Let alone taking medicine or anything of the sort.
The refusal to admit defeat rose in Zuo Xiaoduo's heart again.
If a woman could endure forty or fifty rounds, why couldn't I?
Would I even count as a man then?
He endured the boundless agony and forced himself to keep compressing, even refusing to use Fortune Points to ease the pain. Baring his teeth and sweating like rain had already become the norm.
By the time he had compressed it down by two-thirds, he had hovered between life and death more times than he could count.
It felt as though hundreds upon thousands of tiny, slender knives were gouging and slicing inside his marrow, cutting him apart piece by piece.
"Fuck, even death by a thousand cuts couldn't be worse than this, could it? And this is enduring it over and over in succession! It hurts like hell!"
Zuo Xiaoduo gritted his teeth and glared. "I can do it! I'm a man! How can a man say he can't!"
After another two hours, the True Essence that had originally filled his Dantian had been compressed until it occupied only the bottom third.
By now, the pain had left Zuo Xiaoduo utterly drained. He lay there like a salted fish, doing nothing but opening his mouth to breathe.
Only after a very, very long time, when he had finally recovered, did Zuo Xiaoduo dare begin again. Had he forced himself to continue just now, even if the pain had not killed him, exhaustion would have. Compressing True Essence still consumed some of his own Origin Qi and physical strength.
"Without enduring the bitterest hardships, it's hard to rise above others!"
"Without suffering trials, you cannot become a Buddha!"
"Endure the bitterest hardships, and you'll be one handsome bastard!"
Muttering a jumble