Bang!!
Bang bang bang!!!
Violent blows slammed into the training dummy.
The Flexible Steel dummy, reinforced with special arrays, was beaten beyond recognition by Zhong Yi before exploding outright.
"Senior Brother Zhong is awesome!"
Mu Yawen praised him with a thumbs-up.
"Although Senior Brother's progress on the Path of Illusion hasn't been very smooth, it seems his physical cultivation has made a breakthrough!"
"Junior Brother Mu... what kind of mental state do you think Junior Brother Lu was in when he created this illusion?"
Zhong Yi asked blankly, his expression dazed.
Of the three of them, he had been tormented for the longest.
He often went out to gain experience and had seen many Secret Realms.
Though he was not proficient in the path of mechanisms, he was by no means inferior to ordinary cultivators.
He could say with full confidence—
Pick any random traps from If You're a Cultivator, Descend a Hundred Levels, and they would all be deadly things if placed in a Secret Realm.
The problem was—
He could encounter over a dozen such "things" in a single stage.
And none of them repeated!
Take the stage that had just made him snap, for example.
Who would have thought that after several rounds of apples being fired at him, the real test would be asking how many apples had appeared in total?
Fine, he understood the trick. He started over.
But in the second round, the slow-moving apples turned into ridiculously fast apples?
He died and restarted again. This time, he stared until his eyes watered and finally counted the apples clearly.
Then the next wave had red, yellow, and gray apples. He nearly risked his life counting how many red apples there were.
Only for it to suddenly ask—
How many yellow apples were there???
Even