REINCARNATION OF THE STRONGEST WAR HERO-Chapter 328: Killing Intent

Inside Logan’s mind, the battle raged on. With every slash of his sword, enemies continued to collapse onto the ground. Bodies fell one after another.

But there was no sign of their numbers decreasing.

Instead... they were increasing.

Logan could feel it clearly. Slowly but surely, his energy was draining. His breathing grew ragged, uneven. His limbs felt heavier with each passing second.

"If this continues, I’ll definitely die... and fail the trial." Muttering to himself, Logan bent his upper body backward, narrowly dodging a sword slash that swept past his throat. In the same motion, he twisted his waist and drove a powerful kick into his opponent’s guard. The opponent flew back like a kite without a string.

Logan had barely regained his footing when multiple spell blasts slammed into his back.

Boom!

The force hurled him forward. But even while being thrown through the air, Logan didn’t stop. His blade flashed repeatedly, cutting down the enemies that rushed into his path.

"Damn it... It’s endless!"

He fell. He stood back up. He fought. He fell again.

No matter how many enemies he cut down, their numbers didn’t diminish. More and more figures kept charging at him relentlessly, only to plummet to the ground beneath his merciless strikes.

Uncertainty was lurking in those shadows. How long could he maintain that momentum?

Outside his mindscape...

"He’s good. I mean his techniques," the white-haired man remarked calmly while observing Logan’s body seated in lotus position. "Those sword movements and magic attacks... They are very precise and efficient."

"Yes," the female voice responded from within. "But it’s useless unless he understands the true purpose of this trial."

The woman’s tone turned thoughtful. "In his previous life, everything was chaos — betrayal, oppression, rage. That emotional turmoil helped him pass the trial with ease back then. Though it took a long time, he still did it." She paused a little before continuing.

"Cultivation doesn’t matter in the long run. With enough time and resources, anyone can break through to a certain level. Skills don’t matter either. With sufficient training, anyone can master techniques."

"True." The white-haired man said.

"What truly matters is personality. Individual uniqueness. One’s own Dao path. That is what determines how far someone can go in their lifetime." Her voice deepened slightly.

"And that... is the purpose of this trial. He must find himself. Understand what he desires to do with power. How he wishes to wield it. Only then can he refine his own unique killing intent, cultivate it, and pass this stage. Killing intent is the foundation of the First Level of Dragon Awakening."

The white-haired man sighed faintly. "I know all that. But how will he realize it this time? Both his lives have been relatively smooth so far this time. Don’t you think that’s a bit unfair?"

"Zola... is that really you?" The female voice sounded amused. "Since when did you start caring about him? I thought you didn’t like him at all."

"Who said I like him?" Zola replied flatly. "I’m merely talking about fairness."

Meanwhile, Chianxu stood frozen in place.

She didn’t dare move even a single inch. ’Who is he talking to?’ she wondered nervously.

Chianxu could only hear Zola’s voice. The female voice was completely inaudible to her.

And that made it all the more unsettling.

She had no idea who, or what, Zola was speaking with.

"M... Mister... Please don’t misunderstand me for asking, but can you tell me what’s happening to Logan? My family is in danger. Only he can help us... If he isn’t done with whatever he is doing soon, everyone will die."

Her voice trembled. Tears shimmered in her eyes. At last, the thought of her endangered family gave her the courage she had been lacking.

Zola turned his gaze toward her briefly, then back at Logan.

"Don’t worry. He will return soon," he said calmly before resuming his silent observation.

Time ticked by. Five minutes passed. Zola’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"It’s already been two days. At this rate, he’ll fail the test. Is that really what you want?" he said again, his voice carrying a faint edge.

Time flowed differently within Logan’s subconscious. In the real world, only ten minutes had passed. But inside his mind... Logan had been fighting for two full days.

His clothes were torn to shreds. His body was covered in blood — some his own, some not. His breathing was ragged, his movements slower than before.

The enemies were advancing faster now. Closing in. Relentless.

The female voice within Zola remained silent for a moment, watching the trial unfold. Then it echoed in his ears once more. "I do not want him to fail. But I cannot help him now. It would violate the Laws of Heaven. Though the essence belongs to me, once the trial has begun, no outside interference is permitted." Her tone carried faint helplessness. "Whether he passes or not depends entirely on him. I cannot alter the difficulty. Nor can I guide him."

Zola’s eyes sharpened slightly. "To help him, you don’t need to change the difficulty. Nor do you need to give him instructions."

The corner of his lips lifted faintly. "You said it yourself — only when he realizes his Dao path... only when he understands his true self... can he cultivate his own killing intent." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He paused deliberately. "Then make him fight for what he truly believes in."

A brief silence followed.

"What do you mean?" the female voice asked.

Zola did not answer directly. "What does he care about most in this life?" he countered calmly. "Is it revenge? The peak of power? Or... something else?"

Silence.

The female voice did not respond immediately. But then...

Something clicked in her mind. "I understand now."

Inside his mindscape, Logan continued fighting.

The distance between him and the enemies kept shrinking. Their attacks grew heavier, deadlier. Waves of killing intent pressed down on him from all sides.

He could barely react. Barely breathe.

Barely think.

And then...

Amidst the chaos.

Suddenly...

"No...! Don’t kill me! Help!"

A desperate scream tore through the void.