Captulo 1702: Chapter 118: Do You Believe in Light?
Do you believe in the light?
Just as Jason was leveling up the [Flash Technique], he suddenly heard these words by his ear.
And in the next mont, the scenery before his eyes changed.
The surroundings beca dark and profound.
He reached out his hand, yet it was completely enveloped in darkness.
Jason frowned, and at that mont, a faint light appeared above his head.
Along with it, there were steps leading upward.
Jason stepped forward.
Poof!
As soon as his foot stepped onto the first step, a sudden pain shot up from the sole, and when Jason looked down, he saw an Iron Nail piercing through his foot.
Complete penetration.
Blood stread down, with a hint of flesh.
And…
Pain!
It had been a long ti since Jason felt pain so intensely.
He wasn’t ignoring the pain.
Nor was he numb to it.
He had simply grown accustod to various kinds of pain.
But now?
It was as if that familiarity had vanished all at once.
The instinct of pain made Jason want to retract his foot, but in fact, he placed the other foot up as well.
Poof!
The other foot was also pierced.
"Hahaha, I made it!”
"I made it too!”
"We all succeeded!”
Cheers suddenly erupted around him, and Jason looked to both sides. At so point, many people had appeared; like him, their feet were pierced by long Iron Nails, yet they raised their hands high, reveling in the cheers. Ɽα𐌽ɵ𐌱ËS̈
Flowers blood around them.
Praises rang continuously.
"Did they all acquire ‘extraordinary power’?”
"Yes!”
"After the ‘Mystical Baptism’, they are no longer the sa!”
"They are big shots!”
"They are beyond our reach!”
Amidst the praise, these people beca more conceited.
So felt a lofty sense of themselves.
So appeared calm but were actually conceited.
No matter which type, they began to tower above others.
They used this ‘baptism’ to obtain what they wanted, even if their feet dripped with blood, it wouldn’t change that.
After a glance at these people, Jason continued upward.
Even as these people kept shouting after him.
"Co on!”
"Enjoy it together!”
"It’s what you deserve!”
Jason ignored these words.
Enjoynt?
What right did he have to enjoy?
He’d just gained a little bit of power to protect himself, and he was supposed to enjoy already?
That would definitely be the worst outco.
He didn’t want to face such an outco.
So, Jason kept moving forward. .
Poof, poof!
With each step, his soles were pierced by the Iron Nails, and soon, Jason’s soles were in tatters.
However, Jason was not alone.
There were three more people beside him.
A young man.
A middle-aged man.
An old man.
The young man, full of vitality.
The middle-aged man, stable and solid.
The old man, tirelessly persevering.
“[Flash Technique] must have so secret that others haven’t discovered, they’re just too dumb, unlike ! With my outstanding talent, I will definitely uncover its secret!”
The young man said this.
"Keep moving forward, there will always be discoveries!”
"Maybe stopping now is better, but exploring the unknown is much more captivating!”
The middle-aged man encouraged himself.
The old man?
He said nothing, just smiled.
Compared to Jason, the young man, and the middle-aged man, his body was weaker, every mont requiring conservation of physical strength.
Only in this way could they go further.
The four of them advanced together.
Step by step.
After just ten steps, Jason felt a heat at the soles.
There was no Fla.
But Jason felt as if his soles were being roasted.
On those bloody, tattered soles, the blood instantly rose into vapor, sending wafts of roasted at aroma.
"Ahh!”
"It’s scalding !”
"I’m not moving forward!”
"Too arduous!”
"Those who underwent the ‘Mystical Baptism’ with , whom I once surpassed, many have now surpassed , I can’t waste my energy on this anymore, I must catch up with them, otherwise… I will accomplish nothing!”
The young man repeatedly cried out in pain, finding excuses for himself, staying in place.
"Ignore those words and mockery.”
"They’re entirely useless!”
The middle-aged man encouraged the young man, hoping he would join him.
But the young man shook his head and refused.
The middle-aged man could only sigh and continue upward.
Gradually, Jason sensed pain on his skin.
Around the dark staircase, at so point thorns appeared, crisscrossing the whole staircase, each incredibly Sharp, each about as long as a pinky finger, and whenever soone passed by, it scraped off strips of flesh.
Jason, the middle-aged man, and the old man were like enduring a torturous punishnt of a thousand cuts.
In no ti, dozens of bone-deep wounds appeared on them.
"Ahh!”
"I can’t take it anymore!”
"It’s all for nothing!”
The middle-aged man who was just persuading the young man also stopped in his tracks.
Moreover, he kindly advised Jason and the old man.
"You shouldn’t go any further!”
"That light has always been hazy, you can’t see it clearly at all!”
"Maybe it’s an illusion!”
Jason and the old man turned a deaf ear, continuing forward.
The piercing, roasting on their feet.
The thousand cuts on their bodies.
The occasional persuasion and mockery from their peers, none stopped the two from moving forward.
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