Born Almighty Warrior novel Chapter 162

A deep rumble echoed throughout the area once again as the iron pagoda's announcement bellowed, "This is the end of the test for this round. Next, you are going to enter a passage for the succeeding challenge. The one who survives this will be the champion; however, if you all were to die here, it will merely be considered as your fated end.

There will no longer be any room left for regret as you go further along, so do your best to pass this test! I wish all of you good luck on your journey."

At the last word marking the start of another trial, the environment drastically changed around Ricky, his body shaking in time with the tremors of the earth relocating him to another space. Bright light cast on his figure as he arrived. He appraised the space filled with suffocating, scalding flames, and had come to a conclusion that it was the same as the former contest. The only difference spotted within its perimeters was the mentioned huge passage in the middle of the arena.

Ricky gazed deep into the abyss of the crossing. Even with the great distance between him and its entrance, he felt the aggressiveness of the burning fire originating from its inside.

"So, this is the last test?" murmured Ricky, looking around in curiosity.

A sudden surge of foreign feelings permeated his heart and made him lose his focus on the task ahead of him. Befuddled, he pondered over the strangeness he sensed in his gut. He had felt that the pagoda behaved weirdly, and sent off signals that intentionally guided them to pass the test deliberately.

He cocked an eyebrow in contemplation; there seemed to be some hidden trick behind its directing.

'Did I become paranoid because of what Andrew had done to me?'

The thought sprang up in passing as he analyzed his current circumstances. He had no idea why his instincts rang warning bells in his head, leading him to think that the iron pagoda may be conspiring something with their ploy of letting them clear the obstacle.

It did not help that what Andrew had done before instilled him with fear and alarm. After all, he was also a mortal who was also afraid of facing death.

Nonetheless, he overlooked his speculations, knowing that there was nothing he could even possibly do to verify any elaborate traps the pagoda might have set up.

"What should I do now... Is there any way out?" he muttered in a low voice, eyes narrowing in regard to the dangers waiting ahead of him.

After a minute of harsh deliberation, he shook his head in frustration. "Well, forget it! I'll just concentrate on passing!" he exclaimed. Gathering his bearings, he closed his eyes to adjust his breathing before taking action. A squinted gaze matched the cautious footsteps he took towards the massive transit. He did not let his worries hinder the bravery and courage he wielded like a weapon, because at the end of the day, he was still a man who refused to remain idle in the face of crisis, no matter what sort of predicament he was forced in. Especially now, when he was left with no choice but to follow through the examination. There was no way he would give up so easily during such a crucial period. He came here to win the Beast Fire, and so he had to have the steel strength of determination to stand victorious at the end, just as what he had only always settled for.

Ricky did not catch any glimpses of what lay beneath the path until he had reached the entryway. He gaped in awe at the marvelous nine stairs in front of him that reached to unforeseeable heights.

Flames licked at each step, casting an eerie, orange glow around the space. Somehow, he felt that the energy of these blazes increased the further one trekked upwards. He would undoubtedly endure great pain brought by the scorching flares as he continued his travel to the top.

"Walk up the steps to refine your body with the fire. If you succeed, you will be declared the winner!"

The authoritative voice of the pagoda resonated in Ricky's ears once more.

"Pass those stairs, right?"

he repeated, resuming his calm and calculating demeanor. He could feel the underlying threat from the merciless, dancing flames, and believed that if he were to veer his attention away for even a second, he would end up being burnt to ashes.

The element was not a physical one; they were more akin to the representation of glowing energy, so even if he used the power of the Chaotic Fire Zone, it would not aide him a lot.

Nevertheless, there was no backing out now.

Ricky took off his clothes and put it in his storage bag before clenching his teeth around the sack's rope. He stood there, naked in all his glory, in preparation for his perilous journey forward.

The garment he had stacked away was the only item he had with him now. If he had gone through the fire dressed, it would have been incinerated into nothing. The scenario would likely leave him bare once he had conquered the stairs, and the sight would certainly cause extreme awkwardness for both him and the others who would see him in such a state.

He approached the first step, his foot landing on the blistering heat just as he activated the Nine-degree Body Refining Formula to the Second Degree.

It kept his body strong and sturdy, but the glowing flame energy still managed to seep in his blood and flesh with its relentless attacks on every pore of his skin. He gritted his teeth, the rope muffling his grunts of pain that resulted from the chaotic and fiery rage churning inside him. The grueling process of refinement had now commenced.

Luckily, the power of his body helped him resist bearing the full burden of the searing pain. He adapted in time, and before long, he had already passed the first step.

He struggled more as he went up, slipping more than once and catching himself just before he plummeted down. He suffered going through the same procedure again and again until he landed on the sixth stair. By now, he had activated the peak status of the Fourth Degree. A great and enormous feat, that did not come without consequences. He lurched, hands gripping his knees when he was ambushed with an excruciating pain that was almost enough to render him immobile.

"Three! Only three stairs left,"

his strained voice shouted. He stared at the rest of the hurdles with a firm gaze, paying no heed to his panting breaths and his sinews screaming in exhaustion. Taking in a deep breath to stabilize himself, he advanced to the next. He howled, clenching his fists in agony at the fierceness of the torment he was in. What had previously only struck his flesh, now seeped into the marrows of his bones. It devoured every inch of him, birthing him anew from the torture it enforced on his form.

Without hesitation, Ricky decided to use the Fifth Degree of the Nine-degree Body Refining Formula in order to counter the anguish he was experiencing.

Nonetheless, his body still took on the force of the ruthless energy. It was borderline nauseating how it appeared to rack his being with endless tremors of pain, but he had long recognized that it was a common requirement during refinement. He should know best, seeing as he had formerly gone through it countless of times.