Martial Master

Among the more than three thousand Refiner Masters, over ninety percent were stuck at the sixth level, and only a little over one hundred had stepped onto the seventh level.

Among these one hundred plus, only Qin Chen and his two companions had reached the eighth level.

The probability was one in ten thousand, or even less.

Everyone was shocked as they looked at Qin Chen and his companions, who were still above the eighth level, filled with envy.

This is what life is about; with billions of eyes watching, what kind of glory would that be?

To be the center of attention is what every martial artist crazily pursues.

“Now we just have to see if any of them can step into the ninth level.”

“Not likely. Look at the ratio; about one in thirty can cross from the sixth to the seventh level, while the chances from the seventh to the eighth level are around one in forty or fifty. Therefore, the difficulty of stepping from the eighth to the ninth level will be even higher. Among the three of them, it seems unlikely that even one can enter the ninth level.”

“That does make sense.”

The crowd murmured, discussing among themselves.

Not only them, but Master Mu Ye also shook his head in the sky.

The meaning represented by the ninth level was something even he dared not imagine. Even if the entire Guanghan Mansion were examined, there would probably only be a few who could step into the ninth level. In this Yunzhou, it seemed impossible to witness.

Even Master Mu Ye himself could not step into the ninth level back in his day. Among all the Refiners present, only Master Mu Gu Tian might have had a slight possibility in his youth.

In fact, the moment Qin Chen and his companions stepped onto the eighth level, they felt how extraordinary it was.

Bai Yutang and Yun Mengze could only vaguely see the patterns of the eighth level even when they fully exerted their mental energies.

Moreover, the patterns of the seventh level were made up of over thirty small patterns, but the eighth level's patterns consisted of over a hundred small patterns, layered one over another, dazzling and nearly impossible to clearly discern its structure.

It was too difficult.

Bai Yutang and Yun Mengze were serious; they even lost the desire to compete with each other because they both knew that reaching the eighth level required their utmost effort, leaving them a slim chance of success. Any lapse in focus would undoubtedly lead to failure.

Under these circumstances, naturally, no one would joke around.

Qin Chen was like that, even more so at this moment; he didn’t engage in idle chatter with them, fully immersing his mental energy into the eighth level steps.

The patterns of the eighth level gradually became clearer in Qin Chen's eyes.

If anyone knew that Qin Chen could still see the patterns of the eighth level under such circumstances, they would be utterly astonished.

While Bai Yutang and Yun Mengze only vaguely saw the structure of the patterns, Qin Chen could see the entire pattern clearly; its structure completely imprinted in his mind, layer upon layer, extremely complex.

“So perfect.”

Qin Chen expressed his amazement.

This pattern was so perfect that the more than a hundred patterns were like artworks, stitching together seamlessly to form a completely new pattern. Every connection between the patterns was just right, as if it were the most perfect thing in the world.

This one pattern also provided Qin Chen with numerous insights.

Instead of immediately trying to replicate it, Qin Chen carefully sensed every structure of this pattern, comprehending and learning, turning it into his own knowledge.

Time passed, and a stick of incense's time is neither too long nor too short.

Bai Yutang and Yun Mengze, who stepped onto the eighth level earlier, reached their time limit sooner. As the stick of incense approached its end, both Bai Yutang and Yun Mengze moved simultaneously.

A series of patterns began to appear in their hands.

“Wow, are they sketching out the patterns of the eighth level?”