Afterward, Su Mo continued to slowly descend, enduring imnse ntal pressure and pain.
In an instant, more tiny creatures covered Su Mo’s legs, and at this mont he felt as if his whole body were convulsing, with his senses becoming unusually acute.
He could very clearly feel as if countless insects were crawling along his nerves throughout his body.
The sensation was extrely uncomfortable, worse than being devoured by a thousand ants.
Because it wasn’t rely discomfort and pain; it was as if his soul was being pulled.
Su Mo’s entire face was distorted.
At this mont, the Fake Owner·Swallower quickly told Su Mo: "Endure it, carefully feel your own body. The mucus secreted by these creatures only has benefits for nerve stimulation, no harm."
"I, I’ll do my best."
Su Mo replied with a contorted face, gritting his teeth in response to the Fake Owner·Swallower.
He was already doing his utmost to restrain himself, even using his incredibly strong willpower to suppress his trembling body.
anwhile, he felt like he had seen a ghost; even if he were really devoured by a thousand ants, he wouldn’t make a sound, but these creatures were just too bizarre.
The old man stood above, looking coldly at the slowly descending Su Mo, his murky eyes slightly moved, showing a rather surprised look.
He was well aware of how difficult this nerve training was.
Su Mo’s performance was still quite impressive.
However, just when Su Mo had reached the thigh root area and the old man thought he had made it,
Su Mo’s expression suddenly twisted, unable to withstand it, he made a large movent.
Because a vital part had been touched.
In an instant, those gentle black creatures beca violent, frantically biting Su Mo.
"Ah! I’m going to die, I’m going to die."
Su Mo let out a miserable scream, quickly rushing out of the training pool.
The old man watched this scene, his withered face fiercely twitching, his eyes turning cold.
Su Mo naturally saw the old man’s displeased expression and said with a bitter face: "Mistake, mistake."
"Get back in!"
The old man didn’t waste any words.
Su Mo struggled to swallow, then took several deep breaths to calm his chaotic emotions, slowly descending once more.
Ah~
As expected, without any surprise, a series of miserable cries echoed as a figure continuously leapt from the training pool.
Until evening.
The old man’s patience reached its limit, and with a cold snort, he turned and left.
Su Mo stood alone in place, his face full of pain.
The Fake Owner·Swallower also said to Su Mo: "What are you doing?"
"What do you an, ’what am I doing?’ I’m telling you, no matter how painful the training is, I can endure it. The problem is, those darn things touched there, I really can’t endure that."
Su Mo replied through gritted teeth, this damn training making his entire nervous system feel out of control.
"This is just the beginning. You must overco it; otherwise, how will you manage the recovery training later?"
The Fake Owner·Swallower said in a deep voice.
"Ugh, I understand."
Su Mo involuntarily twitched his face.
...
In the evening, Su Mo returned to the Shadow, exhausted.
After hastily eating sothing, he went to wash up.
Then he imdiately lay down on the bed, not wanting to move at all. Today’s training almost took half his life.
His lower body was still numb at this point.
Su Mo lay on the bed for a while, reaching out to grab the phone from the bedside, opening the Star Ring City forum to browse for a bit.
The Fake Owner·Swallower asked in a deep voice: "What about your training tomorrow?"
"What else can I do? Just push ahead like a duck to water and give it my all."
Su Mo replied with a headache.
"Hmm."
The Fake Owner·Swallower replied in a deep voice.
"Huh?"
Su Mo suddenly made a slightly confused sound.
"What’s the matter?"
The Fake Owner·Swallower asked in a deep voice.
"It’s nothing, just that there’s been quite a fluctuation in Star Ring City’s prices, and now the forum is full of complaints."
"There’s nothing strange about that; it’s quite normal."
"Not really, it’s just that even the always stable Energy Crystal Stones are showing signs of decline, which feels a bit odd."
"You should focus on tomorrow’s training instead."
The Fake Owner·Swallower replied in a deep voice.
"Sigh."
Upon hearing the Fake Owner·Swallower’s words, Su Mo tossed the phone aside and closed his eyes to ponder tomorrow’s training.
...
The next day, Su Mo arrived at the old man’s training ground again as promised.
The old man was already standing there coldly, and the training pool was already open.
"Get in."
The old man said coldly.
Su Mo squeezed out a smile and asked the old man: "Old man, when you trained for this before, did you have any special thods or techniques to share?"
"Get in."
The old man still repeated coldly.
Seeing this, Su Mo could only imdiately strip off his clothes and grit his teeth as he descended.
As always, the beginning went smoothly, with those black creatures crawling over Su Mo’s feet without a problem.
Su Mo managed to endure it.
But as soon as he reached the thigh root, an indescribable sensation overtook him again.
Su Mo gritted his teeth, his nerves taut, continually encouraging and cheerleading himself.
"Co on, co on, you can do it!"
Unfortunately, the next second, a swarm of creatures surged forward, narrowing Su Mo’s pupils.
"Ah!"
Su Mo suddenly leapt up again.
The old man gazed disapprovingly at Su Mo, whose face was twitching constantly, and he forced a wry smile.
"I’ll get back in now."
Gritting his teeth, Su Mo continued to head toward the training pool.
Once, twice, three tis...
...
The terrible cries kept echoing, thankfully the old man’s courtyard was large enough, otherwise, people might have misunderstood sothing.
Until evening, Su Mo was half-kneeling on the ground, nearly exhausted.
His body hadn’t fully recovered yet, and this training was practically killing him.
"Hmph!"
The old man snorted coldly and left, extrely dissatisfied with the training results.
Su Mo didn’t know what to say. He bitterly smiled and asked the Fake Owner·Swallower.
"Am I very much a failure?"
"Failing isn’t disgraceful, just overco it. Those black creature-like juveniles are called Mangula, born from dead Monsters, stimulating the nerves to the depth of the soul."
The Fake Owner·Swallower replied in a deep voice.
"Phew, I got it. Let’s head ho first."
Su Mo replied with a sowhat heavy heart. Honestly, this was the first ti Su Mo encountered a hurdle he couldn’t step over, and it was in the area he was most proud of.
....
At night, Su Mo lay quietly in bed alone.
Tossing and turning, constantly ruminating on the day’s training, the more he thought about it, the more restless he felt.
Knock knock~
"Co in."
Su Mo spoke up.
Qian Chengxue pushed open the door and walked in, seeing Su Mo lying in bed, she asked with concern.
"In bed so early, are you tired?"
"A little tired."
Su Mo replied with a slight smile.
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