Chapter 202: Devil Training (Part 2)

Half an hour after Long Er had just fallen asleep, Nie Feng arrived in his room.

Looking at the soundly sleeping, exhausted-looking Long Er, Nie Feng felt a wave of amusement; it seemed Long Er had suffered quite a bit at the hands of Yun.

Nie Feng turned his head to look at the breakfast on the table; it had not been touched yet.

Nie Feng deliberately released his aura, and after Long Er sensed the danger, he woke up in an instant.

Seeing that it was Nie Feng, Long Er patted his chest and said:

"So it's you, Uncle Feng, you scared me to death."

Long Er suddenly thought of something, then asked:

"Uncle Feng, my next master wouldn't be you, would it?"

Nie Feng laughed:

"What do you think!"

"Hurry up and get up to eat your breakfast; I'm afraid you won't be able to handle what's coming if you're hungry."

After a half-hour nap, Long Er's mental state was much better, and he sprang up from the bed with a leap.

Long Er sat down at the table, and seeing the small bowl of white porridge and large meat buns, his appetite increased instantly; he ate a bite of bun and a sip of porridge, enjoying it thoroughly.

Having eaten his fill, Long Er lay back on the chair contentedly, and Nie Feng laughed:

"You just finished breakfast, so I'll give you the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn to digest; after that, we will continue your training."

For the first time, Long Er felt that the time it took for one stick of incense to burn passed so quickly.

Nie Feng stood up and looked at Long Er; Long Er stood up in cooperation and followed Nie Feng outside.

Their destination was clearly the Back Mountain again; it seemed the Back Mountain had become everyone's first choice for training Long Er.

Arriving at the Back Mountain, Nie Feng pointed to the gift he had prepared for Long Er earlier—Sandbags.

Nie Feng had spent late last night finding someone to make two-kilogram sandbags, all to give Long Er a surprise.

"Long Er, go and tie these sandbags to your legs."

"At first, we will take it slow; tie three bags to each leg. Once you have them on, we will begin today's training."

Long Er walked forward and, following the instructions, tied the sandbags to his legs.

After the appetizer from Bu Jingyun early this morning, Long Er now knew that no matter how he begged for mercy, it would be useless.

Since begging for mercy was useless, he could only grit his teeth and try hard to persist.

Seeing Long Er obediently tie the sandbags on, Nie Feng nodded with satisfaction.

Nie Feng sat cross-legged and began to explain the Wind God Leg to Long Er.

"The Wind God Leg is a leg technique that is extremely fast and exceptionally fierce."

"Its creator was San Jue Lao Ren, and back when I became a disciple of Xiongba, Xiongba passed it on to me."

"The Wind God Leg is divided into seven forms."

"The first form, Catching Wind and Grasping Shadows, focuses on Movement Technique; it is the introductory essence of the Wind God Leg. Those who master this form have speed as swift as a shooting star, leaving no shadow."

"The second form, Strong Grass in the Wind, not only attacks the enemy with extreme speed but also carries immense force, causing massive damage."

"The third form, Rainstorm Gale, features leg strikes that pour down like a rainstorm, with a momentum as fierce as a gale; this is the brilliance of Rainstorm Gale."

"The fourth form, Wind Rolls the Building Ruins, involves the body spinning rapidly, sweeping up everything in the surroundings to launch a fierce attack on the opponent."

"The fifth form, Divine Wind Howls in Anger; the fury of the Divine Wind is unstoppable."

"The sixth form, Thunderous and Swift as Wind, is the most powerful move in the Wind God Leg; its force is like thunder, and its speed is like the wind, making it hard for anyone to contend with."

"The seventh form is called Unrivaled in the World; this form emphasizes the word 'fast.' Speed to the extreme turns directly into a gust of wind, leaving one nowhere to be found."

"Those who master the Wind God Leg to perfection can go anywhere in this world, and no one can keep you."

"Long Er, next I will demonstrate the inner cultivation method and moves of the Wind God Leg for you; you must watch clearly."

"If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me, but I hope you don't have to."

"Every person has their own view on martial arts, so I hope you do not blindly imitate me; you must comprehend a Wind God Leg that suits you based on your own ideas."

Nie Feng rose from the ground like a coiled dragon ascending to the heavens, demonstrating the Wind God Leg to Long Er while simultaneously teaching him the inner cultivation method.

"Long Er, did you see clearly?"

Nie Feng asked after finishing the demonstration.

Long Er nodded and replied:

"I have memorized it all, Uncle Feng."

"Good. Next, you will use the Wind God Leg inner cultivation method to channel your True Qi into your legs."

"Pay attention: use force from both legs, from the bottom up!"

"My requirement for you is very simple: just run ten laps around this flat ground today."

Nie Feng said casually, pointing to the surrounding flat ground.

Long Er looked at the surrounding flat ground and couldn't help but roll his eyes; was running ten laps around this flat ground called simple?

This flat ground was at least seven or eight hundred meters per lap; if he ran ten laps with these sandbags tied on, his feet would be ruined.

Long Er knew that since Nie Feng and the others had already spoken, they certainly wouldn't change their minds.

With no way to avoid it, Long Er began to circulate his energy according to the Wind God Leg inner cultivation method Nie Feng had just described.

For the first and second laps, Long Er relied on the decades of cultivation within his body and finished them without any pressure.

But that which is not cultivated by oneself is, in the end, merely an external object.

Starting from the third lap, Long Er began to slowly feel what it was like to have legs filled with lead.

"Long Er, what are you doing?"

"This is only the third lap; there are seven more to go. Hurry up and keep going."

Seeing that Long Er was starting to lose strength, Nie Feng encouraged him from the side.

Long Er gritted his teeth and continued to run at a steady pace.

Third lap!

Fourth lap!

Fifth lap!

……

Eighth lap!

By the time he reached the ninth lap, Long Er could no longer feel his legs; he was now running entirely on bodily instinct.

Long Er's clothes were already thoroughly soaked with sweat, and his face was wet as well, though it was unclear whether it was sweat or tears.

But Long Er still relied on his Willpower to finish the ninth lap.

When he reached the tenth lap, Long Er collapsed to the ground; he had absolutely no strength left to run this final lap.

Sweat had long since flowed into the Sandbag on his legs; the originally twelve-kilogram Sandbag had reached fifteen kilograms from being soaked in sweat.

An exhausted body combined with the heavier Sandbag meant Long Er simply had no strength left to continue running.

Through Long Er's performance, Nie Feng also saw that Long Er's limit was nine laps.

But Nie Feng did not intend to let Long Er off just like that; possessing the several decades of cultivation of Tenggenier, Long Er's limit should be far beyond nine laps, and he wanted to force Long Er to his limit.

"Long Er, do you still want to walk the jianghu and act with chivalry and righteousness!

Do you still want to find that group of people who hunted you and your mother down back then and killed your mother? Do you want to kill your enemies with your own hands?

If you still want to accomplish these things, then give me the effort to stand up and finish this last lap."

Kneeling on the ground, Long Er heard Nie Feng's words and thought of the situation when he and his mother were hunted down back then, and thought of his mother's appearance before she died; he instantly gained motivation.

He had never told Nie Feng and the others about the hatred in his heart, but as people who had been through it themselves, how could Nie Feng and the others not see the hatred in his heart?

Long Er used his hands to slowly prop himself up; after standing up and shouting with all his might, he continued to run forward slowly.

This lap was especially long for Long Er; he fell to the ground countless times, but each time he climbed back up through sheer, tenacious Willpower.

After falling and climbing up countless times, Long Er was finally about to reach the finish line.

Ten meters before the finish line, Long Er truly had no strength left to stand.

Dragging his numb legs, he slowly ran toward the finish line just like that.

It took Long Er a full stick of incense's time to cover the short distance of ten meters.

"Uncle Feng, I finished!"

After Long Er used his last bit of strength to say this, he fainted.

Nie Feng said with satisfaction:

"Uncle Feng saw it, you are great, Long Er."

Nie Feng picked up Long Er, and after channeling some True Qi into him, he carried Long Er to Long Er's room.

Inside the room, Nie Feng had already arranged for a maid to prepare hot water.

After taking off Long Er's soaked clothes, he slowly placed Long Er into the water.

Nie Feng had the maid add several types of medicinal herbs to the water; these herbs could help Long Er invigorate his blood and dispel stasis, helping him recover as quickly as possible.

Back then, after he finished practicing the Wind God Leg, he would soak in a medicinal barrel for an hour each time, and after a good sleep, he would be full of vigor.

At this moment, Duan Fengyun opened the door and entered; seeing Long Er lying motionless in the water, Duan Fengyun felt a pang of heartache.

"Feng, how was Long Er's performance!"

"Long Er performed very well, it's just that he is exhausted and fainted; after soaking in the Medicinal Bath and getting some sleep, he will be fine."

Nie Feng replied.

After confirming that Long Er was fine, Duan Fengyun left, because he knew that if he felt too much heartache for Long Er, it would actually harm him.

Nie Feng watched Duan Fengyun leave without a word; he knew that Duan Fengyun must be having a hard time right now as well.

After soaking in the water for half an hour, Long Er let out a groan of relief.

He was awake!

Seeing Long Er wake up, Nie Feng stood up and said:

"Long Er, this Medicinal Bath is something I prepared specifically for you.

From now on, after practicing the Wind God Leg, you must come in and soak for an hour; this will greatly alleviate your exhaustion.

Back then, this is what I relied on when I practiced the Wind God Leg; if you don't want to suffer from hidden ailments in the future, you must do as I say.

You have already soaked for half an hour; you can get up after soaking for another half hour.

I have already had the maid place your food and dishes on the table, and the afternoon training will start at the Shen hour.

After you eat lunch, you can have a comfortable sleep.

I'm leaving now, see you tomorrow."

After saying this, Nie Feng left.

Long Er looked at his legs, then closed his eyes and continued to soak comfortably in the Medicinal Bath.

He knew that this period of time would be the most carefree days he would have in the future, and he had to cherish it well.

Half an hour later, Long Er put on the clothes that had been prepared for him and sat down at the table, beginning to wolf down his food.

Sure enough, everything tastes good when you are hungry; Long Er had never felt that the food at the Dragon Gate was so delicious before.

After eating four large bowls of rice, Long Er touched his belly in satisfaction.

After resting for a short while, Long Er lay directly on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Comfortable times like this were few and far between, and he had to cherish them well.

As the Wei hour was about to end, Long Er's third teacher slowly arrived at Long Er's room.

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