I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 65 - 0 Wind Elephant Secret Martial Art Second Layer_1
Chapter 65: 065 Wind Elephant Secret Martial Art Second Layer_1
Chapter 65: 065 Wind Elephant Secret Martial Art Second Layer_1
“Let’s begin…”
Casio has now adjusted his condition to its best.
Without hesitation, he directly picks up the bottle and opens the cap.
A pungent smell instantly leaps out, reminiscent of the exhaust from a diesel truck in his previous life. It isn’t too unpleasant, but it certainly isn’t pleasant. Hesitating for a moment, he drinks it down in one gulp.
He doesn’t finish all of it, just half of it.
Casio smacks his lips, surprisingly, this pungent-tasting liquid is somewhat sweet. It doesn’t taste too bad and is quite smooth.
Exhaling a diesel-like odor, he takes a slight breath. Instantly, a hot feeling floods from his mouth, swiftly spreading down his esophagus towards his stomach.
Casio’s face reddens slightly as heat courses through his body. His back is covered in fine sweat beads, as is his forehead. In no time, his tight-fighting pants have been soaked through.
At this moment, he looks as if he’s undergone intense exercise for an entire afternoon. His skin is as red as a boiled lobster. Sweat beads fall like a broken thread, gradually dampening the ground around him.
The intense heat radiates from the surface of his body, causing thick white steam to slowly rise off him, which is particularly noticeable under the winter sun.
“Thump, thump, thump…”
Casio can clearly hear his heartbeat echoing from within his body, pounding like a drum. His atria are pumping blood faster than normal, propelling it to every corner of his body.
“Concentrate your mind, follow the Spike of the Elephant Soul Secret Technique from the first to the tenth continuously!” Casio recalls Lixia’s words from not long ago and Immediately begins to move.
Under the sun, in the quiet room. A tall, bare-chested young man is drenched in sweat and displaying all kinds of bizarre movements.
From dawn to noon, Casio meticulously adheres to Lixia’s teachings. He only rests three times in between.
Each time, he stops for five minutes to hydrate and recover his stamina.
The room is closed tightly, with only a small crack in the window letting in some air. The air is filled with the scent of sweat.
In a corner, the grey floor is repeatedly soaked and then dried. Salt is crystallizing in the crevices of the tiles.
At this moment, Casio is tip-toeing, his calf and thigh muscles tensing and trembling. His hands are clasped behind his back, his chest held high.
Exhaustion, heat, suffering….
These are the feelings that continually resurface in his mind.
But how can one make progress without enduring pain? He is already among the luckiest, fortunate enough to possess the Fire Oil, an auxiliary commodity for breaking through realms. Regular martial artists may have to strive desperately their entire lives and still not manage to make this leap.
Compared to them, how lucky Casio is! With this thought in mind, he maintains a steady mindset.
He continuously feels his fatigued body, looking for a sliver of an opportunity to break through among the chaotic sensations. Waiting for that spark of enlightenment!
With a creak, the door opens.
Lixia quietly walks in from outside. She carries a food box in her left hand and three big jars of salted clear water in her right hand.
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Without making a sound throughout, she silently places everything down, then picks up the empty jars from the corner and leaves.
Casio knows that at this critical moment, Teacher Lixia will guard the door until he either succeeds or fails.
After ten minutes, he exhales a breath of stale air and stops moving. After opening the window to let in fresh air, he uncovers the meal box and starts eating.
Even someone with an extraordinary physique such as his needs energy. In fact, secret martial artists may need even more food than regular people.
For a while, the quiet room is only filled with the sound of him chewing.
Due to muscle fatigue, Casio can barely hold onto the knife and fork. Luckily, his thumb and index finger are still functional, so he uses them to spear the chunks of sausage and eat them. After finishing the meal, he puts the food box in the corner, picks up a jar of salted water nearby and drains it in one go.
Casio walks slowly around the room for twenty minutes to relieve his tense muscles. He then sits cross-legged on the ground for ten minutes to rest.
After that, he started repeating the same routine as in the morning.
In this way, a whole day had passed. He attempted to break through this bottleneck at three different times; in the morning, in the afternoon, and in the evening.
Though he did not cross that threshold, Casio could vaguely sense he was one step closer to it, which was a good sign.
In the evening, he changed clothes and showered in preparation for sleep. The side effects of the fire oil had kicked in, making it utterly impossible for him to sleep.
After tossing and turning for an hour, Casio finally resorted to Lixia’s sleep-inducing hand knife. He promptly fainted as a sharp pain ran through his neck.
Upon waking the next morning, he recommenced the previous day’s regimen. The layer separating the first and second levels of Wind Elephant Secret Martial Art was inching closer, little by little.
By the third day, the bottleneck was painfully clear and seemed within arms reach.
By noon of the fourth day, Casio had settled into a contended state of meditation. His breathing was steady, his eyes were tightly shut, his head drooped slightly, and his chest rose and fell subtly.
He did not touch the food box or the saltwater placed next to him in the corner.
Lixia had come in once during this time but immediately withdrew when she saw his state. Leaving the supplies next to him, she decided to guard the door. She understood that Casio’s breakthrough moment had arrived.
No one could disturb him at this point!
Opportunities were fleeting.
In the quietness…
“Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump…”
“Huff, puff, huff, puff, huff…”
The only sounds came from his heartbeat and his breathing.
The two did not align. In the resting state of a healthy adult, there are twelve to twenty breaths per minute, with a ratio of one to four when compared to the pulse. But now, Casio’s rate of breathing increased gradually but his heartbeat slowly decreased.
Until at one point, the two synchronized entirely.
“Hss…”
An airy sound escaped from Casio’s nostrils.
Strangely enough, an unknown pressure enveloped him. His skin tightened, his breath grew labored, and his cheeks turned a shade of purplish-red.
There was a sharp pain in the left side of his chest area. It intensified with his heart beating like a drum, his muscles, and veins pulsating rhythmically, sending his blood into overdrive. Even though his heartbeat was slowing down, the power and speed of each blood squeeze had increased exponentially. His surrounding veins seemed on the verge of bursting.
His chest was overwhelmed to the point that it was producing abnormal sounds.
“Ugh!”
Casio forcefully spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood.
It seemed as if there was a slight noise of a door opening outside.
He spat out another mouth full of blood, and his clothes turned crimson, with the ground also splattered with drops.
After spitting out the two mouthfuls of blood, Casio felt much better.
Just as he was starting to relax, a muffled thunderbolt resonated within his ear.
“Boom!!”
His heart clenched violently, the thick blood surging out, rocketing into every vein in his body.
At that moment, Casio’s plight was incredibly horrifying. Drops of blood the color of red grapes oozed from his pores and hung from his skin.
They slid down his contoured muscles and trickled onto the ground.
