My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing

"Thud, thud, thud—"

The long-haired man: "..."

Standing still, watching the unprecedented uproar in the arena, the long-haired man's mind was a complete blank.

After a long while.

As his soul returned to his consciousness, he finally realized what was about to happen.

His face gradually turned pale.

Yet the cheers, the screams, and the gazes filled with anticipation and desire compelled him to move his feet involuntarily.

Step by step.

He mounted the platform.

Standing opposite the centaur.

So close, he could even smell the centaur's foul odor.

"Are you ready?" the examiner asked the long-haired man.

The long-haired man wanted to say he was not ready.

He didn't know why all this was happening.

Why was it his turn to go on stage?

Shouldn't it be Chen Yu?

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His fists gradually clenched tighter.

The long-haired man knew there was no turning back. His gaze at the centaur quickly became icy cold.

As the top person from Supernatural Alliance Academy, honed over five years, he also had his principles.

"If that's the case."

"Boom—"

The Defying Fate Skill at the fifth level burst forth without reservation.

The terrifying air pressure instantly blew away all the dust on the platform.

"Your arrogance ends here," the long-haired man shouted at the centaur in front of him. He then whispered in the Ka Xiu clan's language, "T]/Y.... (We can stop at that)."

"Hehehehe," the centaur sneered, "T]. (I will.)"

"Now that everyone's ready," the examiner waved her hand, "the duel begins!"

"Swoosh—"

As soon as the words fell, the long-haired man activated his supernatural ability, turning into a fading shadow.

In just one second, he had disappeared.

On the platform, Chen Yu was stunned: "What kind of ability is that?"

"A Crack in the Breeze," the proctor explained solemnly, "a B-level ability. It allows one to hide in the airflow, perfect for launching an assassination."

"That's badass?"

Chen Yu finally understood how his underwear had disappeared last night.

On the platform.

Faced with this scene, the centaur was also stunned, losing sight of the long-haired man.

But its strong sense of perception still allowed it to vaguely judge the long-haired man's position, causing it to spin around and sweep fiercely with its club.

"Swoosh—"

The speed was so fast that the wind wailed mournfully.

But it hit nothing.

"Bastard, it's here!"

On the other side, the long-haired man appeared. Wielding a short sword, his eyes filled with infinite hatred, he stabbed viciously!

"Ptoo—"

The centaur only managed to turn its head.

An ear was sliced off.

"Tsk."

The long-haired man spat disdainfully and decisively retreated.

"Roar—"

The centaur, in severe pain, clutched its right ear, its killing intent boiling over: "VLYGL[... (Is this how you want to stop at a touch? You're seeking death!)"

"Touch to stop?" The long-haired man's true nature burst forth, his expression fierce: "After killing so many of us, even if I die today, I'm going to skin you beasts!"

"Roar—"

The centaur roared again, its hooves sharply sprung up, charging at full speed towards the long-haired man.

The long-haired man showed no fear and launched his own countercharge.

"Clang!"

A loud clang rang out as metal struck metal.

The two passed by each other—centaur unscathed, the long-haired man's palms split open, blood flowing freely.

But he seemed not to feel the pain; instead, his excitement widened into a grin as he once again activated his ability and disappeared into the cracks in the wind.

The centaur's expression drastically changed, opting to swing its iron club wildly around itself.

But this time, the long-haired man appeared directly above its head.

With a vicious thrust, the sword pierced downward!

"Ptoo—"

"Roar!!!"

The long-haired man was now riding on the centaur's torso, teeth clenched as he pulled out the short sword and stabbed downward again.

"Thump!"

In a flash of lightning, the centaur stomped its front hoof.

A wave of shock mixed with eerie lightning spread, instantly knocking the long-haired man unconscious, plunging him into a brief stupor.

Seizing the opportunity, the centaur grabbed the man on its back and smashed him fiercely to the ground!

"Boom!!"

It was as if the earth shook and the mountains quaked.

The stone ground was smashed into a large crater!

Dust and debris spread everywhere.

Then, seizing the momentum, the centaur raised its black iron club with both hands, aiming fiercely at the long-haired man's chest.

But by then, the man had already passed the stage of unconsciousness. He vanished, invisible.

"Clang!"

The iron club fell, digging half a meter into the ground.

It had hit nothing.

"War Trample," in the preparation area, an even larger centaur sneered as it explained to the people in human language, "That's its ability. Caught a second time means death for the man."

"Roar—"

Ignoring the flowing blood on its back, the centaur pulled out the iron club and continued its hoof stomping.

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

Circles of spreading electric shock waves enveloped it, leaving no opportunity for the long-haired man to launch a sneak attack.

Seeing this.

The long-haired man simply did not reappear.

Letting the opponent wear itself out...

A series of exchanges.

Seemed lengthy.

However, it all happened within ten seconds.

Such a high-level confrontation astonished hundreds of thousands of spectators in the audience.

Forgot to beat the drums.

People also forgot to shout.

The scene was dead silent, only the sound of the centaur's hooves hitting the ground could be heard.

Stomping and stomping, the centaur soon grew tired, realized, and stopped releasing its ability.

Opting to hold the iron club, guarding its vital parts, scanning left and right. Waiting for the long-haired man to attack on his own.

Confident that with its defensive power, as long as it protected its vitals, even if the long-haired man successfully launched a sneak attack, it couldn't be brought down with a single strike.