Though thoughts churned in Zhilin's mind, he didn't stop what he was doing. He continued increasing the pressure of his Soul Power, climbing from level fifty upward.
Level fifty-two.
Level fifty-five.
Level fifty-eight.
Only when the Soul Power pressure reached level sixty did Xiao Qing's expression finally change in the slightest.
His body sank a little, the muscles in his legs tightened, and his breathing grew slightly deeper than before.
He felt the pressure, much like the pressure he felt when cultivating in the Gravity Training Room. An invisible force pressed against his body as if it were solid, seeping into his muscles and bones and making his blood flow sluggish.
But that was all!
Xiao Qing remained where he was. He didn't retreat, release his Martial Soul, or summon his Soul Power to resist.
He simply stood there, relying on the sheer strength of his body to withstand the level-sixty Soul Power pressure released by an eighty-one-level Soul Douluo.
Watching Xiao Qing's still-calm face, Zhilin nodded in admiration. He no longer felt any need to continue the test.
There was no point in increasing the Soul Power pressure further. He had already accomplished what he'd set out to do.
He slowly withdrew his Soul Power pressure, and the heavy oppression in the office faded with it.
Seeing this, the members of Shrek Academy secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They, too, had been wondering how many levels of Soul Power pressure Xiao Qing could endure.
Although the three of them had said the test results wouldn't affect their admission to Heaven Dou Royal Academy, the better the results, the more highly the academy would regard them.
Zhilin returned to his chair. There was no need for further testing; the result was already abundantly clear.
A young man at