Chapter 1293: Fighting Spiri

Taking the stairs, Su Mo quickly arrived at the second level. The second level wasn't very different from the first, its only difference was that it was slightly wider, as though it was a few kilometers wide.

Hovering in mid air, Wu Ling's projection was already waiting for him.

Swoosh!

With a jerk, Su Mo flew into the air and faced his opponent.

"Making it up to the second level, you must be a real genius for our tribe already!" spoke Wu Ling's projection, his indifferent voice carrying no sign of emotions.

Upon hearing this, Su Mo was surprised. Does this projection actually have independent thoughts?

However, he only pondered upon this for a moment before rejecting this idea. Wu Ling's projection was emotionless and his eyes carried no sign of life. It clearly did not have an independent mind. Even if it could speak, it was just some basic words before fighting.

"Cut!"

Su Mo was not interested in conversing with a mere projection and immediately probed with his sword. The Sword Radiance was blinding and the Ghost Power on it was rolling out in heaps as it struck directly at Wu Ling's projection.

Boom boom boom!

Wu Ling's projection attacked again from the same point and with the same light ray. This ray was obviously stronger than before, it had become a thin pillar of light and rotated quickly with a mightier power. The light rod flew towards Su Mo's Sword Qi as though it was a large, enraged dragon roaring through the sky.

In the next moment, the Sword Qi and the light ray collided strongly with one other.

Boom!

A loud booming sound tore both the Sword Qi and the light pillar into pieces. The force of the collision wiped out the surroundings and spread out over a vast area.

"Really extraordinary!" Su Mo was slightly surprised. The 50% level projection was much stronger than the 30% level projection. Still, it wasn't enough to hinder him.

"Die!" roared Su Mo loudly and the ghost force within his body rushed out to form plumes of smoke, showcasing his strongest cultivation power.

The long sword in his hands morphed into a black ghost sword and its mighty radiance exploded with a strength one hundred times greater than before.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!

The sword radiance sparkled brightly as Sword Qi shot out directly against Wu Ling's projections. This time, Su Mo even used Guo Jian Qing's Long Sword Fighting Soul, allowing the sword power to increase greatly. The sharpness of his sword instantly caused the space within a kilometer radius around him to shatter. This blow was Su Mo's killing blow and it could instantly kill a mere 50% level projection.

Against the Sword Qi that engulfed the entire area, Wu Ling's projection extended both his palms forward and continuously punched, creating numerous large palm prints. The palm prints were as big as mountains and as they flew out from the projection, the ground shook violently.

The large palm prints flew through the air and the might of them was strong and enigmatic, like a vast and turbulent ocean.

Boom boom boom!!

In the blink of an eye, numerous Sword Qi struck the palm prints, causing a string of explosive noises. The palm prints were sliced apart and the extensive Sword Qi continued on its path without stopping. Instantly, Wu Ling's projection was engulfed by it.

A few moments later, the Sword Qi dissipated and everything returned to its original, peaceful state. Wu Ling's projection was nowhere to be seen.

Su Mo lightly shook his head. Although these projections were said to be 50% of Wu Ling's actual strength, they were not that strong. It was true that they had a high fighting power, but they were too rigid and could not adapt to the candidates' strengths. Hence, they were not battling as a real martial artist would, as one who would react accordingly to circumstances and showcase their real fighting strength. Without a real martial artist's thoughts and judgment, what was left was a mere shell of power. Furthermore, a projection was, after all, just a projection. Without a Fighting Soul to supplement power, its power was greatly reduced.

With this, an old fashioned flight of stairs once again appeared in front of him and Su Mo raced up toward the third floor.

At this moment, outside of the pagoda around 90% of Sorcerer Tribe geniuses had already been defeated. It wasn't that they weren't strong enough, but that Wu Ling's projection were stronger. Numerous tribesmen gathered around the third floor of the pagoda, wearing a look of dissatisfaction on their faces.

Ah!

Right at that moment, a shriek filled the air as a tall and big young man flew out of the pagoda and landed heavily on the floor. Blood spurted out of his mouth.

"It's Wu Tong!"

"Wu Tong has actually been eliminated!"

"How could this be? With his strength, how could he have lost?"

The crowd instantly erupted into a frenzy because Wu Tong was a top genius among the Sorcerer Tribe. Although he was not in the list of potential candidates, he was nearly as strong as them. Even a genius like him had actually lost!

This caused many people to be shocked. Was this three floored pagoda that strong?

"Brother Wu Tong, are you alright?" A few other geniuses immediately went forward, helped him up while kindly asking.

Wu Tong straightened up and wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth. His entire face turned red as he turned around and saw everyone's gaze on him. As a top genius among the Sorcerer Tribe, it was embarrassing to not even pass the first round of the choosing process.

"The strength of the projection on the third floor is completely terrifying. Furthermore, its awareness when it fights is almost like the real Brother Wu Ling. I lost without any injustice!" with a heavy sigh, Wu Chen responded in a deep voice.

"What?" Everyone in the crowd were surprised. Most of them were not even able to get to the third floor and had no idea what it was like.

So, the third floor projection was actually that strong. Its fighting awareness was similar to Wu Ling's and it was very much unlike the first and second floor projections, who fought rigidly.

No wonder!

With Wu Ling's fighting prowess, even a battle against an enemy at one's own cultivation level, but with only 70% fighting strength would still be terrifying. If that was the case, how many people would still be able to pass the three levels and make it to the top?

"There will definitely be under two hundred people who can successfully pass this first round's three floored pagoda!" said Wu Tong with a heavy voice, wearing a serious expression. He was simply trying to find an excuse for his failure and thus said this without having a full comprehension of the actual scene inside.

"A bunch of worthless people!"

Right at that moment, a faint voice spoke. On the top of the pagoda, Wu Ren Wang opened his eyes and surveyed the crowd that had already been eliminated. His eyes carried a disdainful expression.

Almost a hundred thousand geniuses had been so quickly eliminated upon entering the pagoda. This made Wu Ren Wang completely speechless. These so called geniuses of the Sorcerer Tribe were so worthless but still dared to call themselves geniuses. He scowled in disgust.

"Hopefully Wu Ma and Wu You Lan will be better. They can come and play with me, otherwise this will be really boring!" Wu Ren Wang sighed again before closing his eyes a second time. In his opinion, among all the geniuses of the Sorcerer Tribe, only Wu Ma and Wu You Lan could barely be considered his match. On the other hand, he considered everyone else to be mere spectators only.

Many people heard Wu Ren Wang's degrading comment and their faces fell. Yet, they could only be angry, and never speak out.

There wasn't a choice. With his talents, he could be arrogant and look down upon everything.