C30 The Terrifying Chu Yi

Chu Yi had previously heard from Uncle Wang that a Fourth Level Genius could earn a staggering monthly subsidy of up to a million yuan.

Indeed, a Fourth Level Genius is nearly the pinnacle of talent recognized by the federation!

Of course, once certified as a Fourth Level Genius, a million yuan a month is trivial, serving more as a symbol than anything else.

After all, a Fourth Level Genius is on the verge of being a half-step prodigy.

Such prodigies are exceptional individuals capable of causing a stir with their mere presence!

A person of that caliber would receive unfathomable resources and nurturing from any power they aligned with.

Mrs. Yanran, for instance, had previously attempted to entice Chu Yi, showing no interest in offers of hundreds of millions, which clearly demonstrates that to the real powerhouses, millions or even tens of millions of yuan are inconsequential.

Thus, a Fourth Level Genius joining a formidable family or faction could expect benefits far exceeding the monthly million.

Now, Uncle Wang has stated that nine times the limit is the benchmark for a Fourth Level Genius.

By previous calculations, the ultimate limit for a Fourth Level Genius should be eleven times.

The limit of a Fourth Level Genius is to be a prodigy.

Eleven times is prodigious, yet Chu Yi is nearing twenty times...

It's no surprise that Uncle Wang was so astounded...

It took a considerable amount of time for Uncle Wang to compose himself.

Now, his gaze upon Chu Yi has utterly transformed, reflecting the awe anyone would feel in the presence of such a formidable prodigy.

Chu Yi's previous display, particularly his keen sense of danger, had already left Uncle Wang deeply impressed.

And this time...

Having been at the warrior center for a decade, Uncle Wang has never been as excited about an assessment as he is now.

Without hesitation, he marked Chu Yi's record with a Fourth Level rating.

Had the highest possible rating not been capped at Fourth Level, Uncle Wang would have unreservedly granted Chu Yi a monstrous evaluation.

The question mark following the last assessment's Third Level has been thoroughly erased by Uncle Wang, who has confidently replaced it with a resolute Fourth.

Yes, Fourth Level!

Even if Chu Yi's speed is a tad slower, does it really matter?

Having a weakness is perfectly normal!

No warrior has ever been flawless, devoid of any weaknesses.

Being slightly slower is entirely acceptable!

"Alright, Chu Yi, you're up for your third assessment now."

"In fact, there are only three assessments in total."

"Evading ability, explosive ability, and finally, combat ability."

Combat ability is arguably the most crucial of the three tests, yet it's also the least important.

For the average prodigy, failing in combat renders their skills moot.

But for a prodigy like Chu Yi, these concerns are irrelevant.

Lacking experience?

No worries at all!

When the time comes, there will be top-tier fighters ready to teach Chu Yi the techniques, helping him to level up!

Still, Uncle Wang was very much looking forward to Chu Yi's performance, especially since the previous two rounds had been full of pleasant surprises.

Chu Yi gave a slight nod, his mind set on not being as overly dramatic in this combat test as before.

The venue for the combat test was just around the corner, so they arrived within a few steps.

Uncarrying to the center of the field, Uncle Wang pulled out a compass nonchalantly.

The moment the compass appeared, Chu Yi immediately caught on.

This was Virtual Reality Technology, the most widely applied in modern warfare.

Since arriving in this world, this was the first piece of high-tech equipment Chu Yi had encountered.

"You have ten minutes. Your final score will be based on the comparison between the damage you sustain and the damage you inflict on your opponent," Uncle Wang explained, then stepped back with an expectant look.

Illusions were something Chu Yi was exceedingly familiar with.

After all, illusions are typically based on array formations, and when it comes to arrays...

Forget about this world; even in the Immortal Demon World, Chu Yi stood at the pinnacle.

Thus, if Chu Yi chose to, he could instantly use his psychic force, or the power of his primordial spirit, to shatter all these illusions.

But doing so would not only reveal his secrets but also compromise the assessment.

I have the capability, but I choose not to use it!

That was Chu Yi's mindset at the moment.

Reaching the center of the small plaza, Chu Yi took a deep breath and nodded to Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang inserted a device into the compass, and it sprang to life.

Suddenly, a figure emanating a rugged aura materialized out of thin air.

"This represents the life of the Tarot Tribe. They could be considered human, yet they differ significantly from Earth's humanity."

Chu Yi had already noticed the differences.

The burly figure towering over three meters tall was adorned with intricate patterns etched across his skin.

Chu Yi noted that these virtual Tarot tribesmen had only four fingers, one less than a human.

But that was inconsequential.

Without any pleasantries, the man lunged forward, using the ground as leverage to propel himself at Chu Yi with the force of a cannonball.

His method of combat, while rudimentary, proved to be highly effective.

Chu Yi was taken aback by the man's exceptional speed.

Logically, someone of his stature should be slower, but the man's velocity was astonishing.

He closed the distance to Chu Yi in a mere instant.

Uncle Wang, standing nearby, smirked subtly.

Many a genius had fallen prey to such an unanticipated assault, impacting their final evaluations.

Uncle Wang was eager to see how Chu Yi would respond.

Real combat, after all, isn't about fighting with everything neatly laid out for you.

The element of surprise is the essence of true combat!

And Uncle Wang was genuinely curious about Chu Yi's capabilities, especially given his acute danger perception that had impressed even him.

As Chu Yi appeared momentarily bewildered, Uncle Wang sensed the illusion's sneak attack had caught him off guard.

Yet, when Uncle Wang anticipated a typical genius's point loss, Chu Yi's response left him astounded.

With a subtle contortion of his body, a mere shift, Chu Yi evaded the attack. The assault whizzed harmlessly by, as if choreographed in a dance with the illusion.

Having sidestepped the strike, Chu Yi was far from idle.

He was aware that the adversary's assault wouldn't be so meager.

Chu Yi had already gauged the burly man's prowess.

Peak Bronze level.

He must be at the very pinnacle of Bronze, likely surpassing Chu Yi's own 900 kg of strength by a margin.

Yet, the opponent was decidedly not at the Silver level!

As long as they weren't Silver, Chu Yi didn't need to expose any of his capabilities.

And so...

In a flash, the burly man Chu Yi had just evaded reappeared at his side.

As warriors of the Taruo Tribe, even though they were mere illusions, they flawlessly embodied the traits of their people.

Their hallmark was simplicity.

Violence!

Indeed, they employed the most brutal methods to shred their adversaries.

They possessed the technology of a Fifth Level civilization; otherwise, they wouldn't have reached such a status. But for the Taruo Tribe warriors, branded as barbarians, physical combat was their preferred mode of battle.

Within the Cosmic Civilization, their approach to combat remained unchanged.

Their bodies traversed the void, clashing with formidable foes.

The technological civilizations served merely as support, at best functioning as modes of transportation.

At this juncture, Chu Yi had come to grasp the roots of the Taruo Tribe's barbaric reputation.

Perhaps these illusions before him had been significantly weakened for the sake of the assessment, yet with each onslaught, Chu Yi could sense the horrifying and formidable presence they emitted.

Overwhelmingly strong!

Chu Yi harbored no doubts that if this barbarian warrior were present in his true form, he would utterly decimate the human race's geniuses at the same level!

Even with Chu Yi leveraging the power of his primordial spirit, akin to cheating, the odds might just be even.

Of course, if he resorted to his more potent techniques, these barbarian warriors would pose no real threat.

But in a fair fight, the opponent's formidable nature would shine through.

This was the disparity between civilizations.

And such a disparity signified the gap in the evolutionary progress of life.

Though they might both be classified as human, the very essence of these barbarians' lives was evidently several notches above that of the human race...

An explosive punch, even from an illusion, was enough to stir the air.

Nonetheless, Chu Yi, fortified by the power of his primordial spirit, remained untouchable. Unless the true form of the barbarian warrior stood before him, inflicting harm upon Chu Yi was virtually impossible.

Chu Yi was adept at evading attacks, but his strategy wasn't limited to just dodging. Occasionally, he would launch a counterattack, causing the illusion of the barbarian warrior to become significantly more ethereal.

The warrior center had scientifically determined that ten minutes was the optimal time frame. According to their calculations, the geniuses should be able to endure for that duration. However, if they went beyond ten minutes, those geniuses would inevitably sustain some damage.

They had adjusted the compass to weaken the illusions' strength considerably. Yet, over time, as cumulative damage accumulated, it could still lead to unnecessary harm. The warrior center was committed to protecting these gifted individuals.

Uncle Wang had been confident that Chu Yi, with his abilities, would have no trouble lasting ten minutes. Chu Yi's exceptional perceptual skills had proven to be a significant advantage in combat. But now, Uncle Wang realized he had been mistaken.

Ten minutes?

He definitely wouldn't last that long!

Uncle Wang noticed that the compass's reserve power was nearly depleted. Normally, the compass's power reserves were sufficient to last well over half an hour. But if the illusions took too much damage, that time would be greatly reduced. Each instance of damage triggered the compass to automatically replenish and repair itself, consuming a considerable amount of energy in the process.

Even when facing the most exceptional geniuses, the compass should have been able to persist for well over ten minutes. But now…

Forget ten minutes; the compass's energy might be exhausted within the next two or three minutes!