Chapter 95. It’s all this damned worlds fault.
Chapter 95: 95. It’s all this damned world’s fault.
Fang Zhou was walking up the Heavenly Ladder, and couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but he always felt like someone was spying on him.
It probably wasn’t an illusion, since after he had started climbing, other Trialists on the ladder would blatantly or cautiously steal glances at him.
He had long gotten used to being gawked at and eyed like he was a rare exhibit.
After setting his foot on the Heavenly Ladder, Fang Zhou finally realized the problem with this ladder—his attributes had been reduced by a third.
Strength, speed, and constitution all dropped by nearly 10, only his spiritual power stubbornly maintained itself, staying just as high as it should be.
No wonder those who stepped onto the Heavenly Ladder looked so bewildered, slowing down because their Physical Strength had been diminished by the ladder.
If the reduction was permanent, that would undoubtedly be a killer trap, but the Heavenly Sword Sect probably wouldn’t pull such a dumb stunt.
With their Physical Strength reduced, these Trialists were like a bunch of men with kidney deficiency and impotence—no, wait, that metaphor should apply to men.
In any case, all these women looked weak and drained as if their endocrine systems were out of whack. They weren’t very high up before they started panting and sweating profusely; some even sat down and couldn’t get back up.
Fang Zhou passed by them with a bit of schadenfreude in his heart, hmph, serves you right for thinking about men all the time and not training properly. Now you’ve learned your lesson.
He didn’t dare walk too fast himself, to avoid drawing attention, just taking his time, but at least maintaining a steady pace. Almost everyone had left him behind at first, but soon he had passed one Trialist after another.