Whether the world will be destroyed, when the earth will stop rotating, when the universe will end, when Qin Lan will die... everything has nothing to do with him.
With Ling Wei's help, Chen Yang quickly entered a flow state.
In this state, he doesn't need to expend his energy all the time. He just needs to feel his legs carefully and keep them balanced.
But soon, problems arose.
Chen Yang didn't know how much time had passed, but he clearly felt... his thighs began to tremble.
He has been lacking exercise for many years since he started working, and his body is no longer in the condition it was when he was 20 years old.
Waves of pain came from his legs, and countless distracting thoughts emerged in Chen Yang's mind like the whispers of the devil, all urging him to give up.
At the very beginning, Chen Yang relied on his willpower to barely hold on.
Later, his legs were so sore and his training clothes were soaked with sweat, so he simply took off his shirt and recalled the humiliation he had suffered at home over and over in his mind, relying on the hatred in his heart to support himself.
But this trick soon lost its effect, and Chen Yang felt that he had reached his limit.
"I've been squatting for a long time. Can I take a break now?"
After biting his lips to leave a row of deep teeth marks, Chen Yang finally couldn't help but raised his head and asked Ling Wei in pain.
She stood in front of me and shook her head expressionlessly.
"It's only been forty minutes, and you can't do it anymore?"
"This isn't even the beginning."
"You said you weren't afraid of death?"
Every word was heart-wrenching, but Chen Yang couldn't bear it any longer. He frowned and pleaded:
"I'm almost dead..."
"Yeah?"
Ling Wei stared at him, turned to the table behind her, and with a bang, she pulled out a long steel sword.
The long sword was sharpened, piercingly razor-sharp, and gleaming with cold light.
Ling Wei stood in front of Chen Yang with a sword in hand.
Chen Yang, sweating profusely and with legs shaking, smiled bleakly:
"Even if you put a sword on my neck, I can't squat down..."
As soon as the words fell.
brush!
Ling Wei thrust the sword with one hand, and unexpectedly stabbed Chen Yang's stomach!
That moment.
Chen Yang's legs stopped shaking, he stopped sweating, and all his body problems disappeared.
He lowered his head in a daze and found that Ling Wei's sword was so powerful that it not only pierced his entire abdomen but also deeply penetrated the wooden stake.
Just like that, she used a sword to nail Chen Yang to the wooden stake.
"Are your legs still sore now?" she asked with a smile.
"It's not sore anymore." Chen Yang shook his head in a daze.
"That's right."
Ling Wei smiled faintly and said, "To practice martial arts, you can't rely on willpower alone, you need adrenaline."
"When I stabbed you with this sword, the adrenaline in your body instantly exploded. Doesn't that mean all your problems are cured?"
As they spoke, she and Chen Yang both looked at the sword stuck in their stomachs.
This is a double-edged sword, with blades on both the top and bottom. At this moment, blood has seeped out of the blade.
There didn't seem to be much bleeding.
But if Chen Yang dared to move up or down even half an inch, or even half a millimeter, while squatting in a horse stance, the wound would expand.
"Don't move."
"If you move, you'll die."
Ling Wei issued a warning at the right time.
"But……"
Chen Yang wanted to say something, but Ling Wei interrupted him directly.
"Don't worry, I just took a close look. This sword didn't injure any of your organs, nor did it sever any arteries. The blade also sealed the wound. As long as you don't move, you won't die."
Chen Yang was a little skeptical: "Really no organs were damaged?"
Ling Wei shrugged: "Probably."
After saying this, she turned and left.
Chen Yang panicked: "Hey, where are you going?!"
Ling Wei didn't even turn her head: "Go to sleep."
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