Chapter 27 (1/2)

Time flew by.

The number of people around him continued to decrease steadily.

Four hours later, only ten young men remained in the sword formation picture number eight, including Ding Hao, Zhang Fan, and Li Canyang. The others had either chosen to forfeit this round due to the unbearable pain, or fainted dead away and had been carried out of the formation.

Ding Hao was starting to feel the strain.

As time ticked by, the pressure within this formation had also gradually increased. At this point in time, it was already close to ten times more than the beginning.

Zhang Fan was clearly doing his best to hang on. His entire body was covered in sweat droplets that were as big as soybeans and his normal features had contorted themselves into a hideous visage due to the intense pain. His lips were almost destroyed from all that biting down on them and streams of dark red blood flowed down from his lips to his chest. His palms were planted firmly on the ground to support him and his entire body shook unsteadily as he continued to bear the unthinkable pain.

Ding Hao and Zhang Fan were the only two out of the ten remaining partic.i.p.ants that did not use magic to resist this pressure.

Even Li Canyang’s handsome face, which had been a picture of relaxation earlier, was now contorted in pain. His white robe was also soaked through with sweat and the sky blue faint glow from his body flickered in and out as he relied on Qi to resist this pressure.

This was the moment where the true test of perseverance began.

Under such tremendous pressure, every minute and second felt like an invisible small knife was slicing off the flesh from one’s body. This was as though one was experiencing slow death by dismemberment and the pain was indescribable. A moment of weakness in one’s willpower would likely result in that person fainting.

“Thud!”

One young man in the corner was finally unable to bear it any longer and fainted.

15 minutes later.

“Thud!”

“Thud!”

Another four young men fainted.

After another 30 minutes, only Ding Hao, Li Canyang and Zhang Fan remained in sword formation picture number eight.

At this point in time, Ding Hao was experiencing intense pain.

Something had changed within the sword formation picture and now in addition to the huge pressure they had to bear, they faced an added pressure in the form of an aura that seemingly belonged to an expert martial artist permeated the area and affected one’s soul. This pain far surpa.s.sed the torture of dismemberment by a thousand or even ten thousand times. It was just like the legendary sea of bitterness in h.e.l.l, and those without enough willpower might even lose their minds when placed in such a situation!

“Didn’t expect that…I’d still…lose…..lose to you!”

Nearby, Li Canyang whose eyes had been tightly shut suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight at Ding Hao, full of unwillingness to lose. Then, his body suddenly swayed and fresh blood spurted from his mouth before he fainted dead away.

It turned out that this scheming young master of Xiyang Town had already noticed Ding Hao and had been secretly trying to compete with him all this time.

Unfortunately, he was not able to hold on and finally lost to Ding Hao.

Immediately, four third-generation disciples rushed in and carried the unconscious Li Canyang out of the formation.

Ding Hao shook his head.

He had not expected that Li Canyang had treated him like someone he had to surpa.s.s.

It seemed like his extraordinary performance earlier had aroused the attention of many talents.

Ding Hao was about to reach the end of his tether.

Up until now, he had not used his Qi but relied purely on his physical strength to make it this far. Just as he was about to exert his Qi to alleviate some of the pressure, his gaze suddenly focused on Zhang Fan.

This young man who was a hunter had almost transformed into a blood person.

His sweat had been replaced by drops of blood which oozed from every pore of his body. It gathered to form a b.l.o.o.d.y river that spread itself like paste all over his body. If not for the fact that his body still trembled slightly, his chest heaved with labored breathing and that his eyes still flickered, one would have a.s.sumed that he had already fainted.