As soon as I heard this man say it, I immediately felt that the equipment in front of me was just like the boxing machine in that game hall.

It seems that they want to know my physical fitness stats, but I also have my own ideas, and I can't reveal my true strength anyway. So I'm going to have some reservations, and the so-called substandard estimation is just used to bluff people. I stood in front of the instrument and moved my body a little, after all, I had been lying in the hospital for a while, and I didn't feel comfortable experiencing my physical fitness.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and my mood suddenly changed, and I only felt that the forces flowing in my body were becoming alive with my breathing, as if I could mobilize them at any time.

I stared at the pad in front of me, and there was only one target in my eyes. I raised my arm, my right hand was already clenched into a fist, I won't use all my strength, but I still have to show it, otherwise if I disappoint them too much, I guess they will be less interested in using me.

I don't mean to let them take advantage of me, but as things stand, it's better for them to pay a little attention to me.

Thinking of this, I am also ready for this punch with spare strength. I took a tight breath, my chest seemed to be filled with strength, and as soon as my heart moved, the muscles in my arms instantly collapsed, and I felt as if I had entered a strange realm, which was a wonderful feeling.

In an instant, I twisted my waist, and the upper right punch hit the pad directly, and I used about seventy percent of my strength for this punch, but in fact, it was a little uncomfortable to not have to restrain myself with all my strength. The pad was very soft, and my fist was directly into the pad, but my punch still made my fist feel a little sore, maybe my body has not recovered yet, and I have no concept of time here.

Suddenly, a dripping sound came from the instrument in front of me, and it sounded like a warning. This frightened me, and I quickly retracted my fist and took two steps back, distancing myself from the warning sound.

"One more punch!" the male voice in the room seemed to have a hint of disbelief in his tone.

I frowned and stepped forward again, the instrument in front of me was still emitting a warning sound, and in accordance with the state of mind just now, I mobilized the strength of my body and used seventy percent of my strength to hit the pad board that was already a little deflated again.

This time, the pad was directly hit by me, and at the same time, the warning sound of the instrument also stopped suddenly, like a person who had just been choked in the middle of a song.

I was puzzled and withdrew my fist, not knowing what kind of play I was singing this time. Could it be that I used too much force? Looking at the disfigured pad in front of me, I couldn't help but be a little suspicious.

There was no man's voice in the room, and now I had to stand facing the instrument.

There must be surveillance in this, and while the situation seems to be a little dazed now, I also carefully observed the room I was in.

The room, as I had seen at first, was a little small, with two white lights hanging overhead, but the light source seemed to be in the wall. There is not a single crack in the surrounding walls, as if it were closed.

After looking around for a week, I didn't see anything suspicious, and the camera I was thinking wasn't in any corner of the room.

Then the man's voice came from the room.

"Good.... Okay, ready for the next test. Somehow, the man suddenly stammered a little as he spoke.

But I don't want to ask, so I'd better do what he says. I walked to the instrument again, only to see that the pad had been removed, and the feet had become treadmill-like tracks at some point.

"Standing on the treadmill, we need your speed test. ”

I stepped forward and stood on the tracks, which seemed to move, and I had to walk at the speed of the tracks.

But the speed of the track only made me trot slightly, I tried to start to speed up the pace of my feet, and the tracks seemed to keep up with my speed, and it seemed that as long as I picked up the speed, the tracks under my feet would follow my speed.

Knowing the principle of this track, I increased my speed, and the muscles in my legs continued to contract with my speed, and for a moment I only felt as if I was flying, but I didn't run at full speed, but I still kept an eye on it.

As my speed increased, so did the tracks under my feet.

I adjusted my breathing and didn't overexert myself, and controlling my breathing while exercising was a technical task. You have to let your breathing keep up with the rhythm of your exercise, so that you can be happy and the effect of exercise will be improved, which is actually a health care study, so my master also taught me some.

I had been running on the track for about three minutes before the male voice stopped me, as if they had finished testing my speed.

I stepped off the tracks, slowly adjusting my slightly scrambled breathing, and gradually withdrawing myself from the motion.

"Alright, we've tested your strength and speed, and we're going to test your reflexes, and I'll say yes, it could be life-threatening for you in the next reaction test, so it's also permissible to use the power of the Mourning Elixir. We can't save you in the first place, so please be prepared. ”

Sure enough, they were more interested in the mourning angel potion on me, and they actually asked me to use the amplification power of the potion, and the next so-called reaction ability test was really that difficult?

"If you use the power of the Mourning Elixir, we have a way to help you transition through the weakening period, and only if you are not mortally injured, we will also make you fully recovered, so don't be burdened. The male voice reminded me at the right time.

At this time, the instrument in front of me suddenly and slowly descended, as if it was about to return to its original place, that is, under the floor. I took the opportunity to look at the underground space, and with the help of the lighting, I could only see the general outline, as if there was only a space open up below it that was only the size of the instrument, and if I went down, there would be no way out.

The instrument slowly returned to the floor as it was sewn back on, as if it had never come out before.

"Ready, it'll be a weapon to attack you directly from all sides of the room. ”

I listened to the male voice and retreated to the middle of the room, so that I could have space if I could hide later.

Suddenly, I only heard a click on the wall behind me, and I quickly looked back, only to see a small hole in the wall behind me, and a trace of cold light was also exposed.

I saw a shadow fly out of the small hole, I felt a threat from the weapon, and there was also a dangerous aura from behind, and I instantly turned sideways.

The moment I dodged, I also saw clearly what the weapon that attacked me was, it turned out to be a dart, but the dart was very sharp, if it was hit, I would have to make a hole in my body to see the force.

It's really dangerous, if it weren't for my reflexes because of the transformation of the Mourning Elixir, I would have fallen to the ground with my wounds covered. These people are ruthless enough, is this to stimulate my potential in the crisis, so that I can measure more realistic data? Thinking of this, I suddenly feel that this seems to be no different from the Spark Base, a bit of a sense of collusion.

It's all a commodity, it seems that the organization behind the lone wolf doesn't care about my life or death, as long as I get enough data from me, I'm useless.