The legendary warrior

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.

burst of power. Like a double-edged sword, it damaged him just as it

strength tests! But it cost

and wiped the blood from the corner of

place, seeing as the three strength tests were

Puff!

he received while taking the tests. Blood spurted

injured! He must have reached the third strength test. But looking at his condition, it's impossible to know if he

The surrounding warriors gathered on the shore whispered among each other,

pass the third strength test back then, and Ricky is obviously inferior to

cultivates the chaotic power, owns seven mutants, and used to be an incredible demi-spiritual emperor. He must be the most

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

of life to heal his wounds. After all,

an exceedingly potent healing

the character tests. I

to what was going to happen, as he was already eager to

found himself in a different place once again. A vast expanse of mountains and rivers filled his view, a truly lovely

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

had lost all his memories.

was his name, Ricky, and that he needed to walk forward. Aside

after I reach my destination,

Ricky thought to

It wasn't dangerously deep,

called out for Ricky when she spotted him, saying, "Boy! Come

she

heard this, he

right attitude when

thought, bewildered and a

impatient and shouted at him again, "What is wrong with you, young man?

She was right, though. He was indeed younger

went forward and carried the old lady on his back across the

woods that surrounded him felt

a house, and thoughts of warmth and comfort besieged him. Knocking lightly, he called out to the owner,