Zhang Xiyu pushed the virtual spirit mirror, her tone struggling, "But... in theory, collective pressure should be effective. With so many of us, are we really afraid of him alone?"
Wen Xiu patted his chest and said, "Yes! What are you afraid of? Today, let Senior Brother Ning know that we also have backbone!"
The three of them discussed and immediately decided to lead the resistance. They stood in front of Ning Yuge with full confidence, lined up in a row, their faces filled with indignation.
"Brother, this is not training at all, it's torture! We can't accept it anymore!" Wen Xiu said through gritted teeth.
"If this continues, we will definitely go crazy!" Yuan Pangpang nodded vigorously and wiped the spiritual fruit residue from the corner of his mouth.
Zhang Xiyu adjusted her tone and tried to persuade rationally: "In the long run, this extreme approach may be counterproductive and detrimental to our overall combat effectiveness..."
Ning Yuge crossed his arms and watched them perform quietly. The smile on his face gradually turned cold, finally transforming into a completely emotionless arc: "Resist? Sure, I want to see how capable you are."
He waved his hand slowly, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "Tian Gang, go ahead."
Luo Tiangang stepped forward unhurriedly, his massive figure casting a shadow like an insurmountable mountain. His gaze was terrifyingly calm. He raised his hand, and a powerful psychic force surged forth like a tidal wave. The three men standing before him were instantly crushed to their knees, their faces pale.
"Stop joking! What level of psychic pressure is this?!" Fatty Yuan tried desperately to stand firm, but he sat back on the ground like a piece of flattened tofu.
Zhang Xiyu tried to struggle, muttering, "Theoretically, there should be a way to break the pressure... but... why do I feel like my bones are about to break!"
Luo Tiangang glanced at them with a half-smile, then casually picked up Fatty Yuan and threw him aside. "If you don't want to die, you'd better shut up."
Fatty Yuan rolled over on the ground twice, panting heavily, his voice filled with tears: "I will never eat spiritual fruit again, seriously!"
Ning Yuge stepped forward and looked down at the three people collapsed on the ground, a cold smile on his face like a knife: "That's it? Your level of resistance is too low. You guys dare to stand up and argue with me? You are really a joke in the world of immortal cultivation."
The three of them completely lost the courage to resist, especially Zhang Xiyu. He clutched his waist and said weakly, "Brother, I won't talk about theory or tactics anymore... Let me go..."
Ning Yuge ignored their pleas and turned to the others, saying coldly, "If anyone else is dissatisfied, stand up now and protest together!"
The rest of the team members shrank their necks like quails, and no one dared to speak.
"Very good." Ning Yuge nodded with satisfaction. "Since no one has any objections, let's continue with today's training!"
From that day on, the intensity of the training intensified. Sand crawling became continuous mountain climbing loaded with spirit stones, barrage dodging was supplemented with random interference from psychic storms, and night raids were extended from two hours to all night. Ning Yuge's verbal humiliation was even more extreme:
"Are you running so slowly because you're afraid of wearing out the floor? You're slower than a turtle!"
"Your endurance is so poor, and you still want to cultivate immortality? The spiritual fields need useless people like you to cultivate them!"
"Don't be lazy! If I catch you being lazy again, I'll throw you into the spirit beast's den!"
The team members' mental state deteriorated. Fatty Yuan even began to sleepwalk, muttering as he climbed the mountain: "Spiritual fruit... idol... wait for me..."
Ling Ruoxi stood on the hillside, watching all this, and couldn't help but hold her forehead: "These people are so unlucky to have run into a lunatic like my cousin. I bet they will all collapse in three days."
Luo Tiangang crossed his arms and said calmly, "Three days? You overestimate them. You might have to send half of them to recuperation tomorrow."
Ling Ruoxi burst out laughing, then jokingly said, "What about my cousin? Will he go crazy too?"
Luo Tiangang raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Him? He has been crazy for a long time."
The two exchanged glances and chuckled simultaneously. In the distance, Ning Yuge stood atop a boulder, overlooking the exhausted team members. His eyes held no pity, only a cold sneer. "Remember, the more you're scolded today, the stronger you'll be tomorrow. During the match, the enemy will show no mercy."
The team members lay on the ground, their eyes empty, and their voices weakly wailed their last cries: "Ah - help -!"
The screams in the desolate mountains drifted with the cold wind and echoed for a long time, as if the whole world was witnessing the most miserable training camp in the world of immortal cultivation.
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