The night deepened, a cold wind howled across the desolate mountains. Inside the tent, the team members were immersed in a long-awaited dream. Exhausted from the day's hellish training, their snoring rose and fell. Suddenly, a resounding roar shattered the silence, and the light of a psychic barrage instantly illuminated the valley like daylight.
"Everyone assemble! Now!" Ning Yuge's voice exploded like thunder from the sky.
Fatty Yuan turned over in a daze and banged his head against the tent pole. He covered his forehead and cried miserably, "Senior Brother Ning...what are you doing so late at night? If you keep going like this, I'm really going to report you to the sect!"
Wen Xiu rubbed his eyes and scrambled out of the tent. He looked up at the interlaced psychic barrage in the sky and shuddered. "Don't... don't tell me it's another electric shock trap. Brother, can we try something new this time?"
Ning Yuge stood at the edge of the simulation field, shrouded in the cold wind, his face stern, his eyes sharp enough to pierce through people's hearts. His voice was cold and icy: "Psychic Charge Combat operates day and night. The enemy won't relent just because you're asleep. From now on, get used to this! Everyone enter the barrage field. If you're a step late, your Spirit Stones will be doubled!"
The team members shuddered, instantly waking up, but they refused to move. They stood outside the tent, staggering here and there, stalling for time, each one hinting with their eyes: "How about... let's all pretend to die?" "You go ahead!" "Don't drag me down with you!"
"I'll count to three!" Ning Yuge said coldly, "Three!" Before he finished counting, everyone had already jumped into the simulation field like rabbits.
Inside the psychic barrage, blue and white auras danced, and bullets rained down from all directions, seemingly designed to crush the team members' remaining will. As Fatty Yuan entered the arena, a psychic bullet whizzed past his head. Terrified, he flopped to the ground, yelling, "Brother! This is too cruel! We haven't even had breakfast!"
"Eat breakfast?" Ning Yuge sneered, his hands behind his back, his voice unquestionable: "Do you think the enemy will give you a chance to eat breakfast? Now stand up, Fatty!"
Pangpang muttered, "If I weren't fat, you wouldn't bully me like this," but he still crawled to his feet from the ground, with cold sweat on his back.
Elsewhere, a team member, attempting to slack off, hid behind a rock, wrapped himself in a blanket and pretended not to exist. However, the psychic bullet showed no mercy, striking the rock with pinpoint accuracy, sending him flying along with it. He stumbled to his feet, clutching his waist and yelling, "Brother! I can't take it anymore! If this continues, I'll die!"
Ning Yuge walked slowly up to him and looked down at him. "No more? A @#%& thing like you is just a waste of the sect's resources if you're still alive! Even a pig has more dignity than you! If you don't want to die, get up and crawl!"
The disciple had tears in his eyes and cursed, "You are the pig!" but he didn't dare to make a sound. He forced himself to stand up and continued to stagger around to avoid the barrage of bullets.
Zhang Xiyu lay on the ground, using the psychic pen to calculate the trajectory of the bullets. As he crawled, he said confidently: "In theory, the bullet coverage rate of this area is only 30%. As long as we walk close to the ground, the safety factor will be greatly improved..." Before he finished speaking, a psychic bullet hit his back accurately, knocking him over and his hair smoking.
Ning Yuge stood outside the arena, arms folded across his chest, his voice devoid of emotion: "Theoretically, you're already dead."
Zhang Xiyu climbed up, dusting herself off while shivering and saying, "Brother, this doesn't make sense! The theory is clearly correct, so why did I still get beaten?"
"Because your theory is for idiots!" Ning Yuge sneered, "The only way to live is to hide if you can. Don't make excuses for yourself!"
The night raid training lasted a full two hours, the screams of the team members echoing one after another. Wen Xiu scrambled to avoid the barrage of bullets, finally kneeling down with his head in his hands, crying out, "Brother, I won't hide anymore! Just let me die!"
Fatty also lay on the ground, unable to move, panting and muttering: "Spiritual Fruit...Idol...I'm here to accompany you."
After the training, all the team members collapsed to the ground with dull eyes, like a group of stray spirit beasts that had been robbed.
Ning Yuge looked at their miserable appearance, a satisfied smile on his face: "This bunch of losers, finally look a little presentable. Remember, today is just the appetizer, tomorrow is the real main course!"
Upon hearing this, everyone burst into desperate howls at the same time: "Ah ...
As the night deepened, the valley returned to silence, with only the intermittent moans of the team members echoing in the air. Ning Yuge stood on the top of the mountain, gazing at the starry sky, a hint of pride in his eyes: "The championship of the Psychic Charge Battle will be ours sooner or later."
Not far away, Ling Ruoxi and Luo Tiangang stood under the shade of a tree, silently watching everything in front of them. Ling Ruoxi shook her head lightly and sighed: "If my cousin continues like this, these people will either go crazy or become stupid."
Luo Tiangang's eyes were deep and his voice was calm: "There's sometimes only a fine line between madness and stupidity. We'll see. If these people can make it through, perhaps they'll impress everyone."
A chilly wind howled through the mountains, exhaustion and despair written across the team members' faces. Days of extreme training had nearly crushed them, their bodies seemingly stretched to their limits, their spirits like a slender string poised to snap at any moment.
"We can't go on like this!" Wen Xiu stepped forward, his tone filled with unprecedented determination. He glanced around, trying to find some support from his teammates. "Everyone, unite and go talk to Brother Ning! This isn't training, it's murder!"
Fatty Yuan bit the last piece of spiritual fruit and said reluctantly, "I think... maybe we should just accept our fate. He doesn't seem to be listening at all."
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