Dawn of a New Era-Chapter 591 - 565: The Demeanor of a Grandmaster
The laughing Central Asian suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if a powerful malice was descending upon him.
In this over thirty degrees weather, not only did he not feel the previous heat, but instead, he felt cold all over, with his hair standing on end.
"God of Light protect us, Alpamus, what’s wrong with you?" a companion next to him noticed and asked.
"Nothing... I’m fine!" Alpamus felt a slight dizziness but forced himself to stay composed, as he was the fearless warrior of the Lord, not a cowardly weakling.
"You might have heatstroke, lie down quickly."
"I said, I’m... fine!" Alpamus replied impatiently, a little heatstroke wouldn’t take him down. Yet at that moment, an even stronger malice surged towards him, his vision suddenly went black, and his strong body slowly fell.
"Alpamus!"
"Alpamus, God of Light protect us, wake up quickly!"
It seemed like countless indistinct voices were calling by his ears.
Alpamus tried his best to wake up, but his body felt like it was struck by a nightmare, immobile, and his consciousness grew increasingly blurred, plunging into an endless abyss. Just as he was about to step into death, he seemed to see a terrifying figure shrouded in black fog.
...
In the jeep.
"This kind of verbal provocation is meaningless!" The officer worried that General Manager Chen would be upset and tirelessly advised:
"The warriors on the frontlines go through countless times daily, as long as it’s not crossing the line, pretend you didn’t hear it."
"As long as we hold off the army on the other side, we achieve our strategic goals."
Chen Shouyi snapped back to reality: "What did you say just now?"
The officer paused, looking at Chen Shouyi’s completely indifferent expression, feeling he must have overthought.
Such a high-level figure is completely unfazed by honor or disgrace, showing the demeanor of a grandmaster, how could he be affected by these idiots? He quickly said: "Uh, no... it’s nothing, I was just talking casually, ha ha!"
Chen Shouyi paid no attention.
Idle as he was, he continued to focus his willpower, silently cursing.
"Die for me!"
"Die for me!"
...
Chen Shouyi’s expression showed a hint of confusion: "Huh, my consciousness isn’t being consumed? Could it be the distance is too far!"
He looked back, the laughing Central Asian was long gone from sight, not knowing if the curse that consumed nearly a third of his consciousness had any effect?
At least he felt he should be... convulsing all over!
Thinking about convulsing, he couldn’t help but recall signing autographs, he hadn’t signed for anyone in a long time.
...
"Mom, I’ve arrived." In the evening, Chen Shouyi held the phone, assuring his family.
"Yes, it’s the battlefield."
"I got it, don’t worry, I’m fine!"
"Alright, I’ll hang up now, you should sleep early too!"
Chen Shouyi put down the phone, stood for a while, drank a large cup of warm salty water in one gulp, and continued to practice the Horizontal Training thirty-six styles.
Though his strength had completely stagnated, without any progress, he still trained with high intensity every day like before, without any slack.
Moreover, the fourth optimized version of Horizontal Training thirty-six styles trained not just the physical attributes, but also the willpower, each time experiencing the fear of life’s imminent extinction, it made his willpower even more condensed.
Chen Shouyi felt faintly that as his willpower grew stronger.
The limitations of his body’s potential began to gradually loosen, the breakthrough was not far away.
...
Days passed quietly, no war occurred on the frontlines.
However, the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive day by day.
Chen Shouyi originally wanted to have a good exchange with Ye Zong, a legendary veteran of the Great Xia Country, surely with rich experience and unique insights that might assist his breakthrough, but unfortunately, he could never encounter him.
...
"Director Ye?" a beautiful female orderly dedicated to serving Chen Shouyi asked with a puzzled face: "Which Director Ye are you referring to, General Manager Chen?"
"Ye Zong, the legendary warrior, do you know where he lives?" Chen Shouyi explained.
"I’m sorry, I’m not sure, I’ll help you find out!" The female orderly said enthusiastically.
"Alright, then I’ll trouble you." said Chen Shouyi.
"General Manager Chen, you’re too polite, I’m here to serve you, feel free to call me for anything!" The female orderly said, blushing while looking at Chen Shouyi’s handsome face.
Soon, she ran back.
"I found out, he lives in room 103 of lodging area number two, but I’ve heard he’s been in seclusion, staying in the room for a week and not even going out for meals."
Seclusion!
So diligent.
Chen Shouyi’s face showed a brief astonishment, he thought inwardly.
He couldn’t help but feel an increasing sense of crisis.
If his strength continued to stagnate, he would soon be overtaken!
...
Inside a room.
The curtains were drawn, the light was dim.
An old fashion projector was silently playing a segment of black and white footage, with snowflakes flashing.
Turns out it was the scene of Chen Shouyi’s first speech.
Ye Zong sat crossed-leg on the ground, half-naked, revealing taut and knotted muscles.
His melancholic eyes and scruffy stubble made him look much more haggard, evidently having not groomed for several days.
His eyes did not blink watching the scene of Chen Shouyi levitating.
A few minutes later, he stepped forward to turn off the footage.
This speech footage, he had researched countless times, familiar enough to clearly remember every detail.
"Willpower... willpower..." he murmured to himself:
"How could there be such a person, not just a freak, but simply... monstrous!"
He took a deep breath, focused his mind, then stretched his finger, swiped against the trouser hem, silently as if an invisible blade cut across, splitting both sides.
"Again, I refuse to believe this." he muttered.
Then he closed his eyes slightly, hands tightly clasped.
"Hmm!" He exerted force, his face flushing red.
Get up for me!
Fly!
Ah ah ah...
The power of will exploded fiercely, large arcs of electricity began to flash over his body, emitting a sinister buzzing sound in the room, his clothes shriveled from the electricity, releasing a scorching smell.
His body swayed slightly, and the next moment, his butt slowly left the ground, floating upwards.
Ye Zong felt this scene, his heart surged with excitement.
Unable to maintain the cohesion of his mind, his body fell back to the ground with a thump.
He seemed indifferent.
"Ha ha... hahaha... I finally succeeded." He let out a suppressed low laugh, overwhelmed with excitement.
"So it was possible after all..." he murmured to himself.
Then he stood up:
"It’s not much after all!"
