My ability is immortal

Chapter 6 Is it Time?
"what…"

It was a soft moan, a muffled hum that seemed to be suppressing the pain, but accidentally let out.

The voice came from the wrecked training machine.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were drawn away from Han Mu.

It turned out that this was Guo Cong. After practicing footwork with ease for half an hour, his physical fitness gradually declined, and he was no longer as flexible as before.

He accidentally failed to keep up with the rhythm of the practice machine's light spot, stepped on the wrong position, and was punished.

A dazzling white lightning shot out from the fence post behind him, quickly hit his back, and then disappeared.

Under the sudden electric shock, Guo Cong didn't even have the slightest bit of defense, and he accidentally groaned.

At the same time, his originally steady pace was disturbed by this, and he stepped on the wrong step again.

Then, another bolt of lightning struck from the top of his right side, landed on his shoulder, and spread throughout his body as quickly as lightning.

It was a feeling of pain in the numbness, and the taste was very sour.

Guo Cong suddenly felt as if struck by lightning, his whole body seemed to be paralyzed, his hands and feet were not so agile.

So, he stepped on the wrong step again.

A bolt of lavender lightning hit his left thigh, chilling his crotch.

"Oh ho ho ho..."

Guo Cong immediately bared his teeth, his face gradually distorted, his heart felt cold, and he almost cursed.

But he also reacted at this time, knowing that he must keep up with the pace so as not to be struck by lightning again.

So he forcibly held back the urge to curse, and quickly adjusted, and after being shocked again, he finally kept up with the rhythm again.

The lightning disappeared, and the cage seemed to be back to normal again.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of the onlookers outside the arena.

Everyone could see Guo Cong's body trembling from being shocked, and his distorted face.

This taste is very sour and refreshing, right?
Humans are emotional animals, and it is easy for them to change their concepts rapidly because of different perspectives on one thing.

Therefore, many people's eyes have changed again.

"Han Mu's ability is actually... a bit harsh!"

A small board inch seemed to empathize with him, and said with emotion.

"It's okay, only when there is pressure will there be motivation. If there is no punishment, then you can just sit down and rest when you are tired. This prop is useless."

The classmate next to him thought about it.

"That's right, I can still accept it." Bancun nodded.

"If you can hold it back, it's healing; if you can't hold it back, it's depression."

"It's only this level, how can you not bear it? If you can't bear it, then you don't need to practice anymore."

Discussions gradually started to spread around. Although many students felt that this had a little bit of "punishment" meaning, they still felt that they could bear it.

If that's all, they are willing to let Han Mu heal.

In the noisy discussion, another 10 minutes passed.

Suddenly, another howl sounded.

It was still Guo Cong's voice, this time it was a little louder than before.

Everyone focused their attention and saw Guo Cong's body trembling from the shock, but slightly stiff, and his clothes soaked in sweat.

At this time, Guo Cong felt that his physical strength was almost exhausted, and his legs and feet were a little immobile.

It's like being filled with lead, it's extremely heavy, every move is much more strenuous than before, and it consumes more physical energy.

Not surprisingly, he stepped on the wrong foot again.

So, he was fondly stroked by Lightning again... and nearly ten times in a row.

"Hiss... oh... it hurts..."

Guo Cong felt that the electric shock was getting stronger and stronger, and the pain was unbearable.

Grinning his teeth, his distorted face looked a little perverted.

He couldn't take it anymore, and shouted at Han Mu outside the cage:

"Han Mu, it should have been an hour?"

Outside the cage, Han Mu leisurely opened the system panel and took a look, then said calmly:
"Where is this going? It's only four and ten minutes!"

"what!!!"

Guo Cong roared, his eyes widened in disbelief.

He clearly felt that he had danced for almost a year, how could it be only four or ten minutes?
Is there a problem with the passage of time in this cage?

"Keep going, you can do it."

Han Mu shook his fist at him, with encouragement written all over his face.

Guo Cong: "..."

The girl he had a crush on outside was still watching... He had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue spinning and jumping.

There are only 10 minutes left, if you persist, he will definitely be able to do it!

After being shocked a few times again, Guo Cong regained his rhythm and continued to practice.

Outside the arena, more people's eyes changed.

They looked at Guo Cong who was exhausted physically and mentally, but still insisted on continuing, and they began to doubt themselves:
"This intensity, I... I should be able to bear it?"

"I'm stronger than Guo Cong, so I should be able to hold on?"

"I'm tired and electrocuted, but I'm a little scared, what should I do?"

"Fortunately, we are not the first to experiment..."

Amidst the discussion, another six or seven minutes passed.

There was a wailing sound in the cage.

Guo Cong was shocked again, his body was shaking slightly, his clothes were already soaked in sweat, his face was flushed, and he was panting heavily.

He felt that his physical strength had reached its limit, and he no longer had the extra strength to jump, and he just wanted to lie flat on the spot and rest.

"Shouldn't it be time this time?"

Guo Cong yelled at Han Mu, and was shocked again during the yelling, almost rolling his eyes.

"Come on, come on, there are still twelve minutes."

Han Mu told him kindly and continued to encourage him.

"what!!!"

Guo Cong was about to collapse, and he doubted his life.

This time he felt that he danced for a century, why did it only take 8 minutes?

There must be something wrong with the passage of time in this cage!

Realizing that he still had a little bit of strength left, Guo Cong almost gritted his teeth and continued to hold on.

There's only twelve minutes left, and he's sure to do it!

2 minute later.

"Is it time now?" a roar came.

Han Mu spread his hands speechlessly: "emm... there are still 10 minutes..."

"what!!!"

"come on."

Guo Cong: "I @*#%!&..."

And so another 3 minutes passed.

"arrive?"

"No…"

"!"

"."

"...how about...let's do it this time, and practice next time?"

Guo Cong really felt that he was dying, his lips were trembling, and his mind was a little blank.

Fucking crush on girls, I just want to lie down and rest now.

"Han Mu, stop quickly and let me out!"

Guo Cong wanted to hold on to the fence to save some strength, but as soon as his hand touched the fence, a stronger current than before spread throughout his body, almost making his head smoke.

He shook his body violently and almost fell down.

Han Mu: "..."

He had no choice but to comfort Guo Cong:
"The time set by this training machine is set according to the limit of your body. If you persist, you will definitely be able to do it!"

"No, I specified that it's no good..."

Guo Cong replied weakly, he was on the verge of falling, and in a trance, he seemed to see a fairy in the sky waving and smiling at him.

Having said that, I don't know if it's because the remaining will is still persisting, or because the body has gotten used to practicing footwork.

He continued to spin and jump.

It is almost like jumping a few steps, and you will be shocked once.

And so on and on...

Until a crisp "beep" sounded, the blue light spots on the bottom of the Cultivation Machine disappeared, and the surrounding fences also gradually receded.

The practice is declared complete.

Guo Cong slumped down on his buttocks, lying flat in a large font.

And at this time, the eyes of the people eating melons around them completely changed!

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(End of this chapter)