Twenty-eight times.
From that day on, just one day later, Wei Curcuma was assassinated a terrifying twenty-eight times.
And there are still four days left.
Qingjiang, who no longer controlled his strength at the level of Wu, went all out, and both the methods and frequency of assassinations were qualitatively improved.
On the first day alone, Wei Curcuma lost six opportunities.
Although he has also become stronger, compared with Qingjiang's acceleration, it seems that it is not enough.
In the blink of an eye, when Wei Curcuma stood in front of the dormitory and announced that the assassination was over for today, there were only two chances left, and there were still four full days left.
In the past three days, he died nineteen times. On the first day when the rules were explained, he died nine times. Now he has only two chances to survive the remaining four days. This is undoubtedly a fantasy. .
So Wei Curcuma was extraordinarily silent.
He carried the canvas bag silently. In order to reduce the chance of being assassinated as much as possible, he avoided all complicated occasions and even did not go to class for the whole day.
But the result is still so merciless.
All the students on the forum are guessing that Wei Curcuma will be assassinated thirty times tomorrow, with the odds reaching an astonishing 7:1
"Wei Curcuma! Here, here!"
Yu Zhiyu stood at the door of the cafeteria, holding a large bag of sweets in his hand. They were all half-price desserts packed from the first floor of the second cafeteria. He was waiting for Wei Curcuma here.
Just a few hours ago, she received an RNS message from Wei Curcuma, asking her to help buy some discounted desserts.
"What have you been doing lately? There's been a commotion on the forum, saying that you've been being assassinated, and you've been absent from all the internship group's classes. If you don't talk about the Deviant Suppression Exam, your credits will be completely lost. ....”
Yu Zhiyu, who had not seen each other for a long time, had his hands on his hips. When they met, he finished what he wanted to say by crackling like pouring beans through a bamboo tube. Then he took a breath and saw clearly the state of Wei Curcuma in front of him.
His condition is very bad. Putting aside the physical injuries, just talking about these countless near-death experiences, even if it is just one, for ordinary people, it will be a nightmare that wakes him up many years later, and Wei Curcuma has experienced it in these few years. I had an extremely realistic experience of twenty-nine different ways of dying in one day.
The clothes on his body were full of tears and dust, and a lot of dried blood could be seen on the collar and hem. He was a little depressed at the moment, and he was carrying his second-hand canvas bag on one shoulder, covered in dust.
"Why are you so... haggard?"
"You died twenty-eight times in four days, and you are also haggard..."
Wei Curcuma waved his hand tiredly and sighed.
"Are the rumors on the forum true? Are you really being assassinated like crazy?"
"Well, it's part of the practical training... There are four days left. If I am killed thirty times in these four days, I will fail."
"If you fail to counterattack once successfully within four days, it will be considered a failure."
"Then...how many times have you already done that?"
"Twenty-eight times in the past four days..."
Yu Zhiyu was a little anxious. Even though Wei Curcuma was a genius she had to admit, such intensity was simply nonsense. How could such an intense training method be used to torment a freshman who was not even a deviant?
"Isn't there only two left?"
"Um."
Wei Curcuma's answer was somewhat autistic.
"How much do these sweets cost? I'll pass them on to you."
"You only have two chances left, why are you still thinking about sweets?"
Yu Zhiyu looked at the haggard Wei Curcuma, sighed, and handed him the big bag in his hand.
"The ones I invited you to buy are just for the upcoming holidays, and they don't cost much."
She knew why Wei Curcuma asked her to buy the desserts for the upcoming holidays, because they would be 50% off and were cheap.
Yu Zhiyu felt a little clogged in his heart when he thought that he still had to instinctively save money in such a miserable and painful state.
"Thanks."
Wei Zeshu nodded dully and took the dessert from her hand.
But he didn't leave just like that. Instead, he patted Yu Zhiyu, who was a little sulky.
"I know you're worried about me, but don't worry, I know what's going on."
When the two were still high school students, they had already experienced life and death together in the most desperate situations. They already had some subtle understanding and unconditional trust in each other.
"The main reason for buying a temporary period is to save money. The compensation after that incident was enough for my four-year living expenses in college."
"Also, everyone in the forum seems to be betting on whether I can survive this training and be killed less than thirty times?"
"Well, everyone is generally not optimistic about you. After all, there are only two chances left, but there are still four days left, and the odds are almost seven times."
Wei Curcuma nodded and pointed at himself with his thumb.
"Then bet for me, thirty thousand."
"Bet on me to win."
Wei Zeshu showed his usual free and easy smile, which was indifferent to most things, and patted Yu Zhiyu on the shoulder. He didn't say any more reasons, but just asked her to place a bet for him.
Go bet on yourself and win.
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After returning to the dormitory, Wei Curcuma took off his clothes, carefully washed the blood and dust on his body, and then used hot water to relieve fatigue.
The number of assassinations he encountered in these four days was equivalent to several years of training for ordinary people using Qing Jiang's algorithm.
Confronting the top killer every day, wandering between life and death every day, Wei Curcuma experienced twenty-eight times of the most close-to-death experience so intensively, which made him gain far more than others imagined. The ones should be bigger.
Even far exceeded Qingjiang's expectations.
Principal Zhenjun once explained the essence of soul pressure in detail in the previous open class on the introduction to soul pressure.
Wei Zeshu still remembers that class. The largest lecture theater was usually less than half full. It was already crowded half an hour before the class started that day. Students who had no seats simply stood aside. Even so, there were so many people attending the class that they filled the corridor. people.
Wei Zeshu, Li Shengruo, and Yu Zhiyu arrived late and crowded into the crowd to finish listening to the open class.
Because it was very crowded and hot, Wei Curcuma remembered it very clearly.
Principal Zhenjun said that soul pressure is essentially divided into intensity and magnitude, and the intensity of the soul directly affects these two.
The soul is the container, and the soul pressure is the water in it. After the water is consumed, it can be replenished quickly, but the expansion of the container is extremely difficult.
In the world of Suppressing Abnormalities, there are no cultivation methods in novels. If you want to strengthen your soul, there is only one way.
That is to break through between life and death, to realize between clarity and chaos, and to step forward amidst trials and setbacks. Only in this way can we break through the limit.
Every powerful soul must transcend countless lives and deaths, understand infinite truths, and only reach this height after countless tempers and experiences of overcoming countless fates.
Swordsmanship, fighting skills, and experience are like this; the growth of the soul, the operation of law, and the mentality of a strong person are also like this.
There are no shortcuts, this is the only way to become stronger.
And Wei Curcuma, who has experienced countless hardships and countless lives and deaths in the past few days, how strong has his soul grown?
The answer shocked Wei Curcuma himself.
