Dual Cultivator with a cultivation system

Everyone who saw this had their pupils constrict, and even Wang Ming felt a hint of danger emanating from the red beam. They all drew a cold breath as they stared at the giant red stone slab, a twinge of fear creeping over them as they watched the melted corpse.

"What in the heavens was that?" Jiang Yao exclaimed, feeling the urge to throw up witnessing such a brutal death. This was the first time she had witnessed such a horrifying method of death. The way their bodies melted like ice, without even the slightest chance to resist, sent a chill down her spine. She glanced at the spot where they had perished and noticed a goo-like substance on the ground, which made her stomach churn.

"I'm leaving," Qing Na said, aware that without any teammates, she was at the highest risk of losing her life.

"I don't think you can leave. There is no exit," the masked man said calmly. Even after witnessing the gruesome deaths, he had no intention of quitting.

"Damn, you're right," Qing Na cursed, scanning the area with her spiritual energy. She couldn't detect any exit and realized that the place was under a spatial lockdown.

"So, would anyone like to volunteer to go second?" Qing Na asked, looking at the masked man, Wang Ming, and Mui Ling with a tight smile as if urging them to go next with her eyes. No one stepped forward, as everyone was waiting to see who would go first.

After ten minutes had passed, Wang Ming stepped forward.

"Hah, sigh… I'll go second," Wang Ming said, and all eyes immediately fell on him.

"Hey, don't be impulsive! Let the others go first," Jiang Yao interjected hurriedly, not knowing how strong Wang Ming truly was, trying to prevent him from acting rashly.

"Little Brother, you're really brave! Why don't you kick her out and let me join your team? This big sister will pamper you lots," Qing Na said in a seductive, hypnotic voice, which caused every man—even the masked man—to glance at her with heated expressions. Some of the women also looked at her with desire.

'This woman is really troublesome,' the masked man thought with a frown as he used his spiritual energy to counter her charm.

"You…" Jiang Yao seethed when she saw Qing Na pointing at her, daring Wang Ming to kick her out of the team so that Qing Na could join.

Just as Wang Ming was about to walk toward the giant red stone slab, a new row of text appeared on it which made him half his movements.

It is noted that the team members are hesitant to step forward to attempt the trial, so a random order will be created for the teams to take part.

Everyone who read the message had their expressions change when they realized the next turn would be assigned randomly. A few became nervous. Wang Ming was slightly surprised but remained unbothered—going first or last didn't matter much to him.

Shing

Soon, everyone looked up to see a random number floating above their heads.

Please strike the Giant Red Tsien Slab according to the number you have above your head.

"Huh, I'm number 3," the masked man whispered, then looked at Mui Ling, who had the number 2 above her head.

"Damn, why am I number 1?" Qing Na cried out, then glared at Wang Ming, her face darkening. She wanted to cry but had no tears

"Huh, I'm number four," Wang Ming said, a bit surprised, then simply shrugged his shoulders.

Please proceed, number 1, within 3 minutes or you will be obliterated.

Qing Na's face turned pale with fright as she walked toward the red stone slab. Feeling a wave of despair, a new message appeared:

As team 1 has only one member, the score required to qualify is only 100,000.

Note: Killing team members to reduce numbers will result in disqualification.

"Huh?" Not only Qing Na, but the others also froze.

"Haha, I didn't expect this—I sure am lucky!" Qing Na burst out laughing, while the others, except Wang Ming, clicked their tongues in regret.

'Can I still get the score? I don't have many offensive attacks,' Qing Na thought, furrowing her brow. She remembered that most of her strength came from her special Physique, which allowed her to hypnotize others through her charm and make them work for her like mindless puppets in love. As she worried, a sudden idea came to her mind.

"Hey, do I need to attack using techniques, or can I use artifacts like life-saving treasures to strike?" Qing Na asked loudly, looking at the red slab. The others who heard her were startled, then their eyes lit up as they stared at the projection, waiting for an answer.

The use of treasures and artifacts is allowed, as it counts as the strength of an individual.

The line of text appeared on the projection, and everyone—especially Qing Na, who had been holding her breath—sighed in relief and her expression became ecstatic.

"Thanks, Heavens," Qing Na said, patting her ample chest as she looked the Red Stone Slab.

Then, through gritted teeth and very reluctantly, she brought out a spear.

"Huff," she took a deep breath and made a hurling gesture.

"Shattering Spear Strike!" she shouted loudly. Black light enveloped the spear completely as she threw it forward. As it flew toward the red slab, its aura continued to grow, and when the spear shattered mid-air, it was replaced by a spear of pure darkness.

Boom!

The spear struck the red slab and dispersed completely into thin air. Everyone watched the projection nervously, especially Qing Na, as the number began to change:

600,009

"Yes!" Qing Na flushed red with joy, while the others stared at the score with furrowed brows.

"No wonder I felt danger from it," Wang Ming muttered. He sensed a hint of danger—even though it would not kill or cause a fatal injury, anyone struck by it would not walk away unscathed.