"Although your eyes can detect subtle details, your sword is not fast, stable, and inaccurate...you are not qualified to detect subtle details!"

"The next day is your opportunity to truly make a difference."

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Chu was punched into the air. Although his bones were not broken, the pain was unbearable.

Hong Duanya's voice appeared in my mind.

Hearing this, Zhao Chu's face was twisted and his pupils were filled with aggrievedness.

Draw a sword?

What are you kidding?

This puppet is extremely fast, as fast as lightning, not to mention stabbing his life gate.

Zhao Chu roughly calculated it.

He couldn't even touch the corners of the puppet's clothes.

Boom!

Being knocked down from the sky with a sudden kick, Zhao Chu's body shook a crack in the earth and was deeply embedded in the pit.

He spit out a mouthful of blood and his whole body was shaking.

"Is it clear now how weak you are?"

Hongduoya ignored it.

It's clear.

This trip to the Central Region was really not in vain.

Zhao Chu finally knew how high the sky outside the northern realm was.

I am a figure in the Northern Realm, but looking at the entire Lower Jiutian World, I am nothing more than an ant.

Even if you hold a withered sword, your strength can break a million pounds.

But what can you do if you face this puppet in front of you?

You are just a pathetic three-year-old child, holding a heavy ax that can't even cut off the corners of other people's clothes.

A sword that can kill people can be called a good sword.

If it can't kill anyone, it's just a ridiculous and expensive toy.

This is just a puppet of the Golden Core Realm.

What if it is Nascent Soul?

Is it possible that the Nascent Soul in the Northern Realm is weaker than this puppet?

"One sword touches the subtleties."

"I will definitely succeed."

With a silent recitation in his heart, Zhao Chu's eyes turned dark, and his heart became completely silent.

Boom!

His lower abdomen was torn apart by a punch.

But Zhao Chu remained silent and raised his sword flatly.

Replace eyes with swords.

He wants to see the world clearly.

That’s right!

Zhao Chu has to pass through the wind, through the air flow, and through the smell.

Simulate the puppet in front of you to look like a desert, and be precise down to every grain of sand.

…

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Zhao Chu was like a broken sack, being bombarded back and forth constantly.

A mouthful of blood, then a mouthful of blood.

His face has become distorted.

His chest has collapsed.

His calves were bent at an incredible angle.

But Zhao Chu's arm stubbornly held the sword in his palm flat.

It is a very simple action that Zhao Chu has tried a thousand times so far.

fail!

fail!

fail!

Failure again and again, like an abyss of despair.

His sword was like a poisonous snake that had been cursed for ten thousand years and could not be lifted.

But Zhao Chu's heart became more and more frustrated.

No matter how severe the trauma is to the body, no matter what shape the body is beaten into.

His sword must be like an eternal light.

The wind and thunder were raging, and the rain was pouring.

My sword is my eye.

My sword is everything to me.

My sword can see through all the illusions in the world.

…

unconsciously.

Six hours passed.

Zhao Chu's sword could barely be lifted, but it was shaking badly.

His hands simply couldn't complete a simple movement.

…

Another six hours passed.

Zhao Chu's whole body was already swollen, and his whole body was filled with shocking bulges.

This puppet has no intention of killing him.

Beaten!

Just endless beatings.

Zhao Chu was in pain until he was numb, then from numbness to spasm, and then from spasm to loss of consciousness.

But his arm was still raised stubbornly.

finally!

This sword can be lifted flatly.

But his palms were still shaking violently, and the sword blade was shaking violently.

…

unconsciously.

Another six hours passed.

Zhao Chu was numb all over, he couldn't even hear any sound, he couldn't even smell anything.

But the sword in his hand was much calmer.

Still trembling though.

But Zhao Chu seemed to part through the thick fog through the sword blade and saw a glimmer of light.

…

20 hours passed!

The puppet was tireless and was still beating Zhao Chu crazily.

But Zhao Chu's sword has been able to keep from trembling.
To be continued...