To everyone's surprise, Chu Huanzhao's face instantly turned red: "You really want to lick my shoes? You pervert, I'm going to tell my sister."
Zuan: "..."
Wasn't that the fucking insane bet you just proposed?!
"Okay, I agree!" Chu Huanzhao was excited. Like other gamblers, she had just lost inexplicably and was thinking about trying again to win back her losses.
"Please whip me!" Zu'an said with an expression of heroic sacrifice.
Three more lashes followed. Looking at the man who was lying on the ground, barely able to stand, yet remained silent, Chu Huanzhao asked with a bewildered expression, "You...aren't you in pain?"
"Of course it hurts, but a real man never complains!" Zuan looked at the third magic circle, which was already half-filled, and couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He couldn't let her see through his act.
Chu Huanzhao fell silent. The man before her was the bravest man she had ever met in her life. He was pitifully weak, yet his willpower was so strong. She had seen too many self-proclaimed heroes, whose strength far surpassed his, but none of them could withstand two lashes from her.
"How about we take another gamble?" Zuan asked tentatively.
Chu Huanzhao's expression immediately turned strange: "Do you have some kind of special fetish?"
"Of course not!" Zuan immediately denied. What a joke! He couldn't bear this reputation; it was too embarrassing. "I was just thinking that if I beat you, you'd lick my shoes."
"Pah, dream on, no betting!" If it were before, Chu Huanzhao would have agreed immediately. She didn't think the other party had a chance to win at all. But after losing twice in a row, she also became nervous.
Zuan realized that she probably wouldn't accept the bet, so he changed his mind and said, "If I win, you'll have to call me brother-in-law respectfully whenever you see me, okay?"
Chu Huanzhao weighed the options for a moment. The other party was her brother-in-law, so even if she lost, it didn't seem like a big deal. So she nodded and said, "Okay!"
A new round of betting began. With one lash, Zuan could no longer hold back his trembling and let out a groan, not one of pain, but one filled with pleasure and satisfaction.
"You really are a pervert! I'm not going to come with you anymore." Chu Huanzhao's face turned bright red. She stomped her foot, picked up the corpse of the sycophant, and quickly ran out of the room.
"Hey, there are still two more lashes to go!" Zu'an shouted hurriedly, but the other party quickly disappeared into the night like a startled rabbit.
Seriously, they can't afford to play this game at all.
Zuan was inwardly grumbling, but the only consolation was that the third magic circle was almost full. He threw a punch and was about to feel the difference when suddenly a voice came to his ear.
"You've actually reached the second rank, third level? You're only a hair's breadth away from the perfect third rank!" A figure walked in, and it was none other than Old Man Mi from before.
Was this guy hiding in the shadows watching the show the whole time?
Zu An was furious, but he didn't show it at all. Instead, he asked, "What is second rank, third stage?"
Old Man Mi explained, "Didn't I tell you before? The first grade draws in the primordial energy of heaven and earth, the second grade tempers the skin, and above the second grade, each grade is further divided into nine minor realms. You, kid, actually stepped into the third stage of the second grade in less than an hour. That's strange. Normal people usually need months or even years to cultivate the primordial energy, let alone the second grade. Your low-grade Ding aptitude has broken through to the third stage of the second grade in such a short time. Although that secret manual is miraculous, it shouldn't be able to improve your aptitude so quickly."
Zaun then realized that after the keyboard devoured the secret manual, F2 had engraved nine magic circles on his skin, which should have directly helped him skip the most difficult step of entering the body with vital energy and directly enter the second rank. After that, it filled in nearly 3 more magic circles, and he became the third stage of the second rank.
He was pondering how to explain to the other party that, after all, survival was the best policy, and his strength was still weak. It would be bad if his genius aroused jealousy and murderous intent.
But at this moment, Old Man Mi muttered to himself, "It seems that the Howling Whip is indeed powerful. In addition, you have been enduring the pain and your body has been pushed to the limit. Only by combining this with the secret manual's techniques can you achieve such an exaggerated cultivation speed."
He even wondered if he could try doing it himself next time.
Seeing that he had finished his own imagination, Zu'an didn't need to waste his breath explaining. Just as he was about to ask what abilities he would have after reaching the second or third rank, a sharp pain suddenly came, and he couldn't help but cry out.
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