"How long do you think Lu Yu can hold on?"
Just as Lu Yu twisted the neck of Magnetic Thunder, in the lowest part of Naihe Island, within a fairly spacious room, the Controller stood in front of a huge metal pillar, speaking coldly.
He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his rock-like muscles gleamed powerfully under the sweat and lights, giving an impression of exceptional strength and wisdom at a glance.
Especially the massive metal pillar in front of him, which sparkled with a metallic sheen, and under the illumination, one could see the glistening of cold light and dense imprints of fists on its surface.
Clearly, such a metal pillar was used daily by the Controller as a sandbag for practice!
"No more than three days at most!"
Upon hearing the Controller's words, Ludwig took a step forward, his eyes filled with excitement as he looked at the Controller before him: "I've seen that device countless times, and never has anyone lasted three days without surrendering in it!"
