Chapter 550: Easy Passing the 4th floor
This floor wasn’t about raw destruction, nor about clever manipulation of one’s inheritance through fine control—it was a brutal test of endurance, pure and relentless.
He would face ten shadow warriors, each matching his strength, speed, techniques, and abilities at his current peak. Worse still, he would not be allowed to use anything beyond the inheritances he had comprehended inside the Comprehension Hall.
No system support, no other abilities, no personal skills outside of those inherited legacies. It meant every advantage he’d built outside those inheritances was stripped away.
The first three floors had challenged one’s power, patience, and precision, but this... this fourth floor marked the true beginning of the trial’s cruelty.
To go up against his own strength again and again, without rest, knowing each opponent was designed to test every aspect of what he had learned—every mistake would cost him stamina, every lapse in concentration would chip away at his energy.
By the time they reached the ninth or tenth opponent, if they did, their strength would be depleted, their mana reduced, their body drained, and yet they would still have to fight a shadow warrior that was fresh and full.
Max’s expression hardened. This was a test only those who had truly understood the foundation of their inheritances could pass—not those who dabbled, or barely touched the surface.
And it was at that moment, he fully understood why this floor had been placed here—after the easy illusion of progress in the first three, this was the dividing line between the imitators and the true successors.
’But this test is useless against me.’ Max thought as his eyes caught the sudden appearance of ten shadow warriors appearing in the arena. The warriors stood tall like grim sentinels of death, their humanoid frames forged entirely from writhing black flames that flickered unnaturally in the still air.
Their forms looked as if they were born from torment and shadows, pulsing with the aura of vengeance. Each step they took left behind scorching footprints, faint trails of ember marking their encroaching path.
What stood out most, however, were their eyes—or rather, the lack of emotion within them. Piercing and pure white, like polished bone, their eyes glowed from within the dark inferno that made up their faces, staring at Max with a chilling intent, void of anything human.