"What's wrong, what's wrong with you, Kamihara-kun?"

Kamihara came back to his senses, and Junko Ueno waved his hand in front of him with a puzzled expression, only to realize that it was all a hallucination just now.

He smiled reluctantly.

"It's okay, it's just a little distracted."

But there was a palpitation in his eyes, what was it, a reminder from the sixth sense?

He believes that the sixth sense, to put it bluntly, is a special sense evolved by living beings in order to seek advantage and avoid harm.

The moment he just regarded the other party as an imaginary enemy, he seemed to see something unknown through the appearance, which was the magnetic field of flesh and soul hidden under the skin of Junko Ueno.

What an ugly and crazy scene it was.

The group of infernal demons who carried the naginata, killed people with rolling heads, and gnawed on the flesh and blood of crows and enemies, held their weapons, and used the same earth-shrinking knife technique as Junko Ueno showed him.

Kamiharakan guessed that these people must be related to Junko Ueno, or even her ancestors.

To be able to give him such a strong threat, even to the point of hallucinating to remind him, this group of ancestors is simply outrageous.

The other party's family background is becoming more and more mysterious in his eyes, at first he thought he was just an ordinary student like him, but then he became a daughter of the extreme way, and then even these ghost warrior ancestors came out.

This is true, and he doesn't know what to say.

Especially Junko Ueno's eyes at the end, which seem to be a reflection of her heart, are very terrifying.

But fortunately, Kamihara's heart is relatively large, and after being startled, there is nothing else, or talking and laughing, and not paying attention to it at all.

The reason why he doesn't care and is not afraid is just because he knows that the so-called evil ghosts are also changed by people.

And he is not a human being, it has been a long time.

...

After chatting for a while, mainly after praising the other party's sword skills, Kamiharakan decided to start training.

It just so happened that his hand injury had not healed yet, and he couldn't do a lot of training, especially the new training method he prepared, which would be just right for kung fu training.

Next, with the help of Junko Ueno, he put on the pair of thousand-needle foot equipment, and before putting it on, the other party poured some pungent black liquid into the shoes, which she explained was a hemostatic medicine.

Click, click.

One by one, the metal buckles that looked a little complicated were fastened one after another, and Kamihara Kan sat on the ground and watched his feet grow so inexplicably, and he tried to stand up under the command of Junko Ueno.

Tear.

As soon as he stood up, Kamihara Kan gasped, he was still used to standing on his heels, but the dense slope needles on the soles of his shoes forced him to use a few toes on the soles of his forefeet to support his body weight.

"Pain is the most memorable method, under the fixation of a thousand needles, you can only stand and walk according to the method of shrinking the ground, if you want to rest, or the movement is deformed, then the spikes under the soles of your feet will remind you."

"I forgot to mention, each shoe weighs twenty kilograms, it is used to exercise the strength of your leg muscles, today I will walk for an hour, and when you get used to this weight and this posture, we will increase the difficulty."

Kamihara nodded, without rebuttal or questioning, gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

What is the concept of the weight of twenty kilograms, it may sound light, but in fact, his feet are almost like roots, and he can't move.

Bang!

The moment he put it down, because of the weight suppression, the ball of his forefoot stepped on the tip of the needle uncontrollably, and it was inserted a full half centimeter in an instant!

Kamiharakan's eyes widened, his teeth clenched, but it really hurt to the bones, and his left foot was pierced with an unknown number of holes under this step!

Although he was mentally prepared, he didn't expect to be beaten hard when he came up!

'No, it's too heavy, the calm posture can't handle this kind of weight at all..'

His eyes turned scarlet, his muscles swelled slightly, this time on his right foot, and he took a step.

Bang!

As the armor-like foot stepped heavily on the floor, Kamihara Kan breathed slightly, and it was much easier to walk after doubling his strength.

He pulled out his impaled left foot and walked slowly around the dojo in pain, each step was slow to control his strength, and it was very difficult to walk.

But although the strength of his angry posture went up, his control over his muscles decreased, and from time to time he used too much force, stepping on the tip of the needle fiercely, stabbing a thousand holes.

It's not enough to insert it all, after all, the bones on the soles of the feet are relatively shallow, and at most they are inserted into the bones.

But it hurts, it hurts, what is it called pain into the bone marrow! The pain is unimaginable!

For a minute, two minutes, the Kamihara Temple walked slowly.

After walking around the dojo for half a circle, he was sweating profusely, because of the severe pain and the special posture fixation, plus the weight of forty kilograms on his two feet, his physical strength dropped very quickly, and the doubling of his physique was not enough for him to squander.

His feet were tingling, and there were countless bloody holes, which were as painful as fire from the sweat and hemostatic drugs.

His calf muscles and inner thigh muscles collapsed straight from standing on tiptoe all the time, and they had not relaxed for a moment, and they had begun to swell.

Junko Ueno followed him, did not urge, did not speak, just silently accompanied him.

Kamihara Kan gasped heavily, his hair was already soaked and sticking to his face, and his eyes were blurred with sweat.

His eyes were stunned and he looked ahead, his fists clenched into a ball, and his muscles burst out.

Bang!

He took another step.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes.

Kamiharakan walked slowly around the dojo, his speed getting slower and slower, and gradually he became a centenarian.

His back was hunched, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and he trembled like an epileptic patient.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face was twisted into a lump, his cheeks bulged, and his gums were bleeding.

The legs were filled with lead and cement, and the muscles in the calves, especially the calves, looked like they were burned by the fire all the time, or the scorching stinging pain of roasting and brushing spices.

Although the leg muscles were numb and he couldn't squeeze out a little strength, if he dared to relax a little, his foot would step on the tip of the needle fiercely, and the flesh would be blurred.

And the black liquid that Junko Ueno poured into her shoes seemed to be indeed a hemostatic agent, but this hemostatic agent seemed to be no different from iodine wine, and it was bitten on the wound with severe pain.

The five toes that supported the weight of the body groaned as if they were about to be broken, and each step felt like walking on a mountain of knives, as if they had fallen into eighteen layers of hell.

Time passed more and more slowly, his throat was thirsty, and the water in his body seemed to be squeezed out, and the whole person was like a traveler lost in the desert, with no hope in sight.

At this point, no skill, any strength, is already bullshit, only the instinctive reaction under the severe pain and whipping, and pure willpower.

If you want to ask God Yuanguan now, what torments him the most?

Severe pain in the soles of your feet? Muscle exhaustion? Or is it the body that is already dehydrated?

None of these are any.

What tormented him the most was the idea of wanting to give up all the time!

He doesn't want to go!

This is not a spiritual practice at all!

It's torture! This is torture!

This is torture of the body, of the spirit, of willpower!

He could feel his body curl up a little with every step he took, and with each step he took, his back was bent even harder.

His dignity has been shattered by the destruction of these shoes, and even his heart has developed fear!

There were already hallucinations in front of his eyes, as if a group of people were laughing at his awkward gestures, leaning back and laughing at his comical every step.

He wanted to hide, he wanted to escape, he wanted to break free, but the shoes bound him firmly and kept him entertained like a plaything!

Junko Ueno looked at Kamiharakan's empty eyes and was silent, she knew what the other party was thinking at the moment.

These shoes were originally torture instruments, the best torture tools used to destroy people's will and spirit.

The iron-beaten man would cry bitterly and kowtow and beg for mercy when he put on these shoes, she had seen too many such ugliness, including herself.

cried and begged his father to take off these shoes, and even thought about killing himself, because it was more painful to live than to die! She still doesn't want to remember that memory.

Normally, the trainer has to force the practitioner to continue walking in various ways, and he has to grasp the degree of pressure in the process of exerting pressure to prevent the other party from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

But in the end, she didn't force him to continue walking because she felt sorry for Shen Yuanguan, and if he really couldn't hold on and wanted to rest, just sit down.

Forty minutes have passed in an hour.

Kamihara is still walking.

His eyes widened, his face glazed over, and he was unconscious.

Saliva flowed from the corners of the mouth and dragged out a silk thread, and he didn't feel it, and his feet moved step by step, moving very slowly, making people feel like a zombie.

Junko Ueno's eyes were horrified, she didn't have the slightest idea of looking down on Kamihara's ugly state, he had done better than anyone she had ever seen, and she had never screamed for pain or tiredness from beginning to end.

Not even a word begging for mercy or anything like that!

Of course, there was no begging for mercy because no one forced him at all, but it was precisely because of this that she was shocked.

People's self-control is actually very poor, and if there is no real pressure or persecution, it is difficult to succeed in doing a good job.

Not to mention such inhumane torture!

She didn't know what kind of person could take the initiative to endure this kind of torture, at least in the history of her family, almost everyone who practiced shrinking the land was forced by others to practice.

The practice of this kind of secret art is like detoxification, it is not something that personal self-control can resist at all, too many people swear before practicing, and regret it when they get started, crying and begging for mercy and asking to quit.

Therefore, someone has to force the practitioner to do everything he can think of to force the practitioner to be able to achieve it.

Yes, it is possible, not absolutely.

Because even if someone watches, the mortality rate and mental breakdown rate of this secret technique are still as high as forty percent!