Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 347 - 347 75 Training in the Needle

Chapter 347: Chapter 75 Training in the Needle Cage【Two-in-One】_3 Chapter 347: Chapter 75 Training in the Needle Cage【Two-in-One】_3 Every single spike inside the cage was at least one foot long.

Once inside the cage, following the instructor’s guidance, and assuming the standard stance, the cage started to shrink as soon as the instructor pressed his hand against it.

What little space there was for movement quickly condensed. In the blink of an eye, from the top of the head down to the limbs, front and back, every vital point was encircled by countless spikes, making any movement impossible.

They were right against the skin.

Feng Yin could only feel his scalp tingle and his mind buzzing. If the cage closed completely, wouldn’t he instantly become a human porcupine, pierced by thousands of spikes?!

Fortunately, the moment the spikes touched the skin… the moment the skin felt a slight sting, but before they could actually pierce the skin, they stopped, completely stopped.

Yet, even though the spikes ceased their advance, Feng Yin’s sweat still inevitably started to flow.

At this moment, from the top of his head to his ankles, every part of his body was accompanied by a sharp needle, even his private parts and the two energy storages, were all pointed by sharp spikes.

To put it plainly: Trainees like Feng Yin could only stand in the current standard position. Any slight deviation, even the tiniest instability in their foothold or a slight body movement, countless spikes would penetrate their body. There’s no chance of luck!

Feng Yin stood rigidly straight, focusing on maintaining the standard posture, not daring to move at all.

The instructor taunted from outside: “Idiot! What are you doing? What you need now is to relax! Relax your whole body, relax your mind, stand relaxed! You swine! Do you really need to focus right now? Insulting pigs by calling you one!”

Feng Yin felt that even a deep breath could cause his moving belly to be pierced by countless holes. Angrily, yet calmly, he said, “How the hell can I relax when even farting could lead to countless punctures?”

The instructor flared up: “Fart your ass! Can’t you keep this pose while relaxing? What kind of bull shit are you spouting? If you want to die, then continue to keep yourself tense. It will save you the exhaustion you’d get on the battlefield, you stupid pig!”

“Relax! Fucking relax! Relax for me!”

Feng Yin was sweating buckets.

The instructor’s hand was already on the cage, continuing to shout, “Relax your whole body! Do you understand, pig? If you don’t relax soon, I’ll stick these needles into you, you son of a bitch!”

It looked like the needles were actually starting to move.

Seeing this, Feng Yin, who initially refused to bow, quickly gave in and shouted out, “I’m relaxed… I’m relaxed!”

He quickly let out a sigh of relief, his whole body slackened, keeping the previous posture but his muscles were no longer tense.

With this relaxation, his spirit and condition immediately became different from before. The relaxed muscles inevitably made contact with the needles, instantly wrapping around the needles, increasing the stinging sensation in hundreds of places.

But Feng Yin made no further moves because he clearly felt that his muscles had not been penetrated.

The elasticity of human skin was protecting him to the fullest extent.

“Relaxed? You pig!”

The instructor paced back and forth, never stopped his verbal onslaught, “Did you get pierced and died? Pig! Is there an extra hole on your body, idiot? Try to fart and see if it can make a hole! Dipshit!”

Feng Yin: …

Feng Yin swore silently to himself.

If he weren’t in the cage right now and were on the outside, he would absolutely go all out to slash this guy!

Regardless of the consequences, the cost, he would definitely make this cut!

This mouth… are you fucking Fei Xinyu?

You’re even worse than Fei Xinyu!

It seemed like every time he opened his mouth to speak, he wouldn’t say anything without cursing someone. As if being silent would cause him to feel uncomfortable?

“Fart! Why the fuck aren’t you farting? Fart! Just fart!”

The instructor kept taunting.

Feng Yin clenched his teeth tightly.

“Wanna hit me? Wanna take a cut at me? You pig! What are you glaring at? Believe me, I’ll make an extra hole in your eyeballs if you keep glaring!”

Feng Yin was deflated, he totally believed it, without a shred of doubt.

Amidst his swearing, the instructor shoved all the others into the iron cages one by one, just like Feng Yin. Their Dantians were sealed off. They were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, unable to resist.

“Relax, relax, can’t you understand human language? You bunch of idiots!”

“Were you guys raised on shit?”

“How stupid can you be?”

“Never in my life have I seen such stupid pigs, and today they’ve even come in groups… Hey, fatty, how can you be an assassin being this fat? Do you intend to suffocate people with your fat? What the hell have you been eating since you were a child, your meals are so good?”

“Holy shit, fatty, the needle down there didn’t prick anything… there’s a gap? Holy shit, how small is it?”

The fatty was utterly embarrassed. His eyes were almost bursting out with shame, but he was completely helpless…

“Hahaha… Ahhh!…”

Some guys beside him couldn’t help but laugh. But this laughter was fatal, they were instantly surrounded by countless spikes, piercing into their skin, and cries of agony began.

Being pricked by the needles, their screams and subconscious shivers caused more spikes to pierce their bodies. The screams of agony fused into one.