Two days later.
December 26th.
Ice Sword Daoist School.
In the massive environment simulation room.
The cold wind howled, snowflakes fell heavily.
In front of a light blue ice mountain towering fifteen meters high, a silver-haired girl wearing a red and black tactical suit took a deep breath, clenched her fists once more, then leaned back slightly, and the two red tendrils on her head twitched, starting to gather strength.
The girl had an excellent figure; though her chest appeared exceptionally full, the taut waistline ready to strike was as slender and graceful as a full moon bowstring, hiding a core explosive power unimaginable to ordinary people. Her right fist faintly glowed with a not-so-bright crimson light, seemingly intentionally limiting the amount of Ether infused.
It was clear to see in front of the girl, that ice mountain bore numerous dents and obvious melting marks caused by impacts, but none could penetrate through.
