#922 - Love the Extreme Ring Tower

Quan Li was worried that Quan Yi, who was strict with himself, would use the same strict tests on these children.

Quan Yi sighed helplessly and replied, "Grandpa, I'm not a demon. Don't worry, the difficulty of the tests is adjusted according to the strength of the test takers.

Moreover, the difficulty will gradually increase. If they can't persist, the test will automatically stop.

Also, the room is equipped with a special treatment function, which not only allows them to undergo various tests in the best condition,

but also prevents accidents from happening."

Quan Yi didn't explain the specific situation, but he could still talk about the content of the test itself.

Quan Yue listened quietly to the explanation, feeling inexplicably strange in his heart.

"Treatment function, is this room really just a test room?"

This insightful remark attracted everyone's attention.

Quan Yue stared at Quan Yi, revealing an inquiring look.

"Hehe, I can't hide it from Father's eyes.

I spent so much effort to build such a tall tower, not just to provide a place for people to absorb soul rings.

Testing for a soul ring that suits oneself sounds simple, but it is extremely difficult to do.

First of all, most people don't have a clear understanding of themselves. Even the most important martial soul, how deeply can they study it themselves?

Not to mention complex numerical calculations such as physical fitness and soul power endurance limits.

The main purpose of setting up this tower is actually to give the test takers a chance to correctly understand themselves."

Quan Yi raised his head and looked at the golden floors above. Inside, about a hundred test takers were undergoing a process similar to that of Quan Lin and Quan Ming.

But unlike what he expected, this testing process would be more arduous and longer than imagined.

Unknowingly, Quan Lin had been running for more than an hour. He was already covered in sweat and his face was full of fatigue.

This test called 'Long Run' has no set finish line or required pace and distance.

The treadmill under his feet also immediately converted to pure manual drive after a period of time at the beginning.

If he wants to stop, the treadmill will also stop automatically.

However, he is very clear in his heart that if he stops, it means the end of the test, and his limit data may be recorded in the background at a lower level, which is in Quan Yi's mind.

Whether it is to obtain a better soul ring later, or to perform better in front of Quan Yi, he cannot stop.

At this time, he no longer cares about other tests later.

Since he wants to do it, he must do it to the best of his ability.

Of course, only a few people have this idea. Most people give up the test on their own before they feel their own limit.

But at the moment of giving up, the relevant test ends, and a ball of emerald green light emerges in the room, enveloping the test taker.

The fatigue brought by the test, the consumption of soul power, and even the most difficult to recover mental state are restored to the same state as before the test.

At this moment, everyone truly understood how amazing the abilities attached to this tower and this room were.

Some smart people suddenly regretted giving up the test early.

If they had known this in advance, they would definitely not have any scruples.

However, to their delight, although the records of the relevant tests are engraved on the operating table, the options can be selected repeatedly.

Feeling the kindness from Quan Yi, everyone, with a grateful heart, chose the original options again.

Filled with joy, those who gave up early threw themselves into the limit test without any worries.

This time, many people rightfully broke their original records, but when their original records were broken, they found that the feeling of fatigue was emerging in double facing the endless limit test.

The comfort of breaking the original record was constantly dragging down their desire to persist.

Quan Yi's test is definitely not as simple as it looks.

Although the exhausted spirit and body can be repaired, the consumed morale is difficult to recover.

Having already experienced a test on the verge of the limit once, testing again in a short period of time will definitely be very different from the first time.

It can be said with certainty that those who give up the first test opportunity will find it more difficult to detect and approach their own limits.

The road that looks comfortable will be more distant.

The road that looks difficult will sometimes become an unexpected shortcut.

This is the hidden rule of the Soul Ring Tower.

Faced with a test that could force his own limits, Quan Ming was unwilling to admit defeat.

Because of this, he persisted to the tenth one.

"Is ten my limit?"

Quan Ming asked himself in his heart with a pale face.

He didn't even have the strength to dodge. He didn't have enough resistance to the next attack.

"Should I give up?"

Quan Ming bit his lip, struggling hard. The launch time of the next attack was approaching, but the word 'admit defeat' hovered on his lips, unable to come out for a long time.

He gasped heavily, and his teeth even bit through his lips, and bright blood dripped onto the ground along the corners of his mouth.

Those cold, icy eyes were now filled with a strong arrogance.

Quan Ming gasped, his body's instinct forcibly preventing him from saying the word 'give up'.

People can only truly understand their true selves when they are pushed to the limit.

Having been stripped of all external things, Quan Ming's true inner essence may be the current state.

"No!"

Quan Ming struggled to raise his trembling arms, crossing the hard hand armor and stacking it in front of his chest.

He planned to use his martial soul and flesh to block the eleventh attack.

A crazy smile appeared on the corner of Quan Ming's mouth. He couldn't express his feelings at the moment in words, but his firm gaze exposed his will.

Even if he was defeated, he was unwilling to admit defeat.

At this time, the interval between attacks ended, and the eleventh attack shot out as scheduled from the dark hole.

The cannonball-like iron ball directly hit the crossed arms.

The violent metallic sound easily knocked away the weak defense, and Quan Ming's body inevitably flew backwards.

The martial soul dissipated, and Quan Ming's chest was dented by the iron ball. At this time, he completely fainted.

However, this was exactly the scene Quan Ming had hoped for in his heart.