Ning Yuge stood at the edge of the sand, looking at him coldly, a scornful smile on his lips: "Die? With your ability to withstand electric shock, you don't even deserve to die! Crawl back, don't waste your spiritual energy lying there!"
The disciple was still struggling on the ground, but Ning Yuge waved his hand calmly as if he was looking at a useless stone. "Stop pretending. I can't kill you with electricity. Keep climbing, or the spirit stones will be doubled!"
These words, like a sharp spiritual blade, pierced the disciple's heart. With tears in his eyes and his numb limbs in his body, he crawled back to the team.
Not far away, Zhang Xiyu was crawling confidently along the "safe route" he had just calculated using tactical calculations. As he crawled, he muttered to himself, "Judging from the frequency of psychic energy fluctuations, the traps in this area must have run out of energy..." Before he could finish his words, his knee touched a trap switch. The next second, a flash of blue light appeared, and he was electrocuted, flipping over like a sack, his hair spiky.
"Brother, I can't do it anymore!" Zhang Xiyu cried, "I won't talk about tactics anymore. Let me go back to cultivating the spiritual fields!"
"Go back?" Ning Yuge stared at him with gritted teeth, her voice as cold as ice: "Even if you want to go farming now, Lingtian will think you're stupid. Climb up! If you don't climb up, I'll make you roll down from the top of the mountain!"
Zhang Xiyu trembled and propped himself up, continuing to crawl forward. He muttered, "If the Spiritual Field won't accept me, where else can I go... Life is so hard..."
Elsewhere, Fatty Yuan became a walking joke. The pile of spirit stones on his back swayed from side to side with his obese frame, and every step seemed to challenge gravity. Drenched in sweat, he lay on the ground, panting heavily. "Brother, can you... lighten the weight a bit? I really can't climb anymore!"
Ning Yuge walked up to him and glared at him condescendingly: "Lose weight? Then why don't you lose some weight! Don't make excuses for me, even a pig has more motivation than you! If you can't move anymore, I'll bury you here and feed you to the ants!"
Upon hearing this, Fatty Yuan shuddered in fear and continued to crawl like a snail, muttering, "My spiritual fruit... my idol... I want it back..."
On this very sandy ground, screams echoed one after another, the blue light of psychic electricity flickered continuously, and the team members cried out for their parents. The entire venue was like a large-scale stage for a tragicomedy.
Ling Ruoxi, standing in the distance, folded her arms, leaning against a crooked tree, a meaningful smile on her lips. She glanced at Luo Tiangang, who was standing not far away, and said lazily, "Brother Luo, do you think my cousin has gone crazy? With this training method, he'd probably cripple them all."
Luo Tiangang's expression remained normal, and his tone was calm: "It doesn't matter whether I go crazy or not. As long as we can win the game, it's worth going crazy for a while."
"That's true, but look at how miserable they are now." Ling Ruoxi pointed at the disciples wailing on the sand. "I'm sure half of them will go crazy before the competition, and the rest will simply defect."
Luo Tiangang smiled slightly and shook his head gently: "If they could really defect, they wouldn't be lying on the sand and getting electrocuted today. Cousin's trick is really effective." After he said that, his eyes swept over Ning Yuge who was harshly reprimanding the team members, and a hint of imperceptible appreciation appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The sun gradually set, the sunset glow cast on the training ground, and the screams finally disappeared.
The team members collapsed to the ground one by one, like dried salted fish. Wen Xiu lay on his back, staring at the sky, his voice filled with deep despair: "I never thought that cultivating immortals would be so miserable... I even suspected that I had taken the wrong path."
Fatty Yuan lay on the ground, looking hopeless: "Spiritual fruit... idols... all left me... Senior brother, what on earth are you doing this for?"
Zhang Xiyu sat aside, holding her hairy head, and said weakly: "I will never mention tactics again. Tactics are really not as effective as psychic current stimulation..."
Ning Yuge stood in front of the team, hands behind his back, his eyes sternly scanning the group of muddy team members, his tone carrying an unquestionable pressure: "Crying? Shouting? That's it? Today's just an appetizer, tomorrow will increase the difficulty! You better pray for a good sleep tonight, otherwise, hehe..."
When everyone heard this, they immediately burst into heart-wrenching howls: "Ah ...
As night fell, Ning Yuge stood on the top of a barren mountain, gazing at the gradually darkening sky in the distance, a smug smile on his face: "This bunch of losers are finally starting to look like something."
In the distance, Ling Ruoxi leaned against a tree and yawned, saying lazily, "If these people continue to practice for two more days, they'll either go crazy or run away." She changed the subject and said with a smile, "But it's a pretty sight, especially when they're crawling while crying."
Luo Tiangang responded calmly: "It doesn't matter if you go crazy or run away, as long as we can win the game, it doesn't matter if you go crazy a little." After he finished speaking, the two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing, while the wails of the team members on the sand continued to echo in the mountains for a long time.
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