High Martial: I Grind Professions

Chapter 160: Chapter 124: Li Wen: Peerless Spiritual Sense

Li Wen moved!

His movements were unprecedentedly small.

Every dodge was precise to a hair’s breadth, enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

A slight tilt of the head, a dip of the shoulders, a gentle bend of the knees, a pointed turn of the foot... Each subtle, almost imperceptible movement was just enough to let the deadly rays of destruction graze the corner of his clothes, the tips of his hair, his shoetips, or even just the turbulent air.

He was no longer just ”dodging.” He was performing an incredibly precise dance of death, choreographed on the very edge of destruction.

It was an exquisite and unrepeatable ”art of trajectory avoidance,” supported by his Extraordinary Spiritual Sense and the immense processing power of his Primordial Spirit.

Ten seconds! Twenty seconds! Thirty seconds!

Throughout the entire Heart Mirror Hall, you could hear a pin drop.

Every genius, every powerhouse, held their breath in rapt attention.

Their gazes were locked firmly on the solitary cage.

The miracle unfolding within challenged the very boundaries of their perception.

Just as Li Wen, relying on the perception of his powerful Primordial Spirit, evaded an incredibly tricky and dense volley, his body completing a dazzling series of consecutive dodges and weaves within a minuscule area—

”Enough.” The Chuhe King’s voice, calm yet filled with supreme authority, suddenly rang out.

HUM—!

The laser cage vanished in an instant.

The impenetrable storm of destruction came to an abrupt halt, as if throttled by an invisible giant’s hand.

Li Wen remained in his final side-step pose, panting slightly, his face a little pale.

The intense mental strain far surpassed the physical toll, and the fine beads of sweat on his temples finally coalesced and trickled down.

The golden light flowing in his eyes receded like the tide, revealing his now-serene gaze.

He took a deep breath and slowly straightened up. Though his breathing was still a bit ragged, his gaze was clear and resolute as he gave a deep bow toward the main dais.

This composure stemmed from the confidence born of his abilities, but even more so from the feeling that under extreme pressure, his control over his Primordial Spirit’s power had just touched upon a profound new level of insight.

After a brief, suffocating silence, the entire Heart Mirror Hall erupted into an uproar.

”It... it stopped?!”

”He... he passed the ninth round?!”

”My heavens! How... how on earth did he do that?!”

”The body of a novice Martial Artist withstood the ninth round?! That’s... how is that possible?!”

Shock, horror, ecstasy, confusion, awe... a myriad of complex emotions played across the faces of the more than three thousand prodigies.

Ron’s body trembled slightly, his knuckles white from clenching his fists too tightly.

The frustration of being crushed in three consecutive events, combined with the sight of that youth now standing in the spotlight, felt like a poisoned dagger twisting in his heart.

Du Yun took a deep breath. As he looked at Li Wen, the last shred of doubt in his eyes was utterly crushed, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and a hint of... ’Respect for a stronger peer?’

He finally understood that the subtle edge he had always been proud of seemed so pale and insignificant before such absolute, raw talent.

On the main dais, all the Marquis Level powerhouses had long since lost their composure.

Deep within the Chuhe King’s abyss-like calm eyes, an imperceptible glint of admiration flashed.

He raised a hand, silencing the hall’s uproar. His resonant voice, carrying an absolute will, announced the final result:

”Spiritual Sense Assessment result: Li Wen, endured nine full rounds. Evaluation: Peerless!”

”Peerless?!”

The gasps of astonishment nearly blew the roof off the great hall.

That single word, like thunder from the highest heavens, boomed in the depths of everyone’s soul.

This was the highest talent evaluation Torchflame University had awarded in nearly a decade, signifying recognition as one of the top-echelon geniuses in the Human Federation.

The Chuhe King’s voice continued, every word carrying immense weight:

”Li Wen, your aptitude for the way of the Spiritual Sense... is unparalleled, a talent unseen in a century. I expect you to continue to strive forward and live up to such a gift.”

The entire space seemed to freeze.

”Thank you for your guidance, Chuhe King. I will live up to your expectations,” Li Wen replied respectfully, suppressing the turbulent emotions churning within him.

He knew that from this moment on, his path of the Martial Dao would lead to an unprecedentedly vast new world.

The gates of the Torchflame Holy Hall had been thrown wide open for him, and beyond them awaited the sea of stars.