Frog Jump

Many people stared at Yi Yun, who had chosen two training outfits. It was truly astonishing. However, if Yi Yun couldn't even fit into them, it would be a huge joke.

Yi Yun pulled the black training uniform over his head and then slipped both arms into the sleeves.

The formation activated the instant the training clothes were fully donned!

Yi Yun suddenly felt his body become heavy. The weight of 250 cauldrons, plus the 50 cauldrons of the Flowing Silver Shirt, was all added to Yi Yun's body.

So heavy, it seemed as if the ground sank beneath their feet!

The streets of Tai'a Divine City are all paved with special materials to support the training of martial artists; otherwise, these streets would be destroyed very quickly.

I actually put it on.

Zhou Kui's eyelids twitched as he witnessed a scene he desperately wanted to avoid.

He had to admit that he had underestimated the kid.

However, even if he is capable, how long can he hold out?

If he himself was so severely exhausted after just one hour in the Desolate God Hall, it's impossible that Yi Yun wasn't exhausted either.

Zhou Kui gritted his teeth and put on the two training uniforms as well.

As soon as he put it on, he immediately felt his legs were incredibly heavy, and at the same time, he felt the thinness and emptiness of his internal energy.

He definitely couldn't keep up with the frog jumps for long while wearing such heavy training clothes. "If it really comes to it, I'll take off the red training clothes when Yi Yun."

Zhou Kui made this plan, since Yi Yun wouldn't be able to cause much trouble anyway.

"Frog jump, start!"

At the bald man's command, everyone began frog jumps.

Many people are paying attention to Yi Yun, especially the members of the Black Tortoise Legion, who are all waiting for Yi Yun to be crushed by the weight of the two training suits.

"Just you wait, two hundred and fifty cauldrons. I'll crush your knees."

Some people had malicious intentions.

In the line of one hundred people, Yi Yun was near the front. He took a deep breath, squatted down, and jumped!

"Boom!"

The ground trembled slightly from the weight of the three hundred cauldrons.

During the frog jump, Yi Yun could clearly feel the trembling of every muscle in his body.

Three hundred cauldrons was exactly the maximum weight that Yi Yun could bear. Under such weight, Yi Yun's muscles even experienced slight spasms, and the joints throughout his body were violently colliding with each other.

Yi Yun felt as if the training clothes he was wearing were a heavy hammer, pounding against his body.

During this hammering process, the Ancient Remnant Species energy that he hadn't had time to absorb was gradually hammered into Yi Yun's flesh and blood, nourishing Yi Yun's blood and qi, strengthening Yi Yun's muscles, and widening his meridians.

This feeling is so wonderful!

"The energy of the Ancient Remnant Species is indeed extraordinary!"

Yi Yun felt a burning heat throughout his body, as if a fire was burning in his dantian. Waves of Ancient Remnant Species energy surged through Yi Yun blood vessels, accelerating his blood flow. His joints crackled and popped, like firewood snapping in a raging fire!

Time and again, Yi Yun jumped and landed, his breathing deep and his steps incredibly steady. He even felt that, nourished by the energy of the Ancient Remnant Species, his strength was constantly increasing.

He was rapidly absorbing the energy of the Ancient Remnant Species while he was in a state of extreme physical exertion.

Soon, Yi Yun had already jumped more than ten times. Not only did she not seem unable to support herself, but she also showed a trend of becoming more and more in control.

What... happened?

The members of the Black Tortoise Legion were somewhat bewildered, and Zhou Kui was even more dumbfounded.

They were all experts in frog jump training. Just by looking at Yi Yun's jumping and landing movements, they knew that Yi Yun was not recklessly pushing himself to the limit, but that he could really handle the weight of the 250 cauldrons!

Perhaps Yi Yun's strength cannot support him for too long, but if this trend continues, he can successfully jump over at least the first few dozen feet.

Zhou Kui's eyelids twitched slightly, and he felt a cramp in his calves.

As for the other members of the Black Tortoise Legion, they swallowed hard, each of them looking constipated.

How is this possible? This kid has incredible stamina! He's been in the Desolate God Hall for an hour and still has so much energy left?

"Brother Kui, what should we do?" one of Zhou Kui's henchmen asked worriedly.

"What else can I do but jump with him? I don't believe I can't outlast him." Zhou Kui gritted his teeth and squatted down. With his current energy, he could only sustain the frog jump with the weight of 250 cauldrons for a while. It was just a matter of who could last longer, Zhou Kui or Yi Yun.

"Yes, Brother Kui is right. That kid is definitely no match for Brother Kui! Brother Kui can carry nearly four hundred cauldrons and jump five or six miles, let alone two hundred and fifty cauldrons."

"Kui, kill him! We brothers are with you!"

Zhou Kui 'Zhou Kui underlings had considerable confidence in him.

Zhou Kui took a deep breath, veins bulging on his forehead, squatted down, and jumped!

Zhou Kui felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on his knees.

The knees are the most stressed part of a weighted frog jump; if you're not strong enough, you might injure your knees.

And so, Yi Yun walked in front, with Zhou Kui following behind. Zhou Kui stared at Yi Yun's back, keeping close behind Yi Yun.

He couldn't see Yi Yun's expression, so he could only judge whether Yi Yun was approaching his limit by Yi Yun's movements.

Often, having a goal to follow can help you persevere for longer.

For example, in a long-distance race, the second-place runner will feel much less pressure running alongside the first-place runner.

Zhou Kui's current plan is exactly this; he is confident in his abilities. With an advantage in skill and a psychological edge, he seems invincible.

However...

As time passed, Yi Yun steadily advanced at a constant pace. In the process, the bloodline of the Ancient Remnant Species was continuously refined by Yi Yun and integrated into his flesh and blood.

The effects of this incredibly pure energy are simply phenomenal.

Yi Yun felt increasingly hot all over as he jumped, his body filled with a surging energy that seemed ready to explode if it wasn't released.

Stimulated by this energy, Yi Yun jumped more and more vigorously. He felt as if a Howling Sky Tiger was being nurtured within his body, and he had inexhaustible strength, wishing he could jump several meters high at once.

Yi Yun suddenly realized that three hundred cauldrons were not enough!

At the beginning, three hundred cauldrons was Yi Yun's limit, but now, three hundred cauldrons can no longer suppress the energy of the Ancient Remnant Species within Yi Yun's body.

With a thought, the weight of the Flowing Silver Shirt over him increased by another thirty cauldrons!

Three hundred and thirty ding (a type of ancient Chinese cooking vessel).

Only with such weight can the energy of the Ancient Remnant Species be matched.

Under extreme conditions, it would better force Yi Yun's physical strength, compress his blood and qi, and gradually force the energy of the Ancient Remnant Species into his flesh and blood.

This experience of clearly seeing his own strength and cultivation improve filled Yi Yun with immense joy, a feeling akin to watching trees in spring gradually sprout new buds.

Gradually, Yi Yun adjusted the weight of the Flowing Silver Shirt to one hundred ding, which means that Yi Yun's current load has reached three hundred and fifty ding, a full fifty ding more than before!

The energy of the Ancient Remnant Species brought Yi Yun the power of fifty cauldrons.

Although Yi Yun was covered in sweat, his eyes shone with excitement, his gaze as bright as lightning flashing in the void.

At this moment, Zhou Kui could no longer see Yi Yun's expression or gaze; he could only see Yi Yun's back. Zhou Kui gritted his teeth and followed Yi Yun.

"He'll probably... pass away soon..."

This thought was Zhou Kui's motivation for jumping.

Every leap and fall now feels like he's going to his execution.

Zhou Kui didn't think much of it when it was ten or twenty feet.

Ninety zhang, one hundred zhang, Zhou Kui's legs were already numb.

Next, two hundred zhang, three hundred zhang... Zhou Kui's knees were trembling.

It's already four hundred zhang tall!

Four hundred zhang... What would it feel like to spend an hour in the Desolate God Hall, then leap four hundred zhang carrying a 250-calamus weight?

Zhou Kui has never been this tired in his life!

However, in front of him, Yi Yun was still jumping up and down.

Zhou Kui is going crazy. How the hell can he still hold on?

What exactly is wrong?

Zhou Kui kept hoping that Yi Yun would collapse in the next moment, but... all he saw was Yi Yun hopping forward like a frog, seemingly tireless.

Yi Yun's speed remained consistently steady, and the distance of each jump was remarkably uniform...

Zhou Kui was panting heavily, sweat blurring his vision.

Four hundred zhang, then... five hundred zhang...

Zhou Kui was already depleted of vital energy, and was feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

"That kid... he's... he's about to collapse. I'm so exhausted... he must be... he's barely holding on too..."

"I just need to... just hold on a little longer... that's all, that's all..."

Zhou Kui tried to comfort himself as if he were hypnotizing himself, but... when he opened his eyes, which were blurry with sweat, and looked carefully, he was incredulous to find that Yi Yun's figure was getting further and further away from him.

Even so, Yi Yun continued to jump tirelessly, as if he wanted to jump until the end of time.

This... this is impossible...

Zhou Kui really couldn't believe it. Now, not only had he insisted on jumping until Yi Yun couldn't jump anymore, but Yi Yun had already increased the distance between them by forty or fifty zhang.

This distance of forty or fifty feet had become an insurmountable barrier for Zhou Kui!

He's not as fast as Yi Yun, so that's understandable; he's not particularly good at speed anyway.

However, his greatest strength and endurance are what he's most proud of, and even in this area, he's not as good as Yi Yun?

The greatest defeat a genius can suffer is being utterly crushed in the area where they are most confident.

The psychological blow made Zhou Kui feel like his brain was lacking oxygen, his head was heavy and his vision gradually became blurry.

He could hear nothing anymore, only his own breathing and heartbeat.

He had been holding on with an indomitable will, but now his energy was completely depleted. Due to the huge blow to his spirit, he let out a sigh of relief and had no strength left.

"Thump!"

Zhou Kui swayed, then fell headfirst to the ground, sprawling on his back. (To be continued~^~)