C71

Within the dreamscape space.

At this point, the temperature on the surface had already risen to 100 degrees Celsius. If the water was inside, it would have already started boiling. What kind of damage would be caused by so much heat entering a person's body?

"AHH ~"

Several hundred martial artists were rolling on the ground in pain, their skin completely red. Soon, these martial artists' screams had stopped, and their bodies suddenly disappeared from the illusion space.

Surprisingly, Wang Ba, the hedonistic young master, was actually able to hold on here, jumping up and down on the ground, running around like a monkey.

"Motherf * cker, I'm going to die! I'm going to die! Ah, I can't take it anymore!"

Wang Ba screamed out continuously. The countless scalding wounds all over his body had been torn off, revealing his bright red flesh. His expression was ferocious as his body swayed left and right like a sieve of chaff.

"Haha, bastard! You can't hold on any longer! If you can't hold on any longer, hang on! Lie down and don't try to be courteous with Young Master Dong! Why don't you just admit it? Stop holding on like this!"

Pu Dong continued to stamp his feet not too far away from Wang Ba, grimacing in pain. Seeing Wang Ba act this way, he grinned as he laughed out loud.

His face was as red as a monkey's butt, and his head was dizzy. He was on the verge of losing his consciousness, but how could he be willing to lose to a playboy like Wang Ba? For the first time, he had surpassed his limits, and he had clenched his teeth and endured until now.

"Scram, your mother, ah! How could Big Bro Ba be worse than you! "AHH!" Bao-ge dug up your family's ancient grave, ah! "Ahhh!"

Wang Ba was infuriated. However, he was in so much pain that he couldn't take it anymore. As he cursed, he cried out miserably.

Suddenly, a trace of abnormal redness appeared on his face. Wang Ba rolled his eyes and fell straight down. He could only hear him mumbling to himself as he fell.

"He has stood his ground for so long …" "Father shouldn't beat me up anymore, right …"

"Hahaha, bastard! The young master Dong is stronger than you, right …"

Pu Dong bared his fangs and brandished his claws as he laughed heartily. Then, his eyelids flipped as he fell down as well, and his figure instantly disappeared.

Four incense sticks of time had already passed, and there were very few people left in the illusionary space. With just a glance, it could be counted on one hand.

The temperature was still rising. It had exceeded 100 degrees Celsius, and now it was approaching 120 degrees Celsius!

At this point, every 1 degree Celsius increase in temperature would cause the torment of the human body to increase exponentially.

A young man in extravagant clothing sat cross-legged on the ground, his body emitting a dense fog. Some of the surface was hot, while others were sweating due to the high temperature and directly evaporated. His face was abnormally red, and if one looked carefully, the muscles on his face were constantly trembling, as if they were cramping.

The fine veins in his body had already ruptured, causing his clothes to be dyed red. His entire body began to tremble unnaturally, and even the strength to clench his fists was gone.

Pan Xing's eyes were closed, and his mind was still somewhat clear. He knew that he must protect this little bit of clarity. If he failed to defend it, he would definitely faint.

How long has it been? It should be around four incense sticks worth of time, the remaining people probably aren't many.

Pan Xing had worked hard since he was young. In Hua Ling City, even though his family wasn't particularly rich and couldn't provide him with a large amount of cultivation resources, he still relied on his own hard work and talent to leave his peers far behind. There were even some from the Wealthy Class, and even martial practitioners a year or two older than him.

In terms of martial arts training determination, he was confident that he wouldn't lose to anyone. This time, coming to the Crimson Nimbus Martial School, he was prepared to amaze the freshmen with a single move.

Hmph, in terms of talent, his medium fifth-grade talent was above all the other freshmen. In terms of strength, even someone at the small success stage of the 3rd level of the Mortal Nascent Soul Stage was considered top-notch, so who could compete with him?!

At this thought, Pan Xing struggled to open his eyes. He wanted to see how many people were still left in the illusion space.

Six more? Not bad, he was able to hold on for so long. However, from the looks of it, they wouldn't be able to hold on for long. In the end, he still won.

Hm?

All of a sudden, Pan Xing's gaze froze as he saw a familiar young man standing in front of him.

This guy was still here?!

A shadow flashed across Pan Xing's eyes. Although Ling Yan's body was trembling, his face was slightly distorted, and he was covered in cold sweat and blood, it didn't seem to be painful at all. It seemed he still had some energy left, which made Pan Xing extremely unhappy.

Acting, continue acting! I don't believe that you won't feel uncomfortable!

However, Pan Xing hadn't expected Nie Tian to last so long.

"Humph, you want to compete with me? You're too weak!" Pan Xing took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth as he persevered.