Devouring all things: I possess the energy of chaos.

Nearly a month has passed since the school's freshman trials.

A high-level training room.

Two men wearing protective gear are engaged in a fierce battle.

It was Mo Hong and his sparring partner named Zhou Tong.

Sparks flew as their weapons clashed wildly. Mo Hong's eyes flashed as he swung his sword, unleashing four consecutive slashes in an instant.

Each strike was faster than the last, and the power increased continuously with each strike, culminating in a sudden burst of power on the fourth strike.

Zhou Tong's expression was solemn. He staggered back seven or eight steps after being struck by the blade before stopping.

However, the next moment, Zhou Tong took a step to close the distance with Mo Hong, and his spear swept across like a club, instantly unleashing a force of nearly a thousand pounds.

Whoosh!

The terrifying sonic boom emanating from the gun tip was enough to illustrate the terrifying speed.

"Ok?"

Sensing the terror of the shot, Mo Hong advanced instead of retreating. Gripping his sword tightly, his figure swayed like a ghost, barely dodging the terrifying attack.

Just as Zhou Tong was about to continue his attack, a blade silently landed on Zhou Tong's neck, making his hair stand on end. He felt the threat of death.

Without hesitation, Zhou Tong instantly unleashed physical abilities far exceeding those of a mediocre person, deflecting Mo Hong's attack and pushing himself away.

However, Zhou Tong did not continue the attack, because the outcome was already decided.

"Mo Hong, I didn't expect you to make such great progress in just one month. I can see your obvious improvement in every battle every week. Now that my physical fitness has reached level 9, I still can't beat you."

"You're a real freak."

Zhou Tong shook his head with a wry smile. He never expected that in just one month, he, as a sparring partner, would be unable to defeat a freshman.

If this gets out, the other sparring partners will laugh their heads off.

Moreover, this situation had never happened before, and he could only attribute it to Mo Hong's abnormal comprehension and combat skills.

"Brother Zhou, you're too kind. Without your constant pressure, I wouldn't have been able to get this far."

Mo Hong responded modestly.

Since he grasped the essence of the art, his continued practice of having Zhou Tong as his sparring partner was a way for him to gradually adapt to and master the art and improve his combat skills.

The reason Zhou Tong believed he had made great progress in a month was merely a facade created by Mo Hong gradually revealing his strength.

Soon, Mo Hong said goodbye to Zhou Tong and returned to his dormitory.

His father, Mo Shanheng, sent him a message wanting to have a video call.

More importantly, today is Mo Hong's eighteenth birthday!

"I never thought that I would forget my own birthday because I've been cultivating all this time. It's my dad who remembers."

On the way back, Mo Hong slapped his forehead, feeling somewhat ashamed.

After returning to his dormitory, Mo Hong started a video call.

Soon, Mo Shanheng appeared on the screen.

However, compared to before, Mo Shanheng looks significantly more weathered, with more and more wrinkles and gray hair.

"Hong'er, happy 18th birthday. It's a pity I can't be here to celebrate with you."

Mo Shanheng smiled, his joy genuine.

He felt immense pride that his son had been admitted to Xuanwu University, one of the top universities in the league.

Mo Shanheng then took the initiative to chat with Mo Hong about some childhood stories, which stirred up Mo Hong's memories of his childhood.

Finally, Mo Shanheng reminded Mo Hong to maintain a balance between work and rest during his cultivation, and that since it was his birthday, it was fine to relax a bit.

Mo Hong smiled and nodded, saying, "Dad, I understand all these principles, so please stop nagging me."

Finally, due to work commitments, Mo Shanheng hurriedly hung up the video call.

Mo Hong let out a long sigh, recalling Mo Shanheng's weathered face in his mind.

"Once I become stronger, I will definitely get some anti-aging treasures for my family."

Mo Hong's eyes flickered as he secretly made up his mind.

He had previously learned about the relevant resources. It was said that some peerless martial artists on Earth could live for over a hundred years. In order for their families to accompany them for longer, they would often try to obtain some treasures that could improve genes and slow down the aging of human cells.

Suddenly, feeling the sweat clinging to his body, Mo Hong grimaced.

He rushed home to make a video call and hadn't even had time to take a hot shower.

After taking a few minutes to wash up, Mo Hong logged onto the Star Soul Virtual Network.

He never forgot that there would be a reward on the last floor of the tower as well.

Although he didn't know how much the reward would be, Mo Hong estimated it would be quite substantial.

After all, it's about defeating someone who has grasped the essence of the art; the prize money should be quite substantial based on the difficulty level alone.

Now, after a month of mastering the artistic conception, Mo Hong no longer hesitates.

After putting on the virtual reality headset and lying down in the virtual reality pod, Mo Hong felt everything go black and his consciousness of his body gradually faded away.

Having chosen the challenge tower after selecting one of the three options, Mo Hong felt a sudden dizziness and found himself in a desert.

Mo Hong drew his battle sword from the armory and waited for the challenge to begin.

In the first level, three robot puppets appeared, and Mo Hong eliminated them all with a single strike.

The second challenge can be solved with a single strike.

The third challenge: One slash.

, ...

This continued until the 9th level, which required challengers to have mastered martial arts skills. It took Mo Hong two strikes to defeat it.

The tenth level can also be solved with two strikes.

Finally, we reached the last level, the eleventh level.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man dressed in ancient armor appeared opposite Mo Hong, staring intently at him.

"Challenger, defeat me to completely clear the Tower of Trials. Let's begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gatekeeper vanished from his spot and reappeared in front of Mo Hong almost the next moment.

A terrifying surge of power emanated from his hand, and he slapped it towards Mo Hong's forehead.

Mo Hong frowned slightly. As he swung his battle blade, a wisp of white energy swirled around it, fluctuating wildly.

As Mo Hong swung his sword, a burst of sword energy shot out from the blade.

boom!

With a loud explosion, the middle-aged man was so shocked that he staggered back several steps before stopping, looking at Mo Hong with a bewildered expression.

"Hmm, so weak, only just beginning to grasp the essence?"

Mo Hong was taken aback, realizing he had overestimated the gatekeeper.

Without further hesitation, he took a step forward and launched an attack.

About thirty seconds later, as Mo Hong cleaved his body in two with a single strike, he turned into fragments and gradually dissipated.

"Congratulations on successfully passing the eleventh level. Reward: two million Federal Credits."

A mechanical female voice sounded in his ear, causing Mo Hong's pupils to shrink slightly. He exclaimed in surprise, "So many? It seems I underestimated the significance of mastering the essence of the realm."

Mo Hong then withdrew voluntarily, and his consciousness gradually returned to his body.

Soon, the phone vibrated.

"Ding! Your account 3674... has received a transfer of 2000000 Federal Coins!"

Seeing this, Mo Hong couldn't help but smile, and even his breathing became rapid.

At this moment, he already had a huge sum of over 3.4 million in his account.

Keep in mind that he is still a student and earned the money through his own abilities.

"Martial arts training is a money pit. Although three million seems like a lot now, once I break through to the Xuan Realm, many precious cultivation treasures will cost hundreds of thousands or even millions. My wealth is far from enough."

Mo Hong shook his head, forcefully suppressing his pride.