"..."
Silence.
A deathly silence.
Ten minutes after the ability test began, every staff member in the control room had fallen silent, unable to utter another word.
The reason was simple.
It was solely because of Fang Li's performance.
"...What the hell is that thing?"
Even Kihara Gouta furrowed his brow as he stared through the glass window at the testing ground below, lost in thought.
There, Fang Li stood casually in place, a dagger in one hand and the other tucked into his pocket.
All around him, various things lay scattered across the floor.
There were iron blocks, steel bars, metal, equipment—almost every kind of object imaginable. There were even ferocious beasts such as jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards.
But the steel bars and iron blocks had been sliced in half, the metal equipment had been shattered, and the jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards had been dismembered. Reeking chunks of flesh and internal organs were strewn everywhere, staining the white ground with glaring patches of crimson.
Without a doubt, all of it was Fang Li's handiwork.
It was precisely because of this handiwork that the staff had collectively fallen silent, while Kihara Gouta frowned.
"Is there really an ability like that in this world?"
Ever since earlier, no matter how many things Kihara Gouta ordered his subordinates to send in, Fang Li had effortlessly destroyed them as though cutting paper, reducing everything to scrap.
At first glance, it seemed like nothing more than pure destruction.
But the problem was that none of that destruction had caused much of a phenomenon.
No matter how sturdy an object was, Fang Li only needed to give it a light slash for it to break apart.
No matter how thick-skinned a beast was, Fang Li only needed to swing his weapon for it