"Who is it?" Ike was furious.
He looked at his gadget and saw a power level of 3,000, a peak Sentinel. Almost everyone who could participate in the Astral Combat Academy's entrance exam had such a power level, so this number didn't mean much.
Not far away, a man with dark red skin rushed over, his arms creating sparks as they collided and turned into a flaming spear that pierced towards Ike. "Bastard from the Firesmelt Planet," Ike shouted angrily as he clashed with the man.
In less than half a minute, Ike was pierced through, his abdomen scorched by the flames.
The man sneered, "The Great Yu Empire reneged on their promise and insulted our Young Master Yan Feng. This is the price." He pulled out his spear, and Ike's corpse fell to the ground.
The same thing happened in several other places. The people from the Firesmelt Planet seemed to know when the Great Yu Empire would land, and anyone who landed during this time was their enemy.
The young man called Young Master looked at the corpse on the ground and spat, "My brother was insulted, so I, Yan Zheng, will deal with it on his behalf."
At that moment, there was another explosion and a heatwave. Yan Zheng looked to the west and smiled cruelly before flying away.
The spacecraft crashed into the ground, creating a conical crater as a young man slowly walked out.
Yan Zheng saw this and didn't even think about it, his arms creating sparks as he stabbed his flaming spear at the young man.
The young man looked up, a sharp glint in his eyes as he raised his hand, "Desolate Palm." His palm turned dark yellow and collided with the flaming spear. There was a loud bang as the shockwave pressed down on the ground, shattering the spear inch by inch. Yan Zheng was shocked, his pupils shrinking to the size of needles as he felt a sharp pain in his chest. The young man's palm had sent him flying, and he didn't even look back as he soared into the distance.
Yan Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood as he crashed into a protruding mountain wall, his face pale. That palm had almost crippled him.
"Who are you?" he shouted as he coughed up more blood.
The young man was astonished, "You're not dead?
I'm Meng Yue. Take revenge if you can. "He then quickly left.
Yan Zheng endured the pain and squatted down. At that moment, two people from the Firesmelt Planet arrived, "Young Master, who hurt you?"
Yan Zheng didn't reply and just took out some healing medicine.
Soon, two more people from the Firesmelt Planet came and surrounded Yan Zheng.
After a long while, Yan Zheng finally opened his eyes. He was panting heavily, and his eyes were filled with shock. That palm had not only shattered his battle skill, it had also severely injured him. It was as if his life force had been sucked away. Desolate Palm?
Why did it sound so?
"Go take a look at the ship," he said weakly.
A member of the Firesmelt Planet immediately flew over and came back after a while. He said, "Young Master, there are two words engraved on the back of the spaceship - 'Chaos'.
It's Meng Yue's's's's, Meng Yue, Young Meng Yue............................................................. Meng..................................
It was only then that Yan Zheng remembered who he was facing. It was a genius from the Vastdearth Sect, a lunatic who had refused to break through to the Sentinel realm. This person had once been invited to join the Outerverse Youth Council, but had rejected the offer. To be able to defeat a Melder with an innate gift as a Sentinel meant that he was a freak.
Yan Zheng sighed. Forget about revenge, he had to avoid meeting such a person.
"What about the other two?
Why are there only four of you? "he asked.
One of them hesitated and then answered with an ugly expression, "Dead."
"How did they die?" Yan Zheng was furious.
"One was killed by a beast here, and the other was killed by a cultivator from the Great Yu Empire."
Yan Zheng clenched his fists, "Who?"
"Don't know, never seen them before."
Yan Zheng was helpless; he had been too naive. This was Astral-10's trial, and countless geniuses had gathered here. The Firesmelt Planet could do whatever they wanted in Frostwave Weave, but they didn't have the qualifications to face the geniuses of the entire universe. "Take a break, we'll take revenge after we join the Astral Combat Academy."
The others relaxed and rejoiced; they had been afraid that their young master would be too impetuous. That would be troublesome; there were too many freaks here.
Elsewhere, Lu Yin met up with Lulu. They weren't far from each other to begin with.
"Lu Yin, let's see who gets there first," Lulu said eagerly.
Lu Yin looked at his gadget, "Sure, wait a moment, I'm waiting for someone."
Lulu was puzzled, "There's someone else with us?"
Lu Yin's gaze was cold, "I'm sending him away."
Lulu didn't understand, but Lu Yin's lips curled up, "Coming."
Ghostfire was flying leisurely not too far away; his innate gift was destined to adapt to this environment.
Suddenly, Ghostfire stopped and looked in front of him in surprise, "It's you?"
Lu Yin stepped forward, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Ghostfire sneered, "Sorry, I just killed a piece of trash who claimed to be from the Firesmelt Planet. I was worried about where to find you, but you actually dared to show up. You're courting death."
Lu Yin clenched his fists, "I'll settle the score with Bazeer later, but first I'll collect some interest from you." He then disappeared and used Flash to appear in front of Ghostfire. Ghostfire sneered, "Nothing here can trap me, ant. I'll show you the power of my Void Flame." Black flames spread out from his body and his body turned into nothingness.
His innate gift surprised Lulu; Void Flame could avoid physical attacks. Even many Melders were helpless against this innate gift.
Lu Yin sneered, raised a hand, and punched out. White and black alternated; this was the Daynight Fist. The Daynight Clan dominated the universe, and their inherited battle techniques were incomparably powerful. They could crush countless unique innate gifts, but this was the Daynight Clan; how could they be stopped by mere Void Flame?
The battle techniques of the Daynight Clan included physical attacks as well as spiritual force attacks. The Daynight Fist was a type of spiritual force attack. Lu Yin had never understood why the Daynight Fist alternated between night and day until he faced Ghostfire. There were too many unique innate gifts in the universe, and the Daynight Clan's battle techniques were unparalleled. They could be weak, but they were never ineffective.
Ghostfire was initially disdainful when he punched out, but then he felt a strange contradiction. His body felt like it was being torn apart by something, and he saw both night and day. Time seemed to flow between the two, and his body was being deceived. Even though he knew it was fake, his body could not resist. Extreme fatigue made it impossible for him to maintain his innate gift, and he suddenly turned corporeal with a deathly pale face.
Lu Yin pressed a hand against Ghostfire's abdomen, "Send a message to Bazeer for me. Tell him that your fate will be his in the future." He then pressed down with a palm, "Threefold Shockwave Palm." Boom! The shockwave dispersed the air, and Ghostfire was smashed into the ground, creating a huge crater. Ghostfire spat out a mouthful of blood, but that was not the end. Another force exploded in his abdomen, and the crater expanded once more. Three Stacks, Threefold Shockwave Palm.
Ghostfire was crippled, and he fainted, unconscious.
Lu Yin stood tall in the air, looking down, the chill in his eyes dissipating slightly. This was just interest; Bazeer's fate would definitely be a hundred times worse than Ghostfire's.
Lulu had watched from the side; the battle had started quickly, but ended even faster. She was first surprised by Ghostfire's innate gift, and then Lu Yin's Threefold Shockwave Palm. "You've improved again, what a powerful technique!"
Lu Yin smiled, "Let's go, let's see who gets there first."
"Okay!" Lulu sped up.
Meng Yue appeared after the two left, landing to see Ghostfire's miserable state and the crater he had crushed, "Three Stacks, Shockwave Palm. Interesting."
At the same time, on the Great Yu Empire's spacecraft, Dorren Yushan and the rest received reports from all the participating students. The Melder exam had just begun, but the Sentinel exam was basically over with only a few people left.
"A student sent back news that he's being hunted down by the Firesmelt Planet," someone reported.
Dorren's face darkened, "Looks like the Firesmelt Planet wants to start a war with the Great Yu Empire."
Rocky Auna replied, "That's not necessarily the case. Yan Gang paved the way for Yan Feng, allowing him to boldly pursue Princess Wendy. They shouldn't be attacking us at this time. There's only one possibility, and that's that the person who attacked us didn't understand the situation and thought that we broke the contract and humiliated Yan Feng."
"Yan Feng has a younger brother called Yan Zheng, who happens to be a Sentinel. It might be him," Dorren said.
"Should we inform the Firesmelt Planet?" someone asked.
Dorren replied, "No need, the Firesmelt Planet is just a small fry. If we can't even get past them, we won't be able to join the Astral Combat Academy."