The old man suddenly increased the pressure.
"Hold it!"
"Old man, go easy on me!"
"Please, just a little!"
Mu Rong's voice rang out.
A terrifying surge of power pressed down.
It slammed into them like a giant net.
Thud!
Dust and shadows swirled everywhere.
The crowd gasped.
He dropped straight to his knees.
His body was tall and strong.
He could no longer hold himself up.
"Damn it!"
Suo Ling's body jolted.
He could no longer stand.
His legs gave way.
He fell straight to the ground.
Tang San did the same.
His whole body was wracked with pain.
Every muscle trembled.
"Tang San is having a rough time too!"
Tang San gritted his teeth.
His whole body trembled uncontrollably.
He couldn't resist that enormous pressure.
He fell to his knees, his forehead, shoulders, and legs shaking violently.
Sweat poured down him like rain.
But he didn't let out a single groan.
"This is the only way we can get stronger!"
Mu Rong's voice rang out.
He clenched his teeth.
Despite his unyielding resolve, his voice quivered slightly.
"Give it everything you've got! Hold on!"
The old man's might pressed down for an entire day. When he finally withdrew that mountain-like pressure, nearly a hundred soul masters had collapsed to the ground at the same time.
Heavy panting rose and fell, like a broken bellows. Everyone greedily drew in the long-awaited air.
Sweat had soaked through their clothes, clinging to their bodies and outlining muscles twisted with pain.
Back in the dormitory, everyone could barely muster the strength to speak.
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
One after another, they collapsed onto the narrow wooden beds. Even the strength to lift a finger seemed to have been drained from them.
The entire dormitory was filled with muffled groans and painful gasps.
"Damn it!