"The outer level of fighting spirit is as simple as eating and drinking water for the Holy Son.
This is the Holy Son, crushing him in all directions, we are convinced today!"
They praised him again and again.
"Look at the three people behind. They are much slower. Haha, they are so stupid."
Someone laughed.
Qin Ming couldn't help but frown and felt a little pressure, because the speed of these two saints was really scary.
Is the gap really that big?
"If I sprint with all my strength, I can keep up with them, but there is no need to do this and waste energy."
Qin Ming muttered softly.
Turning his head, he saw that the faces of Queen Huiyue and Princess Mingyue were slightly pale, but the situation was not bad and they were able to support themselves.
Being far away from the statue, the pressure caused by the fighting spirit is actually not as exaggerated as imagined. As long as you get used to it, you can go further.
Qin Ming constantly felt the oppression of the fighting spirit. In the sea of consciousness, the God Refining Technique continued to operate, resisting the ray of fighting spirit from Emperor Panwu.
"The God Refining Technique actually has such an effect?"
There was a hint of surprise on his face.
With the operation of the God Refining Technique, I felt much better, and most of the pressure on my body immediately subsided.
His speed was increasing, walking forward step by step, and soon he was following the Holy Son of Nine Heavens and the Holy Son of Chaos, and his speed was getting closer.
"Um?
The kid at the back is pretty fast and he’s almost catching up with me.”
The Holy Son of Chaos frowned, "Why do I feel a familiar aura from this person? Could it be... that he has the bloodline of Chaos?"
"It doesn't matter how fast you are in the early stages. Later, when you get closer to the statue, the pressure becomes more and more intense. That's when the winner is really decided."
The Holy Son of Jiutian sneered and did not take Qin Ming seriously at all.
Because the pressure in the front is small, the gap between everyone is actually not that big.
Just like an exam, simple questions cannot widen the gap.
When you encounter more difficult questions later, the real winner will be decided.
The statue's fighting spirit covers an area of one hundred feet.
The Holy Son of Nine Heavens and the Holy Son of Chaos walked a full fifty feet before their speed began to slowly slow down.
"It's starting to feel a little stressful."
Jiutian Holy Son smiled slightly, "The more difficult it is, the more interesting it is."
"Holy Son of Chaos, are you ready?
Next, it’s time to decide the winner.
The gap will widen and you will never be able to catch up with me."
"Come on, let me show you how powerful I am today!"
The Holy Son of Chaos said.
Phew—a figure passed by the two of them.
The faces of the two saints solidified at the same time. They raised their heads and saw that it was Qin Ming who passed by them just now! "This kid... dared to surpass us!"
They were furious.
Turning around, I saw that behind my butts, Queen Huiyue and Princess Mingyue had also reached a position of thirty feet. Although they were still far away from them, their performance could be said to be outstanding.
"I underestimated them.
But, no matter how fast the early stage is, what’s the use?
It will naturally come down in the later stages!”
The Holy Son of Jiutian was displeased.
Although, he believed that it was impossible to lose this match.
But at this time, being surpassed by others, I still feel that my face is dull.
"Let's go, let's catch up quickly, don't let that kid throw him away, otherwise we will lose face."
The Holy Son of Chaos hurriedly chased Qin Ming.
The two saints sprinted with all their strength and advanced another ten feet, reaching a position forty feet away from the statue! However, the result shocked them, because not only did they fail to catch up with Qin Ming, but they were thrown further and further away by Qin Ming.
Come and open.
Qin Ming has now reached the white line, thirty feet away from the statue! This means that Qin Ming has passed the test! Everyone was shocked, and their faces were very exciting.
"Who is this kid?
He actually left the two saints behind."
"It's a miracle, incredible.
This man is so fierce!"
“However, that’s where it ends.
The position of the white line should be that kid's limit, and it's impossible for him to go any further."
The Holy Son of Jiutian looked coldly, and was extremely angry in his heart. He dared to humiliate him like this! If word spread, wouldn't it mean that his dignified Holy Son could not defeat a warrior of unknown origin?
The Holy Son of Chaos had a peaceful mind and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that we were competing here, but we were surpassed by an unknown figure!"
"I haven't reached the end yet! When I touch the body of the statue, I will naturally win!"
The Holy Son of Nine Heavens said expressionlessly.
"Victory is certain, but if this kid can have the upper hand for a moment, it will last a lifetime."
The Holy Son of Chaos looked strange.
"Are they so slow?"
Qin Ming was a little surprised.
When we reached the white line, we were already thirty feet away from the statue.
Just now, he didn't think about retaining his strength, and just kept rushing forward.
As a result, he unknowingly surpassed the two Holy Sons, which made him feel unexpected.
"It seems that the so-called Holy Son is not as powerful as imagined."
He whispered to himself.
Originally, I was still a little unsure and didn't think I could defeat the Holy Son.
After all, a person's name is like a tree's shadow.
The Holy Son is so famous that I always feel that he is very awesome.
Although Qin Ming knew that his abilities were good, he was not blindly arrogant.
How could the successor that the Holy Land had worked so hard to cultivate become weak?
Now, unknowingly, I have surpassed the two Holy Sons, and I can't help but feel that "the Holy Sons are nothing more than this" arise in my heart.
"I thought I was looking at the sky from a well, but unexpectedly it was the other way around. I underestimated myself."
He raised his head and looked at the statue of Emperor Panwu in front of him.
"It seems... we can continue to move forward."
Thinking of this, he took another step and continued walking towards the statue.
"Um?
Is that kid still moving forward?
Do you really think you can touch the statue?"
Jiutian Holy Son frowned.
"I really don't believe in this evil. Can someone just show up and touch the statue?"
The Holy Son of Chaos was also a little dissatisfied.
......... As soon as he walked within thirty feet of the statue, he felt that the pressure instantly increased to a higher level, causing Qin Ming to slow down.
Here, a hazy light mask is formed.
Waves of majestic fighting spirit enveloped him, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making him breathless.
This is an invisible force that cannot be resisted by any means. It can only be carried through with firm will.
"Is this the majesty of Emperor Panwu?
Just a wisp of fighting spirit is so powerful that it can crush all eternity."
"Pan Wu is in charge of the battle. He wants to select those with the strongest talent in combat, so he sets up such a level."
"The sun and moon shine on the mountains, and the breeze blows on the river.
Although it is very uncomfortable, no matter how strong your fighting spirit is, I will not waver!"
A hint of resistance flashed in Qin Ming's eyes.
Boom! As if infected by his spirit, the mysterious stone tablet deep in his heart was constantly vibrating, exuding majestic fighting spirit and blessing Qin Ming's body.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
An even stronger fighting spirit emanated from Qin Ming's body, soaring into the sky and tearing apart the void.
Competing with the sun and the moon, even Emperor Panwu's fighting spirit could not suppress Qin Ming's will! The statue of Emperor Panwu was angered, and the eyes of the stone sculpture burst out with bright light, like thousands of troops and horses.
Roaring in unison, sweeping across the world, swallowing up the whole world!