Chapter 822: Eurgh... (1/2)

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Tang Wulin could hear what he was saying, but was unable to muster up a reply. He didn't know how to reply, either. All he wanted to do was to direct all of the derogatory terms in the world toward this old b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

In the next instant, he slumped to the ground and fell unconscious.

Immediately thereafter, Old Demon Scourge appeared beside Old Demon Nightmare.

”Not bad at all! He's far more durable than I expected. The other two were half-dead after going for only two cycles, but this Tang Wulin lasted three cycles and he still had the energy to curse you three times in his heart just now. He's an exceptional prospect; we should increase the intensity of his training!”

During the next few days, Tang Wulin was almost constantly alternating between being unconscious and being tortured. As soon as he woke up, he would be dragged onto the aircraft by Old Demon Nightmare before being shown all types of extreme aerobatic maneuvers against his will.

After waking up for the second time, he no longer had anything left to throw up, but he was as nauseous as nauseous could be, and as dizzy as dizzy could be.

He finally understood what Nightmare had been when he'd referred to mental breakdown; Tang Wulin felt as if he were not far away from that point. If all of his predecessors had suffered through the same ordeals, then it was no surprise that the completion rate for this military training was so low.

After what seemed like an eternity, Tang Wulin suddenly discovered that he was able to prevent remain conscious throughout this grueling torture.

Much to his surprise, he discovered that his body had adapted. That's right, no matter what kind of extreme maneuvers the plane performed, he was able to ward off that sense of dizziness. He had already become accustomed to this, and he gradually developed a sense of direction in mid-air. He could see the ocean, he could see the sky, and no matter what maneuvers Old Demon Nightmare performed, he no longer felt nauseous anymore. Furthermore, his condition was steadily improving with every pa.s.sing flight, and he gradually began to enjoy this activity.

”Let's keep going, Old Demon Nightmare! Ohhh, I get it; you're an old fart, so you're too tired to continue!” Tang Wulin goaded in a vicious manner.

Old Demon Nightmare stuck his hands on his hips as he raised his eyebrows and flared his nostrils. ”You little rascal! Are you getting c.o.c.ky just because you're no longer fainting every two seconds? Why don't you fly the plane instead?”

”Me?” Tang Wulin faltered slightly upon hearing this. Flying on a plane as a pa.s.senger was definitely vastly different from actually flying the plane.

However, when Tang Wulin sat down on the pilot's seat and looked at the control panel, he wasn't fearful or apprehensive in the slightest. Instead, he was very calm and familiar with the sight that he was greeted by.

There was no way for him not to be familiar with these b.u.t.tons and shafts! Old Demon Nightmare was controlling them to torture him every single day, so the functions of these b.u.t.tons had already been cemented into his mind. He already knew what b.u.t.ton Old Demon Nightmare would press to achieve what kind of effect, and he knew what Old Demon Nightmare was about to do next just by the expressions on his face.

He pressed the b.u.t.tons in a slightly jerky manner as he prepared for takeoff. The sense of familiarity gradually grew more potent as he controlled the plane, and he pulled back the control shaft, causing the aircraft to slowly accelerate before rising into the air.

In the instant that the aircraft rose up into the sky, Tang Wulin felt as if he had grown a pair of wings. Not only was the sense of familiarity growing even more p.r.o.nounced, he felt as if he were a fish in water. All of the pain and suffering from the past few days transformed into elation in that moment. He reflexively pressed a few b.u.t.tons before pulling the control shaft all the way back, controlling the aircraft to perform a somersault in the air.

During the maneuver, the aircraft tremored slightly in an unsteady manner, and Tang Wulin hurriedly gripped onto the control shaft again, forcing the aircraft to complete the somersault.

Immediately thereafter came acceleration, and the aircraft flew up to a higher alt.i.tude. Under his control, the Skyglide 17 aircraft began to fly through the air.

He was able to pilot mechas, after all, and following the past few days of torture, the vertigo and nausea from flying were relics of the past to him. In this moment, the aircraft felt like an extension of his own body, and this was a fantastic feeling.

In the beginning, Tang Wulin's operation of the aircraft was slightly jerky, but his movements gradually became smoother and more refined, and his powerful physical const.i.tution really began to s.h.i.+ne through. Firstly, his hand speed was extremely quick, and secondly, his body had an extremely high degree of resistance to the impacts of flying. This allowed him to perform a series of extreme maneuvers using the aircraft.

Thus, the aircraft alt.i.tude fluctuated dramatically as it whizzed through the air like an agile little bird.

Tang Wulin loved the feeling of sharp acceleration following a somersault. It was an extremely freeing sensation, and he couldn't get enough of it.

When he finally landed the plane once again, he suddenly realized that he couldn't hear Old Demon Nightmare's voice beside him anymore. He turned to the co-pilot's seat, and much to his surprise, Old Demon Nightmare had already disappeared.

Within a cave.

”Eurgh...” Old Demon Nightmare was doubled over as he dry-retched over and over again while his body flickered between illusion and reality.