Chapter 112: Flame Forging (2/2)

“It’s only a quarter of an hour. It’s twelve hours!” Chen Hao gritted his teeth and said, “Only a quarter of an hour, as long as you hold on for another quarter of an hour, you will be able to break the record!”

Shiqi asked in disbelief, “Really?”

Chen Hao saw the hope in front of him in Shiqi’s eyes.

“When did I lie to you?”

“Hmm…” The Crimson Blood Devil Sword slowly moved towards the black stone pillar!

However, Chen Hao did not shoot the stone pillar. He felt that Shiqi’s had stopped on the edge of collapse, and then his soul was swelling violently. After surging to a certain extent, it suddenly began to compress, and his soul seemed to have become stronger!

However, the impurity in the soul could not be removed, and it mixed with Shiqi’s soul, which was absorbed by the forceful breakthrough last time, coming from the soul fragments and their resentment.

At the forty-third hour, Shiqi briefly recovered his will, and his lungs were slowly healing.

“How long is there?”

“Half a quarter of an hour left!”

“Hmm… Lord Sword Spirit, did you say that the martial artist who lasted for twelve hours in the flame forging room last time was very strong? I admire him a little bit now!”  Shiqi was a little soberer this time.

“He is absolutely strong, and maybe he has become a powerful general or a top master of the famous family!”

This time, his soul did not continue to grow stronger but quickly languished.

“Lord Sword Spirit, how long is it?”

“A quarter of an hour is left!”

“…”

Just after Chen Hao’s words were finished, the heart-tempering step in the flame forging room began, and Shiqi screamed. His strength was gone.

At the forty-third hour, Chen Hao had a strong sense of urgency. Even he was a little confused…How long does Shiqi need to hold on? Can he survive?

“Lord Sword Spirit, how long is there left?”

“An eighth quarter of an hour!”

“…”

Not long after Shiqi lost consciousness, the flame in the flame forging room disappeared, and the temperature began to drop. The spraying of the liquid medicine continued to repair Shiqi’s body.

Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief. It should be time! It’s all over!

Shiqi’s body had just been repaired. He looked at the Crimson Blood Devil Sword and asked, “How long has it been?”

“You have persisted for a full forty-four hours. You have set a new record and increased the record to more than three times. Lord Sword Spirit Chen Hao said gratifyingly, “It makes future generations desperate, boy, I am proud of you. You are definitely one of the best swordmasters I have ever seen!”

Shiqi said while lying on the ground, forgetting the ceiling, “But, I remember, I seem to have only insisted on about twelve hours!”

“Yes, when you asked me the time last time, it was only one-eighth of an hour to twelve hours, but I did not expect that after twelve hours, the next thirty-two hours, you kid, endure it!”

“I’m so powerful?”

Shiqi thought hard, and he could only remember some broken memories when he was dizzy–the only thing he could think of was the unbearable burning pain. And some sporadic conversations with the Lord Sword Spirit.

It’s like having a long nightmare! After waking up, he almost couldn’t remember anything. Only a feeling of fear still lingers in his heart.

“Have you remembered?”

“Almost… almost, I couldn’t remember it!”

“If you can’t remember, that’s great!”

To be honest, Shiqi grew up too fast, even if many facts had proved that he was a trustworthy person for a long time, but Chen Hao still had some concerns.