This kind of request really was quite rare.
A number of senior guest judges, an eager-to-be-hit human stake, and a better research atmosphere than this? It hardly existed.
Fu Qian marveled inwardly as the crack of the whip on Aiko's body joined the symphony.
The person involved was worrying over nothing. Once the test plan was clear, how could he possibly hold back?
His arm whipped back and forth, a long crimson streak flashing through the air. Aiko hadn't even had time to voice her first impressions before the lash snatched them away.
"Is it working?"
This guy really didn't hold back at all. He wasn't even worried about being retaliated against afterward.
His wanton display was so excessive that it even shocked the guests present.
By the time Tyrant's Fist had reached double-digit hits, Jining finally couldn't take it anymore. She interrupted him by insisting on hearing the test subject's impressions.
Fu Qian was quite happy to oblige, stopping almost instantly.
"It's... My mind's becoming unstable. It's different from an ordinary mental impact. It feels like my body is being injured."
At last given a chance to catch her breath, Aiko answered, her tone as complicated as the look she gave Fu Qian.
After all, she had a demigod's constitution. Without the barbed thorns, the whip caused almost negligible physical harm.
Yet her somewhat unfocused eyes showed that she wasn't making it up. The mental torment was far more intense.
"That's good."
Unfortunately, by then Fu Qian had already turned into an emotionless academic researcher, and this response earned his approval.
"Looks like I'll have to ask you to help with the next part, as we discussed."
The very next moment, he even turned and addressed Jining again.
The fact that Aiko could still manage such a complicated expression