My ability is immortal

chapter 38

The mood of the ordinary onlookers did not change much, they just felt colder and their chrysanthemums became tighter.

I feel that the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment is really the same Minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and the instruments of torture that have been produced are more and more tortured!

Just looking at it makes me feel like dying...

And the mood of the awakened students at this time will undergo an earth-shaking change.

God knows that the direction of things is completely opposite to what they expected.

Compared with the "Eighteen Bronze Man Formation" of those ordinary students who were desperate to practice, they are nothing compared to the big one, and it can be said that they are very gentle.

At least, those instruments of torture still have some room for resistance and movement, and at least they can control their own bodies.

But this Eighteen Bronze Man Formation is different, his mother can't control himself at all!

Can only be beaten passively, flying around in the sky, every time I fly, I get punched hard, and then wait in pain for the next punch...

"Too...too cruel!"

An awakened male student with a cropped head looked at Zhao Dayong's body that was obviously beginning to swell after being beaten in the bronze man formation, and couldn't help trembling and opened his mouth.

Just now he took on the role of Zhao Dayong, and felt that if it was him, he would be smiling now.

He definitely can't go through ten tricks.

Only Zhao Dayong can withstand this inhuman healing method.

However, even Zhao Dayong, who is rough-skinned and thick-skinned and can become stronger after being beaten, is already bruised and swollen.

It was like being kissed intimately by a swarm of wasps. The whole face was covered in circles, and the eyes, nose, and mouth were all swollen.

One piece of blue and one piece of purple, none of which is a normal skin color.

However, Zhao Dayong's heartfelt smile can still be vaguely recognized from that "pig head" face...

It was as if he was really healed, and his whole body was released, and he laughed wildly after a while:

"Haha, cool!"

"Strength!"

"Come on again, kind of fuck me to death!"

"Wuhu~ I took off again..."

The hearty laughter spread throughout the playground, making it difficult for the onlookers to understand the meaning, and at the same time attracted other people who were still in the actual combat class.

The students from the foreign class saw a person flying around in the sky from a distance, making several laps every time they flew, and heard the cheerful voice coming from here, curious in their hearts, and surrounded them.

The surrounding crowd is getting bigger and bigger, and the discussion is getting louder:

"I'm going, what is this translucent monk? How did you make it?"

An unsuspecting yellow-haired classmate laughed foolishly.

The person next to him replied:
"Don't you know? Remember the Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishments I told you about? This is his latest torture device!"

"Damn it, it turned out to be him!"

Huang Mao was taken aback, and shouted loudly: "Isn't this too much punishment?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Han Mu turn his head and look at him. The look in his eyes made Huang Mao feel that he was the next prisoner to be tortured.

As if the fear originated from the depths of his soul, Huang Mao trembled with fright, and quickly hid behind his classmate, avoiding Han Mu's sight.

Seeing this, the other students subconsciously lowered their voices, not daring to talk so wildly, for fear that they would be targeted by Han Mu.

But soft-spoken discussions inevitably followed one after another:
"This Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment is really getting more and more punished! How about it, brothers, do you dare to attack him?"

"You charge first, we will follow."

"Fuck your sister, why don't you go first?"

"I... I just passed out last night..."

"..."

A white and thin classmate with small golden eyes and neatly combed hair touched his chin and analyzed:
"According to the current situation, we can basically draw a conclusion: the props to heal awakened people are more effective than the props to cure ordinary students!"

"Analyzed from the normal situation, awakened people are generally stronger than ordinary people, so it is reasonable to change the props."

These two sentences are well-founded and convincing.

The students around nodded in agreement, and even some awakened students who still held a glimmer of hope and refused to accept their fate sighed heavily.

That's the truth, there is no way to save it, and the instruments of torture used to heal the awakened are even more brutal!
If they wanted to be healed, they could only accept Han Mu's stormy destruction.

But can they do it?
Many students asked themselves inwardly, and finally came up with a negative answer.

A concubine can't do it...

This is the same reason that most people know that reading a good book will have a bright future, but they are defeated by the boring process of learning, so they don't study hard.

I understand the truth, but I just don't want to suffer!

Is there a way to quickly improve yourself without suffering?

Of course there is.

Like Ye Chen, it is good to awaken the ability to practice in dreams.

Dream more, there is everything in the dream!
"Oh, it's hard!"

Of course, there are also students who are struggling with pain, and there are two voices in their minds that have been fighting against each other, making it impossible for him to make a decision.

As long as this prop is not so punishing, he will just bite his teeth and go straight to it.

But the problem is, even the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Zhao Dayong has become like this, so what about him?
"Look again, wait for Zhao Dayong to finish, listen to his feelings before making a decision."

Some students decided this way, they did not participate in the discussion, and continued to look at the flying sandbags in the formation.

But as time went by, Zhao Dayong's rampant laughter gradually became inaudible, and he began to keep silent, trying his best to strengthen the defense and resist the attack;
Later, his expression changed to grit his teeth again, showing a ferocious face, as if he was enduring pain;

Then, as if wearing a mask of pain, every part of his face seemed to have the word "pain" written on it;

In the end, the pain seemed to be unbearable, and there were muffled groans from time to time, and the groans were trembling.

Every trembling murmur of his made the hearts of many awakened students tremble, as if wearing the same painful mask on their faces.

However, Zhao Dayong finally did what he said at the beginning: persevere to the end.

Even at the end, he had no strength to resist at all, his arms and legs fell naturally, and he couldn't even make an expression of pain. He was beaten to the limit, but he didn't beg Han Mu to let him out.

Carry it hard.

After touching for more than half an hour, with the flash of light, the healing was completed, and the copper man array slowly disappeared.

"Oh!"

Zhao Dayong's swollen taller and burly body fell to the ground, shaking the ground.

He lay flat on the hot concrete floor, motionless, expressionless, staring at the sky with blank eyes, and didn't even move his eyeballs.

It was as if someone had frozen him, and he didn't move a single part of his body.

Except for a heartbeat...

That look, it looks like... walking very peacefully?

"He...he wouldn't be..."

A female classmate covered her mouth in fear...

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