Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

Yanqing couldn't understand it; he couldn't understand it at all. His new move, which he had only practiced a little over ten minutes ago, was already obsolete?

"How could this be... Why is my proudest technique so fragile?"

BYD's numerical inflation caused him to lose face and all his arrogance with this one sword strike.

The next time he develops a new technique, he will never boast about it arrogantly. Because if his second master finds out, he will take countermeasures.

And then this miserable state appeared.

He looked helplessly at the cold blade in his left hand and the array knife in his right, and began to think of a solution.

He roughly understood; his second master was now teaching him the importance of keeping a low profile.

But he knew that even if he understood, he couldn't say it out loud; that's what it means to be low-key.

"Is this the move you're so proud of? I've seen your problem; you need greater power. Moves and techniques are essentially about maximizing energy utilization. If you want to shatter the wing powder in front of you, it's simple: break through the surface with a single point."

"Now you know your weaknesses, right? That's right, your task today is to adapt to 8000 times the gravity within two hours, and then have a real fight with the previous doomsday beast."

"Huh?" Yanqing suddenly remembered that he had signed up for an intensive course.

Is your child getting bullied in fights? Is your child repeatedly losing duels? In just seven days, the Monsoon Crash Course will allow your child to easily become a swordsman.

General Shenli was still on his way, and he was already thinking about Yanqing's situation.

(A few minutes later...)

"Ugh...so heavy..." The feeling of being half-dead became even stronger. He had already adapted to 800 times the gravity, but now he was suddenly subjected to 8000 times the gravity.

The feeling of his sternum cracking and his heart pounding wildly surged through him.

The pain in my limbs and bones was unbearable, as if I had been struck by a giant elbow for 24 hours.

Hua Wu looked at Yan Qing's half-closed eyes and thought to himself, "This won't do. What's the point of practicing if he's asleep? He'll be more effective when he's awake."

"Yanqing, are you going to fall asleep comfortably?"

Yanqing's eyes widened instantly. He couldn't fall asleep like this. "Yanqing wouldn't dare."

Looking at this scene, Hua Wu suddenly had an idea, recalling a certain scene, "Alright, to keep you sober, let's do some math. What is 123 - 7?"

"Uh...116"

Without giving Yanqing a chance to think, Hua Wu asked the next question, "What is 116 + 78?"

Yanqing was starting to feel dizzy and lightheaded. "194..."

"Your math skills are pretty good. What is 1000 - 149?"

“Uh…851.......”

The ultimate torture, the random addition and subtraction of stones.

The dual trial of soul and body—if she could do it all over again, Yanqing would never have enrolled in that "Tiger Brand" crash course. What difference is there between that and courting death?

Time lost its meaning at this moment; all that remained for Yanqing were the equations in her mind, from addition and subtraction to multiplication and division, from fractions to decimals and then to remainders.

Yanqing felt inexplicably clear-headed. The feeling of doing math problems under high pressure was like dropping ping-pong balls on his electrocardiogram.

"Teacher, how much longer until I can train to become the person you expect me to be?"

Hua Wu said leisurely, "When the chickens of Luofu have finished pecking at the rice of Luofu, and the Di Ting of Luofu has finished eating the noodles of Luofu, then you will have mastered your divine skills."

"Huh?" How could Yanqing not understand? What did this mean? It meant that he had no chance in this lifetime, no chance of reaching the level his second master required.

Hua Wu frowned slightly. "Why is it this word again? How should I say it?"

Yanqing instantly remembered that slogan, "I want to! I can do it! I'm capable!"

"Okay, now stand up against 8000 times the force of gravity."

In this situation, Yanqing might not even be able to lift her arm.

He struggled incessantly, like an old man on his deathbed.

He finally managed to roll over, and he slowly propped himself up, clearly hearing his bones making a "crackling" sound.

His bracelet was constantly emitting a green light, which was the so-called pushing the body to its limit. As long as it didn't explode instantly, it proved that the body could withstand it.

As long as you can handle it, then practice like crazy. After all, you have the life to protect yourself.

It's like using the Kaioken technique at 20x speed in a spring. You can't die, you simply can't die, your health bar just keeps jumping around.

After a long hour and a half, Jing Yuan arrived at the battlefield.

As soon as Jing Yuan entered, he saw Yan Qing doing push-ups on the floor. "Ji Feng, stop. What are you teaching him?"

The strawberry soda in Hua Wu's hand swayed as he casually said, "How to survive in an environment with 8000 times the gravity, and how to kill the Doomsday Beast with one strike after adapting."

Chapter 135 Yanqing: Eight thousand times stronger? Then...

Upon hearing the description, Jing Yuan's blood pressure soared. Wasn't this just treating Yan Qing like a monster to be trained?

"Monsoon! What kind of training method is this?! What are you training us for?!"

Hua Wu remained nonchalant, saying, "I'm training Yan Qing. In seven days, you give me a good prospect, and I'll give you a good swordsman."

“Look, Jingyuan. You have a good apprentice. Even under the pressure of 8000G, he did not collapse. He is still persevering. Once he adapts to this power, he can become the sword master he wants to be.”

"I reckon he's practically worn out the sword techniques you taught him. Is it any use for him to keep practicing them? Let me tell you, no. Or rather, the effect is negligible. Think about how your master developed his swordsmanship. It wasn't learned through practice, it was earned through killing."

"Do you understand? Since the swordsmanship of the founding father was all forged in battle, why should we practice it rigidly? Swordsmanship needs to be applied flexibly, so I arranged an opponent for him that he can defeat with effort."

Jing Yuan was baffled by this reasoning. After thinking about it carefully, he realized it made sense. His master's swordsmanship was indeed forged on the battlefield.

"No, that's not the reason you made Yanqing fight the Doomsday Beast."

Hua Wu shook his head. "Jing Yuan, do you want the sword hilt... or a vase idling around in the Shence Prefecture? If you want the latter, then take him back." After saying that, Hua Wu turned his back.

Jing Yuan remained silent for a moment. Just as he was about to take Yan Qing back, Yan Qing stood up and said to Jing Yuan:

“General, I think I can do it. I don’t want to be just a pretty face by your side. I just want to prove to you that I haven’t let you down and haven’t been lazy.”

Yanqing's arm veins bulged as he showed the bracelet to Jingyuan.

"I also have to thank my second master's bracelet... Whenever I wanted to give up because of difficulties, it would give me strength and allow me to continue training."

"I believe that I will be completely transformed in seven days."

Yanqing's gaze became incredibly resolute at this moment, and a light seemed to flicker in his eyes.

Jing Yuan's expression was complicated, and his thoughts were even more complicated.

"Yanqing, are you sure you want to choose this path?"

Yanqing looked at Jingyuan and he had already guessed it. It was obvious that the training he was facing would eventually lead to him becoming like Jingyuan.

"General... there are no outsiders here. Your changes... forgive me for daring to guess... this isn't a blessing bestowed during a hunting trip, is it? Ever since my second master returned... I've noticed that the word 'power' has been constantly appearing in my life."

"And your physical body further confirms Yanqing's idea. This power... Master must have undergone the trial of Second Master, right? Otherwise, Yanqing cannot figure out the reason behind it."

Upon hearing this, Hua Wu exclaimed, "Truly a genius! To still be thinking about such things under these circumstances!" "Oh, so you mean you were thinking about this while doing calculations? Interesting. We'll increase the amount next time."

Upon hearing this, Jing Yuan realized that his apprentice was already in a terrible state. If things continued like this, his apprentice might turn into compressed biscuits in seven days.

"Monsoon, that's enough. This kind of forced growth... shouldn't happen."

Facing Jing Yuan's reprimand, Hua Wu remained unconcerned. "Pulling up seedlings to help them grow? I prefer to call it unleashing potential. Cough cough... Damn, how did I become just like that fat old man pretending to be young?"

Yanqing clenched her fists. "Forcing growth... General! Yanqing should have grown up long ago, shouldn't she? The situation is volatile now. With more strength, Yanqing can share more of the General's worries."

Jing Yuan couldn't find a way to refute it. After all, his disciple himself had no objections, so how could he force his disciple?

Upon hearing this, Hua Wu thought, "This kid is teachable. Well said. Lion, don't worry, give me a good seedling, and I'll give you a good swordsman."

“But…” Jingyuan was still worried.

"There are no 'buts'. You yourself are the best proof. When you're bored, you can punch your god."

Jing Yuan departed silently, like a weathered old man...

That broad figure seemed to shrink slightly at this moment, carrying with it a sense of loneliness...

"It seems you've adapted to gravity. Lower the gravity. Then I'll have the Doomsday Beast fight you."

"Second Master, why so suddenly?"

Hua Wu said in a serious tone, "Because this is a crash course, if you can't become the Sword Master within a week, I'll chop you down to become the Sword Master. After all, I've already made that boast."

Yanqing: ......

Before Yanqing could adjust the multiplier, the Doomsday Beast suddenly appeared and then unleashed a breath attack on him.

"Ah!!! Huh? It doesn't hurt?" Normally, Yanqing would have rolled 1080 degrees on the ground and then just opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and went AFK to collect her welfare.

Yan Qing's confidence soared, and the array blade in his hand was encased in ice, slowly condensing into a giant sword.

"With conviction as our weapon, we shatter evil and delusion, cleave stars and split the moon, and send the cold wind piercing through valleys."

The sword grew with his unwavering belief, and within seconds, his giant sword reached several thousand meters in length, far surpassing its previous size of a dozen meters.

He wielded a giant sword and brought it down with a thunderous roar, "Cold Wind Cuts Through Rivers!"

"boom----"

Like a shattered mirror, the sword disintegrated. When the smoke and dust cleared...

A huge crack appeared in the head of the Doomsday Beast, and it roared in resentment as its claws, imbued with antimatter, swung toward Yan Qing.

Yanqing was in a state like a war god at this moment. After being relieved of the gravity, he felt as if he had been reborn.

Boundless power was erupting from every part of their body, and their strength, perception, and reaction were surging wildly! A tremendous surge! A dramatic increase!!!

At that moment, he felt a million times stronger than before, and he became arrogant, his so-called humility vanishing instantly.

As the claw swung, Yanqing's figure shattered into frost.

"Too slow." Yan Qing had appeared in front of the Doomsday Beast at some point, looking at its obvious weakness.

Yanqing had no reason not to blast it away at that moment.

"Sea transgression peak!"

The giant sword reappeared and, as it condensed, plunged into its core, causing ripples of blue energy to spread within it. The core then extinguished with a muffled thud.

"It really is a crash course. This rate of growth... is more than a hundred times faster than before. If eight thousand times is enough to make someone this strong..."