"If I use my full strength, I should be able to leave a seven-inch-deep Fist Seal," Xu Yang said as he slowly retracted his fist.
He reached this conclusion based on the rebound force of the spirit stele. This was only using eighty percent of his strength; if he disregarded the risk of bodily injury, he could likely leave an even deeper mark.
Half an hour later, the testing concluded for everyone. Of the original seven hundred or so people, fewer than five hundred remained. Those who had spent spirit coins to hire helpers for the ascent saw very few among them pass; for most, their money had simply gone down the drain.
"Head down the mountain. Bring your jade tokens and return here tomorrow."
By now, the sky was growing dark, and Chu Nanguai did not proceed with the next trial. Everyone descended from the mountain peak.
Yue Zhong and Bai Shaoling strode over with Zhang Hanzhou and Jiang Yan in tow.
