Elyndros led him into the reinforced training hall and, without warning, slammed him onto the ground.
Despite the impact, Alex's physique, which now surpassed even Level 9 Martial Lords, made the floor feel like soft hay. He felt no pain, but he was a quick study in social cues; he grunted and winced, acting as if the blow had actually landed.
"Master, be gentle with your disciple. How can you be so harsh?" he complained, dusting off his clothes.
"Brat, I am going to put you through a very harsh training regime," Elyndros countered, his eyes burning with a stern intensity.
"Master, before that, I have a question," Alex asked, straightening up. "How many objects can you control at a single time?"
"Twenty-five," Elyndros replied proudly, crossing his arms.
"Were you always able to control twenty-five?"
