It was already late at night; the Martial House disciples were cultivating in their apartments or sleeping, with only a few stragglers remaining on the streets. Sam walked as if he was half-flying and arrived at the strength testing room in record time.
No one was in the strength measuring room, only an older man who guarded the door with a small flickering lamp near him. He lay exhausted on a flimsy chair, looking a little tired.
Sam smiled and walked by him into the room. Inside was a row of stone pillars used to test the strength. They were all inactive; an average person wouldn't be out this late at night testing their strength.
On the other hand, Sam chose a stone pillar at random and stood steady in front of it. He closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and let the 'True Primal Chaos Formula' spin to its limit. Sam punched out of nowhere, and his initial strike resembled a shooting star as it landed on the stone pillar.
"Peng!"
