December 1st.
Near six in the evening, Jiang Fang brought Ning Ze to the ninth floor of the Nine-Story Building.
Ning Ze followed behind her. He had already visited the Trial Room and Challenge Room; only this final Gravity Chamber remained unexplored.
Along the way, every member they encountered gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. Once they had accepted Ning Ze's terrifying strength, they also understood the gap between them.
Though they were all trainees, they were simply not on the same level. Even though Ning Ze had yet to graduate, they treated him with a degree of respect.
They arrived at the final Gravity Chamber.
Ning Ze looked around curiously. The entire room was square, and both the floor and walls seemed to be made of alloy. The color looked like a mixture of black and yellow, bright and faintly luminous, giving the whole place a peculiar feeling.
Before long, Ning Ze's gaze fixed on a fist mark. The indentation was five millimeters deep and not particularly conspicuous. "Who left that fist mark? The Hall Master?"
Jiang Fang's eyes gleamed with a trace of admiration. "That's right! Only the Hall Master can leave a mark in the Gravity Chamber. No one else can do it."
"The Gravity Chamber ranges from 1 to 1,000 times gravity! Your physical fitness is close to that of a Mid-level War God, so you should be able to withstand several hundred times gravity. Today, I'll let you get used to it first. Once I turn it on, I'll slowly raise it to fifty times."
"One thousand times!"
Ning Ze was deeply shaken. He did not look particularly heavy, but a martial artist's Gene Evolution increased muscle density, bone density, and even cell weight. He weighed over eighty-five kilograms, so at one thousand times gravity,