Cruel Training (2)

Upon hearing Fanxin, Fan Xin's expression immediately changed drastically. This guy actually wanted his body?

After his expression changed, Fanxin immediately fell into deep thought. After a moment of careful consideration, he returned to normal.

The reason his expression returned to calm so quickly was because there was still an incredibly powerful entity residing in his mind. If the Blood King wanted to take over his body, he had to first control his mind. If he couldn't control it, he wouldn't be able to control his body at will.

However, once he attacks the brain, he will inevitably encounter that terrifying Giant Dragon. In the end, whether he will succeed is uncertain. Therefore, he doesn't need to worry too much.

"Alright, you can suggest how to train!" Fanxin nodded calmly, then said to the Blood King.

He was very interested in the Blood King's training methods because he also needed to train himself to become stronger. Therefore, he decided to directly participate in the Blood King's training. In this way, he could both buy time and learn new skills—a win-win situation. Naturally, he was willing to do it.

"Hmm, you're willing to give your body to me?" The Blood King paused for a moment upon hearing this, then asked.

He didn't believe Fanxin was a fool; if he took over Fanxin's body, Fanxin would die! However, Fanxin's eagerness puzzled him.

"Hehe, of course not. If you want my body, you'll have to come and take it yourself. There's no such thing as a free lunch. You've lived this long, don't you understand that?" Fanxin Xin grinned and said.

He wouldn't just give in obediently, without any resistance; that's not his style. His style is to fight to the bitter end, even if it means death.

The Blood King wanted his body, so naturally he came to fight for it. He wouldn't let his guard down during the struggle, unless his soul was destroyed, rendering him unable to resist.

"Hehe, of course I understand." The Blood King chuckled upon hearing this.

Suddenly, he made his move with incredible speed, hurling thousands of crimson blood clots that blocked all of Fanxin's escape routes. Fanxin's expression changed; he hadn't expected the Blood King to suddenly attack.

It was too late for him to stop it. More than a dozen blood clots pierced his body, causing him excruciating pain and making him gasp for breath several times.

The remaining blood clots that missed him immediately turned back into the Blood King's hand and then disappeared.

"What is this?" Fanxin asked, puzzled.

"You want to know? Fine, since you're already under my control, I might as well tell you!"

The Blood King smiled and said, "This is a blood clot formed from my own blood. I am a user of the Blood-Blood Fruit, which allows me to manipulate blood. When my blood enters someone else's body, it will absorb that blood. My main purpose in absorbing other people's blood is to control them."

He waved his hand, and a moment later, the dozen or so blood clots that had entered Fanxin's body rushed out and returned to his hand. He then stretched out his right hand and pressed down.

Fanxin couldn't understand what the Blood King meant at first, but after a moment, he understood.

As the Blood King pressed down with his right hand, he found his body involuntarily wanting to squat down. The more he resisted, the stronger the reaction force became. He was covered in sweat and finally couldn't help but squat down on the ground.

Then, the Blood King made a slapping gesture. Fanxin couldn't help but slap himself with his right hand as well, and he couldn't resist. In the end, he slapped himself five times.

Fanxin Xin was furious. This guy was making him torture himself. If this continued, he would be played to death.

"Heh, now you know my abilities?" the Blood King said. "You are now completely under my control. You can no longer resist me. Kid, stay here and train obediently. Once you've become stronger, then hand your body over to me."

"Hmph, you'll have to come and take it yourself. If you can't, there's nothing I can do." Fanxin said through gritted teeth, enduring the pain.

"You're quite stubborn, aren't you? Just you wait, I'll make you obey eventually," the Blood King said dismissively.

Afterwards, he let go of his Fanxin and began to train Fanxin.

The Blood King created three Blood Men, all composed of blood, and had them spar with Fanxin. These three were all extremely powerful, not much different from the Blood King's own strength.

Fanxin suffered many losses while sparring with them. However, even if he suffered losses, he had to persevere. The seawater had not yet reached the eighth layer, and he could not move rashly, otherwise, he would be killed by this madman.

His dream wasn't fulfilled yet, and he didn't want to die like this.

He endured the pain and sparred with three powerful blood-soaked figures. When he was knocked down, he would get up again and continue fighting. Fanxin couldn't remember how many times he had been defeated. His mind was already somewhat confused; he only knew how to fight, and he had no time to think about anything else.

The Blood King chuckled, stood up, and left, heading into the distance, his destination unknown.

The three bloodied figures surrounded Fanxin and beat him relentlessly, giving him no chance to Fanxin, as if they wanted to beat him to Fanxin.

Outside.

Ren Fang, Langyue, the Little Black Cat, and Xiaojin all gathered here.

Ren Fang, Langyue, and the Little Black Cat were all watching Xiaojin Jin. Xiaojin was the bridge between them and Fanxin. They couldn't see Fanxin, so they could only learn about Fanxin through Xiaojin.

"How is Fanxin, Xiaojin? Tell me quickly," Ren Fang asked anxiously.

Xiaojin opened his eyes, looked at Ren Fang, Langyue, and the Little Black Cat, and said, "Fanxin's condition is very bad. That guy called Blood King wants to take over Fanxin's body and then come out. However, because Fanxin's body is too weak right now, he hasn't acted immediately. He's training Fanxin, making Fanxin stronger step by step. His methods are outrageous; he created three blood figures that relentlessly attacked Fanxin, Fanxin was beaten terribly."

"What should we do? He didn't tell us what to do!" Langyue asked anxiously.

Upon hearing this, Xiaojin shook his head and said, "Fanxin didn't say anything. He only said one sentence: 'Do your own thing.' As for the rest, he didn't say anything else."

"What are we going to do? That Blood King seems incredibly powerful. We're no match for him, and neither are Fanxin. Even if we flood the ninth level with seawater, that guy might still find a way to deal with it. What will we do then?" Ren Fang asked, her brows furrowed.