Chapter 29 I'm Hungry

On the training ground, Crown felt his legs getting heavier and heavier, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

My eyes went dark, my chest felt like it was on fire, my throat felt like a pot of boiling water, and smoke kept coming out. My whole body was soaked in sweat, and the sandalwood rubbed against my skin, causing burning pain in my wrists, legs, and back.

No, I can’t run anymore. Let’s stop practicing here today. A voice of giving up kept ringing in Clown’s mind.

“Run, run. When your body reaches its limit, every second you hold on is progress.”

"Don't you want to become a superhuman? Now the opportunity is right in front of you, hold on!"

"I tell you the truth, the world's spirituality is becoming more and more active, and there will be more and more supernatural events. You don't want to have to close your eyes and pray when danger comes, right?"

"Put out all your spirit and will."

Nick held a cowhide whip and acted like a ruthless machine, whipping Crown whenever he slowed down a bit.

There was a coldness in his eyes, yet there was a fire in the deepest part of them.

The young man in front of him gave him another surprise.

He had already run more than 70 laps with a heavy sand coat on his back.

Although he said 100 laps, that meant the minimum physical strength required to advance to the extraordinary level.

Ordinary people simply cannot meet this requirement without three to five years of training.

The first time he did this kind of training, Crown ran 74 laps without falling down.

He felt that if he didn't exploit and polish such a talented person, he would be sorry for himself! Clown knew that his physical strength had been exhausted, and he was now running entirely relying on his strong will.

His legs were numb, and the flow of blood made him feel hot.

"Crack", Krahn was whipped again, and this time, he could no longer accelerate.

My physical fatigue has reached its limit. Unless I recover my strength, I won't be able to run for more than a few minutes.

But how can I recover my strength while running?

Hey, the visualization method only requires visualization of the divine will, and there is really no requirement for posture. If I can perform the visualization method while running, wouldn’t it solve the physical problem? A wild idea appeared in Crown’s mind, and he immediately began to try it.

In the past, I always closed my eyes when meditating.

He now needs to overcome this habit and visualize with his eyes open.

The focus in my eyes gradually disappeared, and due to my extreme physical fatigue, this became easier to do.

The bright moon began to appear before my eyes, but as my body ran, the reflected moon shattered into pieces, just like a stone thrown into the water.

Clown gathered his thoughts and continued to visualize, letting the bright moon move with his own movements, keeping the two relatively still.

Once, twice he kept trying.

Nick has counted 80 laps. The people in the training ground are no longer running, but are walking slowly with running movements.

He no longer swung his whip because it was no longer effective in stimulating the opponent's potential.

The priest understood that the other party was almost at the end of his strength, but he was still running, relying entirely on his admirable willpower.

He watched quietly, wanting to see where the opponent's limit was and how much of a surprise he could bring him.

Crown had forgotten that he was still running; his body was just moving forward mechanically.

He forgot about tiredness and time.

The bright moon shines silently all over the body and then enters the center of the eyebrows, passes through the Niwan point to the Tanzhong point, then falls on the heart like the red sun shining through the internal organs, and finally the red sun sinks into the Dantian, radiating all over the body and radiating outwards through the pores.

In Nick's eyes, it was as if the long-dry grass and trees welcomed a rain of sweet rain. Crown's body regained its vitality, and his speed actually increased slowly. Although he did not return to his original speed, all this in itself seemed incredible.

One lap, two laps and the man ran again.

A strong feeling of hunger interrupted Crown's state, and he felt his stomach rumbling like a drum.

At this moment, he only felt his chest pressing against his back, his stomach aching slightly, and he felt anxious.

Lawen stopped in front of the priest and stared at him: "I'm hungry!"

The priest laughed and said, "I have just told the kitchen staff, we can start eating now."

In the first training session, he ran a full 92 laps. A servant like this had good endurance and only needed to improve his strength to meet the promotion standards.

He was confident that after one year, no, perhaps half a year of training he would be able to elevate it to the extraordinary level.

. . . .

The church's small restaurant.

Crown ate in small bites, or even chewed slowly, but he ate very fast and very much.

Nick looked at the dishes piling up on the table and felt secretly happy.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The more energy you consume, the more you will eat. In a sense, the strongest person on the Road of Knight is the one who eats the most.

"Father, the herbs are ready."

A slim nun came over, holding a large enamel bowl in one hand and a clay pot in the other.

Nick nodded slightly and smiled at the nun: "Thank you, Avina, put it on the table."

The nun put the things on the table and turned to leave.

Clown tilted his head, looking at the nun's graceful back, and couldn't help feeling a little moved.

The nun gradually walked away. Nick said, "Hmm," and then scolded her with a smile, "Don't look at her! Become a supernatural being, and you will find that you have more choices."

The priest stood up and patted him on the shoulder. "Come on, young man. I believe in you. Take the decoction internally and the ointment externally. I will copy the prescription for you in the evening. The church doesn't have many herbs in reserve, so you will have to prepare them yourself in the future."

With his hands behind his back, Nick left: "Don't eat too much! You have two hours to rest at noon, and you need to learn swordsmanship in the afternoon. Gather at the training ground before two o'clock."

. . . .

Crown was so full that he could no longer drink the medicine.

Picking up the medicine bowl, he took the medicine jar and returned to the residence assigned to him.

Open the door and see everything.

The furnishings inside were simple: a table, a chair, and a narrow wooden bed.

There is an oil lamp and a kettle on the table.

The furniture is all made of original wood and not even coated with varnish.

Opening the medicine jar, Crown saw that it was filled with black and red ointment. He smelled it and immediately analyzed several herbs in it.

Containing broom and blood-activating grass, this ointment should have some of the effects of tiger bone ointment, promoting blood circulation, relieving pain, and enhancing muscle tolerance.

After applying ointment on his sore muscles, Crown sat on the bed. He did not sit cross-legged, but just sat up straight, closed his eyes, made a golden seal with his hands, and began to visualize.

Although he had learned to visualize with his eyes open and while moving, he felt that the efficiency of that kind of visualization was much lower than that of the normal state.

He ate so much for a purpose. The visualization of the Golden Light Mantra consumed a lot of calories, which just helped digestion.

(End of this chapter)