Immortal

12. The Rat Tide [III]

As soon as people walked out of the teleportation array, they were met with a disaster.

Seeing the situation ahead clearly, some people turned around and ran, rushing to step onto the teleportation array behind them. 

Unfortunately, after a large group of people were busy for a while, the teleportation array still had no response. It seemed that it could only teleport from the Dragon Mountain in one direction but not out. 

Looking back at the overwhelming herd of beasts that were already a hundred meters away, some people trembled all over and their legs became weakened, not knowing what to do. 

Some people gritted their teeth and began to climb the cliffs behind the teleportation array, trying to climb up to escape.

"Welcome to the Heavenly Trial's Field. The first trial is the Charge into the Sea of ​​Blood. In the battlefield of gods and dreads, there is a fine line between life and death. The brave survive and the retreating die. If you can't even get through this rat tide, you probably don't need to go to the future battles against the dreads army. Everyone, I wish you good luck!" The voice of Halia, the  grandmaster of the Heavenly Palace, rang out into the participants' ears.

The grandmasters of the four immortal sects appeared on the cliffs at some point. Some of them looked expressionless while others sneered as they watched the test takers who began to climb the cliffs in panic. 

Soon, one of the participants suffered the consequences. He triggered the restriction before he climbed very high, and was instantly knocked to the ground by thunder.

In this open selection, the four immortal sects needed the real elites, not cowards and mediocres.

The purpose of the trial was to let the trial participants face the challenge and pass through the beasts to reach another teleportation array on the other side of the prairie. Any attempt to take shortcuts will lead to death! Once you step into this innate trial field, you either push through and pass the test, or die.

Looking at the cliff behind them with no way to retreat, and then looking at the overwhelming herd of beasts getting closer and closer, more than 800 martial arts masters became nervous, and even desperate. 

No matter how strong they were, who could withstand the impact of so many turtle-backed rats?

This was not a trial, but a massacre!

Soon, many died under the tide of rats. A bite from these dog-sized turtle-back rats would cause serious injuries and blood, while others would have their throats bitten off and die. Being entangled by a group of turtle-back rats, even a master of the Heavenly realm would be doomed. 

Two fists were no match for four hands, so they could not withstand the surging turtle-back rats. They fell to the ground wailing for a while before turning into a pile of bones.

"Help, save me, save me..."

"Brother, save me, no..."

The turtle-backed rats at the front launched a fierce attack, and one after another, the trialists fell down, screaming incessantly. Many trialists were caught off guard and had no time to dodge, and there was nowhere to hide. 

Behind them was a steep stone wall, and there was a restriction in the air that blocked them from escaping no matter how powerful their skills were. In front of them was a huge wave of rats sweeping in like a flood.

In the first trial, the martial arts masters faced a test of life and death.

The trialists who were looking forward to joining the Immortal Sects were more nervous than ever before, and some even screamed and shouted in regret. 

Amidst the chaos and screams, Lachlan rushed forward, swinging his sword and slashing at the turtle-backed rats that were rushing forward like a tide, rushing forward alone without hesitation. His cold and stern attitude of facing the vast army and going forward despite the numerous enemies made others ashamed.

The brave lived, the coward died.

Lachlan's face was full of determination. When others were at a loss or cursing, he was the first to rush forward, fighting his way through the mighty wave of rats. Although he was not fast, he was determined to move forward without looking back.

His steps were steady. He used the ordinary long sword distributed by the four hidden immortal sects, and performed the seemingly simple sword technique. One move after another, he continuously performed the moves in the sword manual in layout turns. He swung his sword horizontally and cut down in an arc, one move after another, but did not perform the continuous slashing that he had comprehended last night.

The small sword manual was far more complicated than imagined, and there were infinite mysteries inside it to ponder. 

The rolling rat tide attacked fiercely, which frightened the martial arts masters who were so strong in their own eyes in the past. 

However, Lachlan did the opposite. He not only rushed forward to pass the test, but also took the opportunity to practice the sword manual and further comprehend the mysteries. 

In addition, although the continuous strikes that he comprehended last night was powerful, he always felt that it was not suitable for him and was a little awkward. He vaguely felt that something seemed to be wrong with it, and that he needed to further ponder and comprehend about the actual combat.

The claws and teeth of the turtle-back rats that surged in like a mighty tide were very sharp, and they were as strong as an ox, but they were not considered real powerful monsters.

There was only one thing going for them, and that was the turtle shells they carried on their backs. A fierce slash of the blade would often only leave a shallow crack on the shell. Only two or three consecutive slashes at the same place would be fatal for the beasts.

The blade must be fast, fierce, accurate and repeated.