A chaotic end

Zeal concluded the black orb could have programmed attacks—therefore ruling out the mechanism of human operation. The speed and the ever-changing patterns were things controlled by soul power and the higher realm, much like a formation. But of course, Zeal didn't know about the operation of this formation. He wasn't even sure it was a formation. Zeal began to practice two techniques: light flexibility and mountain hardness. The two techniques supported each other; he could turn his body hard or soft. The hardness repelled everything, while the softness allowed everything to pass his body without hurting him. It was like his body was a wormhole.

The big spiky log did not only continually move but also unevenly. Zeal found himself in great trouble because of the tricky dilemma. Zeal understood that the impact the spiky wood could make would be different from that of the black needles. So he was not about to receive such an attack even with his light flexibility technique. At this moment, Zeal's Soul-eyes began to calculate the pattern of the wood. Zeal disappeared and appeared above the log that moved south; he clad his feet with aura. He didn't want the spike to pierce his legs. But suddenly, another large trunk appeared out of nowhere; the log intended to brush with the other with which Zeal stood on top. At the same time, rain of needle lunged under different angle at Zeal. All with cold auras, intending to kill Zeal. Karl Zeal gritted his teeth at the umpteenth attack. He used his mountain hardness and back-lifted from the position he stood; he supported his lift with another somersault. And with that deft movement, Zeal landed precisely on the next log. However, two wood shot toward Karl Zeal from the opposite end—left to right; the trunk he stood upon happened to be in the middle of the two deadly attacks. However, Zeal was waiting for something. He needed to climb another Log before the two collided with him. Also, without enough balance, he couldn't defend against the barrage of the black needle.

At the last second, another log appeared. Zeal leaped on it, and flying needles suddenly came with full pressure. But Zeal raised the lightning sword, and lightning cried loudly. The flashes of lightning seem freighting enough to dumbfound anyone. The sword pulled down the lightning; the lightning circulated Zeal and blocked the sneak attack. Zeal paled as he coughed out blood.

"My body is going weak and numb. Can I last this ordeal?" Zeal gritted his teeth in endurance. There was nothing he could do other than face death with confidence. But he believed he wouldn't die. Well, not because the abominable sordid Sou Long would save him, but because he did not prepare yet. After all, he hadn't seen his mother. But who the hell could interpret their demise like that. At the same time, it had not even been a month since he came, yet he had gotten a discordant death hodgepodge just because the despicable accursed Sou Long already wanted his life. Zeal felt aggrieved and the desire for power; he wanted the old thing to submit to his supreme strength.

At this moment, the needle became overbearing. However, it wasn't because it became faster or more brutal—Zeal had exhausted himself. The child became desperate as his mind struggled to deal with the dreadful umpteenth nuisance. In fact, for this second half of the trial, Zeal had been fighting for the past six hours. He had almost run out of fuel. At this juncture, Zeal dismissed his lightning blade; he clenched his right hand as a silvery-white orb enveloped him. The silvery-white orb solidified slowly due to Zeal's exhaustion. He couldn't help it. After all, he had little to no energy left. So powering his techniques became difficult for him. However, as the silvery-white ball solidified, Zeal jumped around to avoid a hit. He couldn't stand in a place only to wait for the silvery-white sphere to solidify. After all, those black shooting needles and massive spiky logs wouldn't wait for him to prepare.

At this moment, Zeal wanted to do all this in preparation for the final moment, but something tragic happened: the place turned to pitch dark. There was nothing to see. Momentarily, Zeal felt that something was about to take his life. The darkness was scary, and Zeal was most afraid because he had no strength left. So the dread dark of the abyss plunged him into a morbid morass.

"Damn it!" Zeal cursed angrily. He wouldn't die even though heaven and earth voted him to. He would give no one the chance to be happy about his demise. Since that horrible dour Old thing wouldn't give up, he must remain alive. Why the hell did he want him gone. Zeal blamed everything on the training. In fact, Zeal was a child, and it was natural to feel aggrieved. And if he saw anyone that gave him a chance to disappear from the cursed villa, he wouldn't bat an eye. Unfortunately, he had signed his extinction here to the studentship of the tea-drinking demon.

"Soul-eyes, maximum!" Zeal raved hysterically; he was really angered, afraid and aggrieved. The red eyes and golden eyes shone intensely. However, the black eyes camouflaged with the environment. Regardless, the palpable aura they released made the place so heavy that it felt like it would break.

At this moment, Zeal activated the night vision in his Soul-eyes. The place began to look no-so-dark. It looked like early dawn or twilight. However, because of the massive use of the Soul-eyes, Zeal's mind became a mess. At the same time, the silvery-white orb couldn't solidify totally—it became bouncy. Zeal focused on evading the spiky log. He knew that if that large log slammed on that orb, it would only be a moment before it shattered every damn thing. Zeal wanted to persevere; he didn't want to die. He began to evade the log. It was a near-miss situation. Zeal only escaped hammering himself to pieces with a tiny margin.

Zeal saw many shooting needles like the shooting star. Because of their speed, they looked like molten red. He also noticed their pattern seemed different and that their momentum became fierce. The log also began to move fast, and Zeal could feel they became heavier. Zeal understood that these actions were the last effort the formation wanted to exert. But he didn't have enough strength to fight. His body ached and remained tired. It was as though he was staring at death's gate. However, Zeal struggled to move forward. His body had to move; he wouldn't sit still and await death. If he must ultimately die, then he would fight to live. At this moment, Zeal hated himself for agreeing with the Old thing's awful idea. He shouldn't have been here. What the hell? Now the Old thing would also kill him? He wouldn't allow that. He moved forward. And as a last effort, Zeal leaped up and began to twirl his entire body. With that, Zeal created a force that protected him from the barrage of the large spiky log and needles. The air protection around him first collapsed; the velvety bouncy silvery orb followed, and the rest of the attack slammed on Zeal.

This moment became hell for Zeal; the attack hammered his entire body to pieces. It broke his bone to powder. And the attacks scattered everything in just a few minutes. In fact, Zeal became unrecognizable. At this moment, he fell like a dead log.