As the square tower's defensive magic formation shattered and dissolved into scattered motes of starlight, it seemed as though time itself had stopped. Everyone — whether from Zero Wing or the White Tiger Dojo — stood frozen in place, their eyes locked on Shi Feng beneath the tower.
"He made it through..."
"Am I dreaming? He went through the whole thing without even using a weapon!"
"Right! We must be dreaming. Something like this can't possibly be real. With that many attacks, no player could dodge them all."
"Could it be that Guild Leader Black Flame isn't a player at all? What if he's an NPC in disguise?"
...
Everyone stared at Shi Feng, speculating wildly, completely unable to accept what had just happened.
After all, they had been blown away by more than a dozen light beams the moment they ventured past seventy yards. Yet Shi Feng had strolled through at an unhurried pace, and even when facing twenty or thirty beams attacking simultaneously, he merely continued walking at a leisurely stride. No matter how much the dark orb increased its attack frequency, his forward momentum remained completely unaffected.
Even when he approached within fifty yards of the tower, those light beams would suddenly shift their trajectories mid-flight. And within thirty yards, they would curve and loop to strike at a player's back.
Just watching those lights was enough to fill anyone with despair.
Not only did you have to face front-facing beams that could change direction at a moment's notice, you also had to watch for attacks from behind or from the sides — all of them arriving simultaneously. Forget dodging or blocking every attack; it was impossible to even defend against a single direction.
What was even more chilling was that the dark orb seemed to fear Shi Feng himself — as though all the beam attacks were actively trying to avoid him...
This went beyond anything they had ever seen in the Divine Realm.
As the White Tiger Dojo members watched Shi Feng, an indescribable unease crept into their hearts. Beyond mere awe, there was now fear and a thrill from encountering something completely beyond their understanding.
No one wanted to admit it.
But no matter how many times they rubbed their eyes, the tower's defensive magic formation having dissolved was the most irrefutable proof.
Everything before them was no dream — it was the stark, undeniable reality.
"Guild Leader Black Flame of Zero Wing is that strong?"
"Is he even human?"
The White Tiger Dojo students were all expert martial artists, and while they couldn't fully grasp what Shi Feng had done, they understood one thing: the gap between themselves and Shi Feng was not simply a matter of basic stats. Even their combat skill was worlds apart — not just a slight difference, but an entirely different dimension.
Thinking of how powerful Shi Feng was, the White Tiger Dojo members couldn't help but envy Zero Wing's internal members.
Unlike them, who had only joined because of a commission from the White Tiger Dojo, Zero Wing's own members would receive Shi Feng's full attention. He would push them as high as they could possibly go.
Amid the hushed discussions, Shi Feng simply smiled beneath the tower, then pushed open the heavy doors and stepped inside to see what lay beyond.
The tower's attacks were indeed extremely difficult for others to evade or block.
But for Shi Feng, they were anything but.
As a device passed down from an ancient civilization, Shi Feng had confirmed through his experience that it was designed to train a player's combat techniques.
The range from one hundred yards to fifty yards corresponded to a player's half-step Entering Perfection level and a baseline awareness of their surroundings. If you couldn't reach that level, you would never make it inside fifty yards.
From fifty yards to thirty yards, you had to achieve the Entering Perfection stage proper. Without precise, microscopic control over your body, facing that many attacks along with their sudden trajectory shifts, evasion and defense were simply impossible.