The aching pain radiating from both of Lam Minh's arms sobered him up considerably.
"At least I have an advantage in blood essence," Lam Minh thought to himself.
Mr. Quoc, watching through the display screen, remarked, "Haha, kid, you're quite surprised by the simulation's abilities, aren't you?"
After witnessing Lam Minh defeat the first one, he wasn't surprised at all.
Almost every cultivator with a technique could do this.
The crucial part was in the subsequent rounds, where the simulation machine would continuously simulate all the techniques the player had used to defeat it.
You would continue to win if you had a superior technique.
But then what? It would still be able to simulate it.
The people who defeated these simulations multiple times were mostly those whose combat methods were unpredictable, making it impossible for the simulation to keep up.
And Mr. Quoc had actually lied to Lam Minh about the real record. The current number one in the Body Tempering realm had a result of defeating the simulation 8 times.
He had given the number 7 only to teach Lam Minh a lesson that entering his house was not easy.
What he wanted to know was how much Lam Minh's blood essence would increase after the test, under the stimulation of continuous combat.
It was truly something to look forward to.
Back to Lam Minh.
Without waiting for things to get more complicated, Lam Minh moved quickly towards the simulation.
He threw a kick at the simulation's head. It immediately lowered its center of gravity and dodged Lam Minh's dangerous kick.
At the same time, one of its hands threw a punch towards his lower body.
Lam Minh was completely taken aback by its vicious punch.
He only had time to twist his body in mid-air, hoping to avoid the blow.
Thump!
The punch landed squarely on Lam Minh's butt as he was spinning in the air.
Lam Minh fell to the ground, clutching his rear. "You bastard, you have no martial virtue!"
Lam Minh shouted and somersaulted backward, creating distance.
"Hmph, this thing, its intelligence feels no less than a human's. How could someone beat it 19 times?" Lam Minh thought to himself.
This won't do. If I keep fighting like this, it'll spin me around like a top. I have to beat it one more time. I have to create a gap.
Lam Minh pondered.
A cunning smile appeared on his lips.
It was too much of a headache. He had overcomplicated this battle; he could solve it much more simply than he had calculated.
Lam Minh stood and observed, waiting.
Waiting for the simulation to make a move.
He didn't have to wait long. The simulation moved towards Lam Minh at an extremely fast speed.
Lam Minh's arm secretly channeled the Crippling Wind Fist.
The simulation got closer and closer.
In a flash, it was less than a meter away from Lam Minh.
A powerful kick was launched, aimed straight at Lam Minh's stomach.
Lam Minh slightly dodged to the left. The kick grazed past his stomach by a hair's breadth.
Lam Minh deliberately dodged this kick at the last possible moment to give the simulation the psychological impression that the kick would hit, and hit for sure.
But Lam Minh had held back from dodging it until the very last split second.
Only when the kick was a few centimeters from his stomach did he dodge.
The force from the kick tore Lam Minh's shirt.
The simulation also froze for a moment because its kick had missed.
Due to inertia, the simulation didn't have time to adjust for defense.
At that very moment, a punch that Lam Minh had been channeling for a long time was unleashed straight at the simulation's stomach.
Boom!
The simulation took a punch and was sent flying several meters away.
"Second," Lam Minh said silently.
[Ding! The host has gained +15 blood essence points to cultivation.]
After winning the last battle, Lam Minh's blood essence had absorbed another 15 points, bringing his current total to 411 points.
The gap between him and the simulation was now clear.
Mr. Quoc, watching through the screen, was also surprised by Lam Minh's recent tactic.
Dodging a kick at such a close range was truly dangerous. A miscalculation of even a millisecond could lead to an irreversible outcome: defeat.
"This kid is really reckless," he thought to himself.
Lam Minh was also sweating bullets.
His initial plan was to take a punch from the simulation and return one of his own.
A strategy of trading injuries. Killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of his own.
But he didn't expect the simulation to throw a kick instead of a punch.
The force from a kick was always powerful. If he had been hit by that last blow, it would surely have been a failure.
The simulation slowly stood up again, the number on its chest now changed to two.
Lam Minh shook his fist. Third time, come on!
And this time, Lam Minh won with the exact plan he had intended.
Trading injuries.
One punch for one punch.
With the difference in blood essence, he immediately sent the simulation flying.
In return, he took a punch to the chest.
"So painful," Lam Minh said, rubbing his chest.
[Ding! The host has gained +10 blood essence points to cultivation.]
Seeing his blood essence increase to 421 points, Lam Minh immediately forgot the pain in his chest.
"Alright, bring it on!" Lam Minh shouted.
And so, the more he fought, the more fired up he became.
The 4th time, the 5th, the 6th… the 17th time.
Mr. Quoc's calm demeanor had now turned to surprise.
He had never seen anyone fight the simulation with a "kill a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of his own" style like this.
And yet, this kid managed to do it continuously.
Even taking punches from the simulation repeatedly, which should have been extremely painful and made him give up.
Yet this Lam Minh guy became more and more enthusiastic the more he fought. As if fighting in this simulation machine wasn't a challenge for him.
But for him, it was a passion and a love.
He immediately pressed the button to stop the simulation.
It was truly too strange.
17 times, this number had never appeared before. He couldn't imagine how social media would explode if this number were to be leaked.
At first, he thought everything was reasonable.
But the further it went, the more unreasonable it became.
By the 17th round, Lam Minh had directly annihilated the simulation without needing to take a hit.
This guy was unreasonable.
Thinking of this, Mr. Quoc was startled. Could it be that this kid's blood essence is growing as he fights?
The door swung open, and Lam Minh slowly walked out of the simulation room.
He could probably laugh in his sleep now.
Because…
[Ding! The Attribute Picking System is happy to serve the host!]
[Name: Lam Minh]
[Age: 16]
[Cultivation: Mortal (603/1000 Blood Essence)]
[Spiritual Root: Hoang-Grade Spiritual Root (0/100,000 Spiritual Root Points)]
[Techniques: Crippling Wind Fist (Initiate) 20/1000 points, Wind Walking (Initiate) 153/900 points]
[Lucky Spin (Break through to the 9th layer of Body Tempering to spin again)]
Hahaha, just one combat simulation, and his blood essence went from 386 to 603. Who else could have this kind of cultivation speed?
The proficiency of both his techniques had also increased.
What a massive gain.
Lam Minh looked at Mr. Quoc now, his eyes filled with a bit of affection.
"Uncle, why did you end the simulation? There were only two more rounds until I broke the world record," Lam Minh said with a sincere tone, not thinking much of it.
When Mr. Quoc heard Lam Minh's question, he was startled, but with his Nascent Soul realm cultivation, he told himself he couldn't lose face in front of a junior.
Was he supposed to say, You've already surpassed the world record?
Right now, the video recording of his entire simulation process was still saved in the machine.
He didn't even dare to imagine what would happen if Lam Minh's video got out.
The more he thought, the more he wanted to confirm Lam Minh's current blood essence.
"Alright, go to the spot where my disciples are and regulate your breathing. In thirty minutes, I'll take you to check your body index again," Mr. Quoc cleared his throat a few times and then ordered Lam Minh to go regulate his breathing.
"Yes, master!" Lam Minh replied cheerfully.
"It's still early, kid. You have two more tests," Mr. Quoc replied.
…
Lam Minh moved to a spot that he was guided to, a place for meditative cultivation, and sat down.
It was designed like a Buddhist meditation cushion.
Lam Minh sat in meditation to calm his mind.
But his mind couldn't be calm right now.
Seeing his senior brothers and sisters sitting in cultivation with white bubbles continuously dropping from them, how could he bear it?
The number of students currently cultivating with their eyes closed had increased to eight since Lam Minh first entered.
These eight people were lined up in a row, cultivating.
A lot of white attribute bubbles were dropping from them.
Lam Minh couldn't hold back any longer.
He stood up and slowly moved.
"I'm just taking a walk. You all continue your cultivation," Lam Minh thought to himself and began to move.
Step by slow step.
He was afraid that if he made a noise, these cultivators would discover what he was doing.
He really didn't want to face a group of cultivators asking him, "You, what are you doing???"
If that really happened, it would be so awkward.
Lam Minh moved to the person closest to him.
A girl of about 18 was meditating with her eyes closed.
Her face was also top-tier; if rated on beauty, she would be about a 9/10 by Lam Minh's standards.
Only her chest was a bit flat, dropping her to an 8/10.
Mmm, just a notch below his To Quyen.
Lam Minh looked at the bubble with extreme craving. If anyone saw him now, they would surely see drool pooling at the corner of his mouth.
And he bent down, his hand touching the first white bubble of his life.
[Ding! The host has gained +10 spiritual root attribute points.]
Ah! Lam Minh couldn't help but exclaim.
It was spiritual root points, the very thing he had been searching for all this time.
So it was dropped when others used it to cultivate.
But why didn't people cultivating blood essence drop spiritual root attributes?
Lam Minh didn't know, but according to the system's logic, the spiritual root extracting blood essence was only a part of its function. The spiritual root absorbing spiritual energy was its main function, which made it operate at full capacity.
And only in a state of meditation and absorbing spiritual energy could spiritual root attributes be generated.
Just then, while he was still celebrating finding the spiritual root attribute, a voice rang out.
"You, what are you doing???" The girl who was meditating with her eyes closed slowly opened them when she heard Lam Minh's exclamation.