Fang Cheng gazed at the ancient bell, feeling the spiritual waves emanating from it.
He then slightly nodded, cooperatively lowering his head.
"Got it."
The young examiner held the helmet in both hands, placing it squarely on Fang Cheng's head.
Then he adeptly pressed the metal buckle, tightening the chin strap.
The icy touch of metal conducted downward along his scalp.
"Ready."
Chen Bingzhong picked up a hammer from the table, raising his wrist slightly, suspending it beside the bell.
Without waiting for Fang Cheng to respond, the hammer suddenly fell.
"Dong——"
A sound, not booming but exceptionally muffled, expanded within the enclosed room.
This sound defied all acoustic logic.
It was as if it didn't enter through the ears but penetrated the skull directly, exploding in the mind.
Fang Cheng felt sudden darkness before him, with the originally clear walls and lights around him beginning to warp and stretch violently.
