Boom! Boom! Boom!
The next moment, Ricky came to blow with the figure at peak state of the third grade of Skin
Refinement. His Omnipotent Skill relentlessly attacked, and in the blink of an eye, over ten rounds of
confrontation had occurred.
Thanks to his seven mutants, the chaotic power, and the eternal power, Ricky could match his
opponent's strength adequately.
"These three strength tests surely are difficult."
Ricky let out a burdened sigh.
If his cultivation base were a little higher, maybe he would have found the third test to be easier.
Unfortunately, his current cultivation base was only at the first grade of Skin Refinement, and worse, he
had just reached this level. That was the weakest grade possible!
If it weren't for the seven mutants and the chaotic power, he couldn't have matched his opponent's
strength.
Ricky wondered if Mister Ryker and the Second Mister had passed the third strength test. He felt a little
skeptical though because unlike him, they probably couldn't challenge opponents at a higher level
while they were only at the first grade of Skin Refinement.
At this point, he knew he couldn't stall any longer. If he wanted to win this fight, he had to end it as soon
as possible, as he was only at the first grade of Skin Refinement. That meant he had limited power, and
it wouldn't be enough to fuel his Omnipotent Skill many times.
"Bright ancestral spirit!"
Ricky bellowed, his eyes flashing as the bright ancestral spirit burst out.
The next second, he condensed his Omnipotent Skill again, merged it with the bright ancestral spirit,
and then struck the watery figure.
He also unleashed his Ancestral Intent Formula at the same time.
Since he was at the first grade of Skin Refinement, he couldn't use the Transforming Omnipotent Skill.
Boom! An explosion abruptly rang out. Ricky and the watery figure simultaneously jumped away from
each other, landing heavily on the ground. A dull pain resonated in Ricky's chest, and before he could
open his mouth to talk, blood spat out from his lips.
The moment the watery figure touched the ground, hairline cracks sprouted and spread throughout its
body.
When Ricky saw this, he launched an attack, heedless of the injuries he had. He used the Space-
shrinking Pace and appeared in front of the figure. Then, he threw a punch, which landed on it and
shattered it to pieces.
Puff! As this happened, a mouthful of blood spurted out from Ricky's mouth.
That was the effect of his sudden and overwhelming burst of power. Like a double-edged sword, it
damaged him just as it did to his opponent.
"I finally passed all three strength tests! But it cost me half of my life."
Ricky shook his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, as he took stock of all his
injuries.
He also withdrew from the place, seeing as the three strength tests were done.
Puff!
As he opened his eyes, he realized that his real body also underwent the injuries he received while
taking the tests. Blood spurted from his lips and steadily dripped down his chin.
"Look, Ricky got injured! He must have reached the third strength test. But looking at his condition, it's
impossible to know if he succeeded."
The surrounding warriors gathered on the shore whispered among each other, discussing Ricky's
condition.
"He probably didn't pass. After all, Mister Ryker didn't pass the third strength test back then, and Ricky
is obviously inferior to Mister Ryker."
"But Ricky cultivates the chaotic power, owns seven mutants, and used to be an incredible demi-
spiritual emperor. He must be the most talented in our generation. Besides, those three strength tests
do not just measure his current strength but his proficiency."
'As I thought, Mister Ryker failed to pass the third strength test, ' Ricky thought when he heard those
discussions. 'If I didn't have the bright ancestral spirit, I don't think I could have passed that third test!'
He felt proud of himself that he had passed that test, but at the same time, he felt like he just got lucky.
Now that the first part was done, Ricky prepared to use his power of life to heal his wounds. After all,
he still had three more tests coming up.
But to his surprise, the Demon Eliminating Pool contained a mysterious liquid that had an exceedingly
potent healing ability. The water rippled around his body and quickly healed all his wounds.
'Now it's time to take the character tests. I wonder what's going to happen.'
Ricky looked forward to what was going to happen, as he was already eager to pass.
He then closed his eyes, entered the state of cultivation, and found himself in a different place once
again. A vast expanse of mountains and rivers filled his view, a truly lovely sight.
Just like last time, Ricky didn't possess any cultivation base. However, he felt like he had the power of
three bulls, and it seemed like he had enough power to confront more than a dozen ordinary people at
the same time.
But unlike earlier, Ricky had lost all his memories.
All he knew was his name, Ricky, and that he needed to walk forward. Aside from that, he didn't know
where he was or what was going on.
'Maybe I'll find out after I reach my destination, '
Ricky thought to himself.
Soon, a river appeared in front of him. It wasn't dangerously deep, but the water rushed through with a
vengeance.
A few seconds later, he noticed a thin old lady standing by the river. She called out for Ricky when she
spotted him, saying, "Boy! Come here and carry me on your back across the river!"
Her tone sounded arrogant and bossy, and she talked as if Ricky was her servant.
When Ricky heard this, he became slightly confused.
'I don't think that's the right attitude when asking for help!'
he thought, bewildered and a little offended.
Seeing that Ricky didn't move, the old lady grew impatient and shouted at him again, "What is wrong
with you, young man? Don't you know the young should always respect the older? Come and carry me.
I want to cross the river."
Ricky felt helpless. The old woman was rude, but he didn't lose his temper. She was right, though. He
was indeed younger and stronger, which meant he was in the position to help.
Thus, Ricky went forward and carried the old lady on his back across the river.
After that, he proceeded forward. The woods that surrounded him felt dark, cold, and uncomfortable.
He saw a house, and thoughts of warmth and comfort besieged him. Knocking lightly, he called out to
the owner, "Anybody home? May I stay here for the night, please?"
But the owner treated him coldly. He not only scolded Ricky for being a pauper, but also tried to hit
Ricky with a stick.
Naturally, Ricky became a little irritated. 'Even if he doesn't want to help me, he doesn't have to drive
me off so cruelly. Why is he so rude?' he thought with a frown as he walked away.
Thankfully, he found a nearby tree that was big enough to ward off the harsh wind, and he decided to
spend the night under its protection.
In the middle of the night, he awoke to a blazing fire that lit up the darkness and sounds of terror and
pain.
When he got up to see what was going on, he saw a dozen bandits invading the house with sabers in
their hands.
As he sat on the enormous tree, Ricky could see that those robbers had already stripped the house
clean, carrying off money and other valuables away. However, they weren't done yet. It was clear that
they intended to kill the inhabitants of the house as well.
Ricky's first impulse was to save the endangered people.
But he suddenly remembered how the man had treated him earlier.
'Those robbers aren't good people, but neither are those people in that house. I'm not a good person
either. So why should I bother helping them?'
Ricky considered with a frown, and the impulse to save them dwindled.
But in the short time he had dilly-dallied, the robbers had killed one of the house's inhabitants. The
other people screamed and wailed, injecting a burst of adrenaline into Ricky's veins.
'What should I do? Should I save them or not?'
Ricky thought to himself as he struggled inwardly.
Unfortunately, as he pussyfooted about, the robbers killed another person.
This forced Ricky to move, as he didn't want to see anyone die anymore. The justice in his heart
prevailed over his anger. In the end, he saved the remaining people.
Fifteen people lived in the house, but the robbers killed three of them. Ricky saved the rest.
Meanwhile, none of the robbers lived long enough to regret what they had done.
Although he didn't have any cultivation base, Ricky was strong enough to deal with the robbers, for
they were just ordinary people.
He didn't know why he killed all the robbers. Perhaps it was the helplessness and anger he had felt that
day, inflicted by the old lady and rude house owner.
After that, Ricky went on his way as normal. The occurrence didn't affect him much in this state, and
the second day soon came without more incidents.
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