Chapter 90: Body Ignition (1/2)
Chapter 90: Body Ignition
“Near death? A special method combining breathing and self-hypnosis? It must be very amazing!” Ayrin immediately became excited. “Teacher Minlur, what should we do, please teach us!”
“You… A method using the edge of death to forcibly stimulate as much of your potential as possible, aren’t you scared of it?” Moss looked at Ayrin, speechless, his face paling in spite of himself.
“How is it, are you afraid, brave warrior?”
Minlur looked at Moss and laughed. “Haha, this is indeed a ultimate strength only true brave warriors dare to pursue!”
“Since it’s only an arcane method and not really dying, then why would I be afraid.” Ayrin turned around and looked at Moss. “Moss, don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little thing like that?”
Moss suddenly felt ashamed. He shouted, depressed, “Since even you aren’t afraid, what would I be afraid of!”
“Very well, with both your special bloodlines, your stamina reserves are much higher than ordinary people. When the time comes, the strength you release will certainly be very good, haha.” Minlur laughed, excitement written all over his face. “In this case, let’s start right now!”
“Come, hold your breaths! You two, you’re not allowed to breathe!”
“No matter how uncomfortable you feel at first, whether you feel you’re really about to die or not, you absolutely can’t breathe before I let you!”
“Can’t breathe?” Moss still wanted to ask something, but seeing Ayrin beside him obediently close his mouth and immediately pinch his nose, he swallowed down his question and obeyed as well.
“Mhm mhm, your bodies are really much stronger than ordinary people. Three minutes, can you feel this warm-up?”
On the side, Minlur held a few small hourglasses and measured the time, laughing bold and loud all the while. His teaching style was entirely different from the calm and mild Carter.
“Warm-up?” Moss’ face was already flushed red from lack of air. When he heard Minlur’s laughter, he felt the urge to spit out blood.
He could already feel his vision go black again and again. His chest felt like a dried desert where grains of sands rubbed against each other. Countless ants seemed about to drill out from his muscles to breathe out fresh air. This sensation was already extremely uncomfortable.
So much so that he would rather Ayrin beat him up again instead of suffering such an uncomfortable feeling.
“So uncomfortable! I wonder how many minutes teacher Minlur can persevere for!”
Ayrin also started to feel frantic from the uncomfortable feeling.
Time flowed by, minute after minute, second after second.
“I can’t do it anymore! I’m going to die! I’m really going to choke to death at this rate!”
Moss felt his vision go thoroughly black, golden stars filling his brain. His chest felt as if it’d split into countless pieces. He couldn’t bear it any longer, and subconsciously let go of the hand pinching his nose, about to roar, about to breathe as if his life depended on it.
“You can’t, it’s not enough yet.”
Minlur shook his head the moment Moss let go of his hand. His hand shot out a speed difficult to imagine and immediately clutched Moss’ throat.
All the muscles in Moss’ neck shrank in his clutch. Even when his nose recovered its freedom, he still couldn’t breathe in any fresh air, couldn’t make any noise.
A violent terror started to pervade Moss’ body.
This terror was many many times stronger than the fear when facing a formidable enemy.
Moss even felt as if countless blocks of ice were melting inside him; his body shivered from head to toe, started to sink, started to fall into a bottomless abyss.
He had no idea how much time went by when a voice came to his ears, seemingly from the sky.
“Now’s more or less good enough.”
A tremendous “boom” even went off in his mind. Fresh air gushed into his nose like a broken dam.
“Ah!”
He howled miserably, as if he escaped from hell.
“Very good, worthy of a special snowflake Liszt took a fancy to. It seems you really have the potential to learn the secret skill “Gate of Life” in the future!” Minlur’s attention was entirely focused on Ayrin at this time.
Ayrin’s body was trembling nonstop. His face was already purple, but he still persevered!
“I can’t! Teacher Minlur hasn’t told me to stop yet! I can’t give up!
“Bastard! I can’t concede defeat!
“I won’t believe I can’t endure on!”
Ayrin’s vision had already gone black, but his roars still echoed nonstop inside his mind.
“This guy Ayrin, he’s actually still persevering?”
After Moss breathed roughly for a spell, as if his life depended on it, and finally recovered his clarity of mind, he saw Ayrin still holding his breath and looking as if he truly were going to topple and die at any moment. Yet his body actually radiated a desperate vigor. Moss suddenly felt ashamed, wishing nothing better than to dig a hole in the ground and drill himself inside.
“Alright! You can breathe now!”
With a feverish voice, Minlur directly stretched his hand out and slapped away Ayrin’s hand covering his nose.
“How is it, did I succeed?”
Ayrin breathed in big gulps, and asked immediately the moment he recovered his clarity of mind, “Teacher Minlur, how long did I persevere for?”
“Twenty three minutes. You actually managed to persevere for so long without going through any meticulous training, just directly holding your breath. The innate gifts of your body, your capacity to endure, there really isn’t any difference with dragon bloodlines.” Minlur couldn’t resist shaking his head. “Apart from dragon bloodlines, there’s no other bloodline with such a formidable ability to endure, in my opinion.”
Moss felt very ashamed when he remembered that he himself persevered for ten minutes at most. A thought arose in his mind in spite of himself: “This guy shouldn’t be really from some mysterious dragon bloodline, right?”