Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

As expected by the ice storm, Ye Zi didn't cut half a wound on his body.

He steadily walked a distance of fifty arms, and accurately threw the rock to the designated area outside the runway—just over the line, without wasting a single bit of strength, even if he threw an extra half of an arm.

Ahead is a fishing net full of sharp knives.

Across the runway, about half arm's height.

Countless sharp blades hang down, and you must crawl forward and be careful in order to pass through.

For a thin agile fighter like Ye Zi, this is his strong point.

But he still didn't use his full strength, but crawled unhurriedly and meticulously, making sure that no sharp blade or fishhook caught his flesh and blood.

The speed does not seem to be fast.

But because he didn't get entangled with other strong rat people, after climbing through the sharp-edged fishing net, he was already behind the first group.

The first group consisted of fourteen or fifteen of the strongest Ratmen.

They crowded the entire runway, not only eyeing each other fiercely, but also highly vigilant about the pursuers behind them.

Whoever wants to surpass them will inevitably be bombarded mercilessly by their elbows as hard as a warhammer

Ye Zi didn't have the slightest intention of being the leader.

Hang unhurriedly behind the first group, keeping a distance of three to five arms.

There is a sandbag array in front.

Hundreds of sandbags filled with iron sand are covered with totem beast leather, and huge steel nails are embedded in the leather.

Like a mace hanging upside down, blocking the entire runway.

If you want to pass the sandbag array, you must push out all the sandbags like maces and push out a path.

But the sandbags pushed out will swing back again.

The harder you push, the harder you swing, the harder you hit.

The collision of sandbags and sandbags will also set off a chain reaction.

When hundreds of sandbags shake violently together, it can really squeeze the tester into a meatloaf.

When the strong men of the first group passed through the sandbag array, they were all hit hard by the sandbags studded with steel nails.

Many people had bruised noses and swollen faces, some had cuts on their bodies, and some were even knocked out with internal injuries, bleeding wildly.

After being pushed and shoved by more than a dozen strong men, hundreds of sandbags also seemed to be injected with strong vitality, moving irregularly in different directions, and the chain reaction of collisions made it impossible for the latecomers to figure out their direction.

Many of the rat people who were left behind could only grit their teeth and wait in front of the sandbag formation.

Wait for the sandbag to calm down a little before breaking in.

Ye Zi didn't hesitate at all, and rushed into the violently shaking sandbag array with a stride.

In the exclamation of the onlookers, like a loach, he found a gap in the collision of sandbags with incomparable flexibility.

It seemed that the sandbag was about to knock him into the air, but he spun like a top, narrowly passing by.

Once, Mingming was hit by a sandbag, but the two sandbags at his feet collided violently and bounced off at the same time, which just made way for him.

The dazzling movements amazed the onlookers.

"This kid, you are so lucky!"

"Could it be that he moved all the luck from the trials of the previous two days to today's one?"

Killing these onlookers, they didn't believe that Ye Zi's actions came from precise calculations and ingenious exertion and unloading.

After thinking about it, it can only be attributed to luck.

Ice Storm's expression became more and more dignified.

She could see that the streamlined, seemingly unexaggerated muscle bundles on the boy's limbs were beating like waves.

The steady stream of power, like the never-ending ripples, helped him to make wonderful dodges and leverages time after time.

Ice Storm has never seen such a strange way of exerting force.

Regardless of the Gold Clan or the Bloodhoof Clan.

Regardless of the Tiger Man, Leopard Man, Lion Man, or Tauren, Wild Boar Man, and Brutal Elephant Man, the military aristocrats' way of exerting force seems to be less concise, precise, and effective than the Rat Man boy in front of him.

"Behind this boy, there is a treasure hidden!"

Icestorm is more and more sure of this.

She closed her eyes and imagined herself using a similar method of exertion.

Surprised to find that the same technique can really be applied to her, and it can greatly improve her combat effectiveness!

Suddenly there was an explosion of applause from all around.

Ice Storm opened his eyes suddenly, and found that the Rat Man boy had broken through the sandbag array, and was speeding past the road of flames that were piled up with charcoal and burning at lightning speed.

If you want to step on the red-hot charcoal and pass through the 30-arm-long road of flames, you must either have rough skin and thick flesh, or keep your feet clean.

The mouseman boy who chose the latter finally burst out with all his strength, like an arrow leaving the string, his toes barely stepped on the charcoal, but stepped on the flames, and rushed to the safe area in the blink of an eye.

Such a wonderful performance conquered all the onlookers.

The sarcasm like a cold wind all turned into admiration like a heat wave.

Some people even cast admiring glances at Ice Storm, as if to say: "As expected of Mr. Ice Storm, you can see the potential hidden in his body at a glance!"

In this way, Ye Zi always followed closely behind the first group, broke through all obstacles, and came to the front of the last checkpoint.

This level looks very simple.

Just ask them to chop a log.

However, this thirty-arm-high piece of wood is the hardest core of the datura tree.

Moreover, the grease from the totem beast was smeared so shiny that there was no way to use it, and it would slide off from it if you were not careful.

Their cutting tools are not metal swords or sharp axes, but just a heavy stone ax with a broken hole.

The most terrible thing is that what they want to cut down is not the root of the Datura core, but the top, which is about twenty-five arms high-they have to cut down the top five arm-length core.

The only tool at their disposal, apart from a heavy and crude stone axe, was a bundle of datura branches.

First, cut a gap at the root of the core.

Insert a branch into it as a step, stand on it, cut a higher place, cut a second gap, insert a second branch, climb up, and cut a higher place.

In this way, cutting step by step, climbing step by step, it is necessary to cut out more than ten or twenty gaps and insert more than ten or twenty branches before it is possible to reach the height of twenty-five arms.

It is conceivable that the branches inserted into the gap cannot be fixed particularly firmly.

Moreover, datura branches are originally very elastic and wobbly things.

Standing on a branch shallowly inserted into the gap is like standing on the waves. It is impossible to stabilize at all, let alone pick up a heavy and rough stone ax and use all your strength to cut a new gap.

This is the hardest level.

It not only tests the tester's strength and stability, but also tests the tester's spirit and judgment.

Because the branches vary in length, thickness, softness and hardness, and the number may not be sufficient, the testers must accurately calculate and allocate their physical strength and the distance between the branches in order to climb all the way to the highest point of the Datura tree core.

In the first group, the strong men who had been rushing forward just now came to the front of the mandala tree core, looked up at the top five arms, which had been painted with red paint, and the wood that needed to be felled all looked solemn, frowning and thinking.

After silently calculating for a while, he spat a few mouthfuls of saliva into his palm, carried the branch on his back, picked up the stone axe, and slashed vigorously.

Even the most reckless person among them is cautious at the moment, preferring to chop a few more axes on the core of the mandala tree and cut the gap deeper, so as to fix the branch more firmly and step on it more stably.

However, among the strong men in the first group, the fastest one only inserted seven or eight branches, and when it climbed to the height of twelve or three arms, there was another burst of unbelievable surprise among the onlookers. call.

"He, he rushed to the first place!"

Following the direction they pointed, a figure that was more agile and nimble than all the strong men climbed up the slippery mandala tree core without any hesitation or stagnation.

The heavy-looking stone ax drew near-perfect arcs in his hand, and cut deeply into the hard and slippery tree core at a very ingenious angle. On average, two axes could cut a triangular gap.

The gap is not deep, and the branches inserted in it, like dogtail grass in a strong wind, always appear to be crumbling.

When the young man stepped on it, it was like stepping on a solitary boat in the stormy sea, going up and down, left and right, he would stumble and fall at any time.

But no matter how dangerous his movements were, his toes were like the barbs of the Thunder Clan, deeply digging into the branches, blending with the whole mandala tree core.

Even with the help of the elasticity of the branches, the speed of swinging and climbing was accelerated, and in a short while, it climbed to a height of twenty-five arms.

The entire training camp was silent.

No one can believe their eyes.

There were even many strong men who participated in the competition and felled together. They were deeply shocked by the young man's flowing movements and explosive power. They didn't check for a while and fell from the branches.

But the Rat Boys were not disturbed.

In his mind, he silently recalled the secret method taught to him by Master Reaper.

Imagine the mandala tree core painted with red paint as the neck of a bull-headed warrior with a broken horn.

Then, with his eyes wide open, with all his strength, he slashed down fiercely!

"This is--"

The pupils of Ice Storm suddenly shrank.

He was shocked by the murderous aura suddenly erupted by the young man.

I was even more shocked by the strength of his limbs, the way he held the stone axe, and the speed, arc, and angle with which he slashed vigorously.

"This is some kind of sword technique that has been honed over thousands of years!

"Although it's not a very complicated skill, even the Rat Minion servants can master it, but it can make these miscellaneous soldiers explode with amazing lethality!

"It is absolutely impossible for the five major clans to create such a powerful sword technique for the Rat People's servants. Who is it and how is it possible?"

Click!

Click!

Click!

In the ice storm and everyone's shocked and confused attention, Ye Zi only used three axes to chop off the 25-arm-high, hard-as-iron Datura core.

He carried a broken log five arms long, like a real leaf, and landed lightly.

Suppressing the excitement in her heart and the sparkle in the depths of her eyes, Ye Zi took two steps forward and slammed the broken wood towards the finish line.

He did it.

The young rat people who came from a remote village and were burdened with blood and deep feuds, crossed the "Road of Glory" for the first time in his life!