity……"
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly split into three, and three streaks of blood-red sword light attacked from different angles.
What's even more terrifying is that the "flow of time" of these three swords is different for each of them!
Berlan's pupils contracted sharply, and he rapidly swung his longsword, creating an impenetrable net of swords in front of him.
"Ding Ding Ding!"
A series of crisp clanging sounds echoed across the Sky Bridge. Although Bolan barely managed to block the three swords, a bloody gash appeared on his right shoulder.
"Your spatial laws are indeed quite good."
The Blood Swordsman sheathed his sword and stood there, his tone carrying a hint of admiration.
"In terms of spatial mastery alone, he is already qualified to pass the seventh level."
Berlan's eyes narrowed, and he was about to retaliate when he heard the other party's tone suddenly turn cold.
"Unfortunately, your time-law is too weak!"
The Blood Swordsman suddenly sprang into action, his blood-red sword radiating an eerie red light. This strike seemed to traverse the river of time, the flow of time at the blade's edge fluctuating wildly, making its trajectory impossible to predict.
"puff!"
A flash of blood appeared, and a thin line of blood appeared on Berlan's neck.
"Is that all the mastery of the laws of time is..."
The Blood Swordsman sheathed his sword and spoke calmly with his back to Berlan.
"Go back and train for a few more years."
Bolan's figure slowly fell, turning into specks of light and dissipating on the Tongtian Bridge.
"Berlan, seventh level of the Cosmic Bridge, failed!"
Outside, Berlan, kicked off the Cosmic Bridge, suddenly opened his eyes, his face ashen. He subconsciously touched his neck, where the chill of being slit in the throat still lingered.
"The Law of Time... The Law of Time..."
He muttered to himself, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
Just then, a deafening commotion suddenly erupted around them.
"Luo Feng has passed the sixth level!"
"My God, he's on par with Berlan!"
"He has caught up with Berlan."
"This year's Genius Battle is insane!"
"Two geniuses have actually made it to the sixth level!"
Berlan's body stiffened, and he slowly raised his head to look in the direction of the Nine Heavens Bridge, his pupils slightly contracting.
"Luo Feng...the sixth level?"
This result hit him like a heavy hammer, striking his heart hard.
Thirty years ago, Luo Feng was just an ordinary genius who barely passed the first level, but now...
"Could it be... that I was really wrong?"
Berlan looked down at his hands and, for the first time, began to doubt his path.
He has always insisted on cultivating both time and space, wanting to master the two superior laws of time and space at the same time.
But reality dealt him a heavy blow—his progress in the laws of time was slow, severely hindering his overall strength.
"If I could also specialize in space like Luo Feng..."
The thought had barely crossed his mind when Berlan forcefully suppressed it. He clenched his fist so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palm, and blood dripped from between his fingers.
"No! I'm not wrong! Cultivating both time and space is the strongest path!"
But deep in my heart, that question lingered like a persistent boil, impossible to shake off.
In the distance, the Watcher Baffin watched Berlan's unpredictable expression and shook his head inwardly. As a Watcher who had seen countless geniuses, he knew all too well what this kind of mentality meant.
"Another genius trapped by his obsession."
Baffin sighed softly.
“Cultivating both time and space is powerful, but it requires the corresponding talent.”
The sky above Chaos City remained gray, with the ancient, unchanging chaotic energy flowing slowly.
Bolan stood at the entrance of the Tongtian Bridge, gazing in the direction of Luo Feng, his eyes flashing with a complex light.
At this moment, even someone as proud as him had to admit that the black-haired youth who had once been far behind him had now truly become his formidable rival!
"Luo Feng..."
Berlan murmured the name, his eyes gradually sharpening.
"I won't lose to you."
An invisible aura surged between the two unparalleled geniuses. Luo Feng stood at the exit of the Nine Universes Sky Bridge, his black hair fluttering in the chaotic air currents; Bo Lan stood before the Universe Sky Bridge, his white robes billowing in the wind. Their gazes pierced through the void, colliding with a deafening roar above the central plaza of Chaos City!
"Luo Feng."
Luo Feng's lips curled into a slight smile, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit. Thirty years of arduous training, thirty years of lying low, all for this moment—to truly stand shoulder to shoulder with this peerless genius!
The other geniuses in the square unconsciously stepped back, making way for the two. Invisible sparks seemed to crackle in the air, even causing the chaotic currents to stagnate.
Berlan suddenly spoke, his voice as cold as ice.
"You think you can catch up in thirty years? I underestimated you."
Luo Feng chuckled lightly: "Likewise."
His gaze suddenly sharpened.
"This is just the beginning."
Chapter 275 Coty in Danger
……
The time passed quickly.
Soon it was time for Luo Feng and the others to leave Chaos City.
Before Luo Feng left Chaos City, Xingchen gave him special instructions, telling him to make sure to go to the Blood Luo Continent once. As for the reason, he didn't go into details, but said that he would have his own training there.
With Venerable Qinghong around, Xingchen wasn't worried about him being in any danger.
And the stars.
Standing at the edge of a miniature universe, his gaze pierced through the endless void, looking into the depths of the cosmic sea.
His divine avatar had remained in the primordial universe, ready to assist Luo Feng and the others at any time. But at this moment, his physical body had to personally travel to the Cosmic Sea.
"That kid Coty is such a worry."
Xingchen shook his head and smiled bitterly, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.