But as startling as it was, the journey had to continue, and Kexiao quickly resumed his steps toward the seventh layer.

It was evident that the design of the Gravity Room was very logical. Every three floors, the steps were extended by a certain distance, which was currently the most scientific method of design. In other words, if you could withstand five times the standard gravity, then six or seven times would be essentially the same. However, recklessly entering eight times the standard gravity, which is the basic adaptive gravity for astronauts, the human body might not initially feel any adverse reactions. By the time you dare to face it, it might already be too late.

Therefore, to effectively assess the true average gravity endurance of the human body, this Rank 3 step-like construction was the most common.

Upon reaching the top, Kexiao saw two Flame Soldiers on the seventh layer. They were breathing heavily with fierce expressions as if someone owed them a fortune, but Kexiao knew well that this was a sign of enduring internal and external pressures, meaning that these two were currently at their limits. Any careless fall or other major movement could have dangerous consequences.

The gaze the two soldiers had upon seeing Kexiao was filled with surprise and suspicion, and their looks managed to startle Kexiao himself. What do they want? He patted his butt and proceeded to the eighth layer.

My god, what an approach! To arrive at the base layer without even panting, strolling as if he were walking leisurely in a backyard garden—how ruthless is that? Perhaps even the 100,000-strong Flame Army would have trouble finding a few like him.

Under normal circumstances, a mobile soldier might experience several to dozens of times the gravity during combat, but that's only for an instant. Even for them, withstanding ten or twenty times the gravity instantly is doable. But continuous endurance is different. This tests not only physical prowess but also the struggle of will, as well as the compatibility between muscle and bone. If the heart can't take it, one could very well be dead. Yet, this person had walked nonchalantly from the sixth to the seventh layer, even proceeding to the eighth without any pause, calm and undisturbed—it was truly impressive!

With a hint of expectancy, Kexiao hoped to find someone interesting on the eighth layer, yet there was no one. It seemed the average quality of the Flame Army had already reached its limit, after all, for an ordinary person this was indeed hard to achieve. Their level could even catch up to the basic standards for Red Cloak pilots, and it's truly undeniable to commend them for that.

In the blink of an eye, Kexiao reached the ninth layer, then the tenth, eleventh...

But as he stepped into the twelfth layer, he suddenly sensed a presence. There was someone on the twelfth layer—could it be Feng Yi? No, Feng Yi was much stronger than this presence, but this still surprised him.

Kexiao glanced back and saw a person calmly reading a book, with an even breath and no sign of heavy pressure. His face was determined, his eyes deep. However, upon seeing Kexiao, a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes...

It was incomprehensible. How could this seemingly gentle and refined young man have made it to the twelfth layer?

Kexiao too was momentarily startled, then smiled and nodded at Hugo. If it was the once-super soldier Hugo, he wouldn't be surprised to see him unphased at this level.

Hugo also nodded back at Kexiao, expressionless, his rock-solid heart calculating who this person might be.

Kexiao clearly didn't want to linger any longer, continuing his somewhat heavy steps toward the thirteenth layer, the fourteenth, the eighteenth, the twentieth...

Eventually, even his gradually slowing steps came to a halt on the twenty-third layer of the Gravity Room. An old acquaintance he had never met before slowly came into view—this person was Feng Yi. Although Feng Yi seemed calm, it was evident that there was some condition with his body as he clutched at his chest.

Could twenty-three times be the limit for Feng Yi? Kexiao shook his head; twenty-three times shouldn't be difficult for this guy, let alone thirty-three... But why did he stop at twenty-three times?

After eye confirmation and anticipating the right person, Feng Yi had clearly noticed Kexiao as well.

In fact, the moment Kexiao was about to reach the twenty-third layer, he faintly felt a very powerful aura approaching, and upon discovering Kexiao, when he saw the newcomer, his calm gaze did not waver, yet a handgun was spinning whimsically in his hand...

Kexiao shrugged slightly, "I'm not here to fight."

Feng Yi slowly withdrew his weapon...

Heh, it seems he completely considered me an enemy. Not only that, Kexiao noticed that even in his Rafael disguise, he hadn't changed clothes at all. It was really hard to figure out Feng Yi's thought process, but this was precisely what Kexiao found interesting about him. Unhindered by material things, untroubled by heart, undisturbed by others—such naturalness was something even Kexiao found himself in awe of.

Both their actions paused simultaneously.

However, judging from Feng Yi's action of holding his chest with one hand, Kexiao guessed something. No wonder during their last fight he didn't feel the full pressure that Shadow Rider should've brought. Kexiao said, "So your body has had problems for a long time."

Feng Yi nodded, "What are you doing here?"

"Me? You know who I am?"

"Kexiao," Feng Yi replied without hesitation.

To be able to recognize him—since both had never seen each other, especially Kexiao in disguise—was remarkable. Kexiao asked Feng Yi in return, "And how did you recognize me?"

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