The First Book: Reborn from the Fire Chapter 42: The Smiling Demon King and the Iron-faced Bodhisattva

  "Who on earth is he?!"

  Thinking of him just now, with a caring glance at us, he only had beads of sweat on his forehead, slightly flushed cheeks, but his voice was incredibly powerful and clear, and I even felt that he still had a lot of untapped potential, he should be very 'helpless' being dragged down by us.

  And indeed it was, after he and we exchanged a greeting, he took off like a shot, leaving us in the dust, his back disappearing from view. I was thoroughly defeated, because comparing our speed to his was just too ridiculous - how can an old ox pulling a broken cart compare to a Mercedes-Benz 360? I couldn't help but exclaim my astonishment out loud.

  "No need to say more, awesome person ah..."

  Sweat poured down Peng Jue's face like rain, he almost lost strength and his foot slipped, his body swayed and his hands grasped a tree trunk on the mountain waist with great force, it was really precarious.

  "Let's go... run... I don't want to... don't want to be laughed at..."

  I grabbed his hand and pulled him with all my might, letting him catch up. In the past two months, this kid didn't seem to have gained weight, but he seemed to be much heavier. For me, who was about to run out of physical strength, it was really exhausting. I even felt a little dizzy!

  I sighed silently, looked at the mountain in front of me, and ran this road several times. After climbing over this mountain, it's just about 2 kilometers to the campsite. It's said to be two kilometers, but the distance is not too far for us.

  But, alas! Half of us were climbing mountains at that time, and Peng Zuo's expression was almost as if he was crying.

  "Big... big brother Hai, it's nothing... I can handle it... just a bit too physically exhausting..."

  I think Peng Jue must have felt the same way, because this dizzy and ringing sensation is clearly a state of near collapse, indicating that we are approaching our physical limits again. The weight on our bodies feels like a mountain crushing down, at this time it's more about testing one's willpower.

  "Hmm... hold on... just hold on and don't say anything else!"

  In fact, this 15-kilometer journey is already far beyond our limits. Our eight elite soldiers have formed a tight formation, each one exhausted like a dog panting, at this point even speaking is an expression of physical exhaustion. The best plan is to resolutely move forward, don't think too much, otherwise you will definitely collapse completely.

  After crossing the mountain, we finally saw the camp again. The comrades in front were slowly coming down the mountain. In fact, everyone was not running at this time. Every step felt extremely difficult, and going downhill was even more terrifying than climbing up, especially when physical strength was severely depleted. It was already good enough to stand firmly, and if one's foot slipped, they might fall and bleed, unable to climb back up.

  Every step I take leaves me panting, my throat feels like it's stuffed with cloth, and the air just isn't enough.

  We saw a comrade on the road who could no longer run, two comrades wanted to go and help him, but were stopped by Lieutenant Colonel Huang. In the end, he went over, said something in his ear, and I saw that comrade get up and start moving forward again, stumbling along. He was about 400 meters away from the camp, but at that speed, it's likely that even when we arrived, he still wouldn't be able to keep up with us... The scene was truly heartbreaking...

  By the time I got here, I realized why Coach Lianchang did this. In fact, in such a 15-kilometer cross-country training, I found that he didn't ask us for any speed requirements. He was actually testing our personal willpower and endurance in disguise, or to put it more accurately, letting us cultivate a strong psychological quality.

  As for this point, it's actually an advantage for Peng Zuo and me. From the perspective of endurance, it mainly refers to the sustained strength of leg muscles. Although we are also very tired, our legs feel soft and cottony, like walking on cotton, and there are always stars flashing in front of us. Even when going downhill, one foot deep and one foot shallow, it feels like we're about to fall, but I know this doesn't mean we can't do it.

  Speaking of which, we can't help but mention that it's the credit of 'Qiao Yan Wang' that every day after completing the new recruits' tactical training and then completing the harsh training of Huang Lianchang, because of my challenge that day, Peng Ze and I had no choice but to sell our remaining time to 'Qiao Yan Wang'.

  This is undoubtedly a very frightening thing. Think about the training methods of 'Qiao Yan Wang' in the past, which can make anyone's scalp numb.

  To put it bluntly, the same deadly hard training, but we would rather die standing than lose our lives without dignity. I even wickedly thought that even if we died, at least dying in the handsome smile of Huang Lian would be a kind of 'euthanasia'.

  Before we were trained by that "Jo Wang" master, I often wondered if I was one of those humans who made a contract with the devil. Looks brave on the face, but in fact, it's really uncertain what kind of suffering will be faced next.

  But the fact is that it's a big shock, at this time 'Qiao Yan Wang' became an iron-faced living Bodhisattva, while the normally kind and gentle Kuang Lian Chang turned into a smiling devil, they two became two complete extremes.

  The daytime belongs to the smiling demon king, and the nighttime belongs to the iron-faced Bodhisattva. Coach Lianchang becomes a fierce coach with a smiling face, making us undergo deadly training, whatever it takes to push our physical limits to the extreme. Every day, we almost exhaust all our physical energy, but when we get to "Qiao Yan Wang", it's actually the best place to recover and cultivate our minds.

  On the first day, after a day of intense training, we almost collapsed in front of 'Yan Wang', on our way here, we had already imagined how Yan Wang would give us some unbearable hardships, was it the oil pot explosion? Or going up the knife mountain? Or down the fire mountain? Anyway, at that time, we didn't have too many wishes to come out intact.

  Unexpectedly, 'Qiao Yan Wang' didn't say anything, he just gave us two sheets of drawings and taught us a set of boxing moves. He also told us to follow his breathing method and practice the moves ten times. For the remaining time, we were asked to memorize what was on the paper within two days. If there's anything we don't understand, we can even go ask him and he will explain it to us one by one.

  Cough, it's too simple, isn't it? Is this... could it be that we exercised too much that day and had a terrible hallucination?