"Have you remembered all the postures yesterday? Can you use them freely? Now is the time to test you! Don't be limited to being able to use it, but be able to use it independently. The feeling of using it must be imprinted in your heart and integrated into every word and action.

In every move!”

Everyone couldn't help but be dumbfounded: I just taught you yesterday, and now I'm going to start the test today? Not only do you have to be able to use it, but you also have to use it freely?

Do you want it to be so fast?

Isn’t it a bit overwhelming?

But the instructors have already started taking action.

"Everyone is standing still and not moving!"

Then the instructor asked everyone to move the cages, and placed one next to each person. Then Rufeng took action, quickly and incoherently sealing everyone's Dantian.

"See these cages?"

"Go in yourself!"

"What are you looking at? These cages are just for you. If you want to avoid being stabbed, you have to figure out your own way."

Then he kicked Feng Yin's ass: "You go first!"

Feng Yin was stunned, and before he could move for a moment, he was kicked again: "What are you thinking about? Why don't you hurry in!"

Feng Yin was staggered by the second kick. He turned to look at the cage and felt his scalp numb.

The spikes inside the cage are long, thin, and sparklingly sharp. Although the internal space is enough to accommodate a large living person, there are only two footprints left on the ground, and the rest are full of spikes!

Feng Yinzhan entered tremblingly, and while trying to stand still, he looked at the spikes at a closer distance than before, feeling even more chilled and creepy.

Any spike inside the cage must be one foot long.

When I got inside the cage and stood in the standard posture according to the instructor's instructions, I saw the instructor press his hand and the cage began to shrink.

The little movable space that was originally left was quickly compressed. In the blink of an eye, from the top of the head to the limbs, front and back, and all vital parts of the body were surrounded by countless spikes, making it impossible to move at all.

Directly against the skin.

Feng Yin only felt that his scalp was numb and his brain was exploding. If he closed it, wouldn't he be instantly pierced by thousands of thorns and turn into a human-shaped hedgehog?!

Fortunately, the moment those sharp thorns came into contact with the skin... when the skin felt a slight sting, but before it really pierced the epidermis, it stopped.

But even though the spikes stopped advancing, Feng Yin's sweat still inevitably flowed out.

At this moment, from the top of the head to the ankles, every part of the body was accompanied by sharp needles. Even the crotch, the second brother and his two energy reservoirs were also pressed against by sharp needles.

To put it bluntly: trainees like Feng Yin can only stand according to the current standard posture. If there is a little irregular movement, even a slight instability of the footing, a slight movement of the figure, it will

There are countless sharp thorns piercing your body, no luck!

Feng Yin stood upright, concentrating on maintaining the standard posture and not daring to move.

The instructor shouted outside: "Idiot! What are you doing? What you need now is to relax! Relax your whole body, relax your whole body and mind, and stand relaxed! You pig! Do you need to concentrate at this moment? You are talking about a pig.

It’s an insult to pigs!”

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Feng Yin felt that even the slightest gasp could make countless holes poked into his heaving stomach. He was furious in his heart, but he still said calmly: "This company

How can you relax when you can get a lot of holes when you fart?"

The instructor was furious: "Fuck you! You can't maintain this position when you relax? What kind of bastard statement are you talking about? If you want to die, just keep maintaining your tense state, so as not to exhaust yourself to death when you go to the battlefield."

, you stupid pig!"

"Relax! Relax for me! Relax for me!"

Feng Yin was sweating coldly.

The instructor's hand was already pressed on the cage and he continued to shout: "Relax your whole body! Do you understand, pig? If you don't relax, I will shoot you with a needle and kill you, you son of a bitch!"

I watched the needle really start to move.

Feng Yin, who was under the eaves, how could he not lower his head, gave in instantly and hurriedly shouted: "Relax, relax..."

He quickly breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed. He still maintained his original posture, but his muscles were no longer tense.

When he relaxed, his energy and energy were completely different from before. The same was true for his physical condition. The relaxed muscles inevitably came into contact with the needle and instantly wrapped it up, causing pain.

Hundreds of places were added at once.

But Feng Yin made no further moves because he truly felt that the muscles were not punctured.

The elasticity of human epidermis protects itself to the greatest extent at this time.

"Relax? You pig!"

The instructor strode back and forth and kept saying, "Did you get stabbed to death? You pig! Is there an extra hole in your body? You idiot! Try farting and see if I can get a hole in you! You idiot!"

Idiot!"

Fengyin:……

Feng Yin swore repeatedly in his heart.

If I were not in the cage now, but still outside, I would definitely try my best to chop him!

Regardless of the consequences, regardless of the cost, this sword must definitely be cut!

This mouth...are you really talking about it?

It’s simply worse than Fei Xinyu!

It seems that whenever he opens his mouth to speak, there is not a single word that does not include cursing, as if he feels uncomfortable if he does not curse others?

"You fart, you damn fart! Why don't you fart? You fart, you fart!"

The instructor shouted to continue.

Feng Yin gritted his teeth: Boom, boom, boom...

"You want to hit me? You want to chop me? You pig! Stare, what are you staring at? If you stare again, you will get two more holes in your eyes. Do you believe it?"

Feng Yin was discouraged. He really believed it and had no doubt at all.

While the instructor was cursing, he followed the same pattern and drove everyone else into the iron cage. Everyone's pubic area was sealed, and they were worse than lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They had no choice but to let him control them.

"Relax, relax, can't you understand what people are saying? You idiots!"

"Did all of you grow up eating shit?"

"What does it mean to be stupid?"

"I have never seen such stupid pigs in my life, and they are coming in groups today... Hey, fat man, how can you become a killer when you are so fat? Do you choke people to death with your fat?

?I really rely on your uncle, what kind of food have you eaten since childhood?"

"I'm going to fuck you, fat man. The needle below you actually didn't prick anything... Is there still room? Damn it, how small are you?"

The fat man was so ashamed that his eyes were about to burst, but there was nothing he could do...

"Hahaha...ah!..."

Many guys nearby couldn't help but laugh, but it didn't matter. They were immediately hit by countless sharp thorns, piercing their skin, and everyone screamed.

After being pricked by a needle, he screamed and trembled subconsciously. His body immediately suffered more sharp thorns, and the screams suddenly became one.

Of the more than 600 gold medal killers here, at least 600 of them were screaming.

Some people shivered instinctively because they had endured too many stabbings, but as they shivered, they would only get more dense small blood holes one after another, so they continued to scream, continue to shiver, and continued to add pinholes and blood holes...

…

Some of them were particularly unlucky, and the spikes pierced their lower body, ahem... and the screams could only be described as earth-shattering.

"Laugh? Let you laugh! Don't you know that keeping a straight face is the most basic operation of a killer?"

The instructor paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his golden mask casting a cold light: "Do you think you are here for training to have a laugh? Hmm? I think you are all just here to show off your laughter!?"

"Thank you for being a gold medal killer, shit! How did you all get promoted to the golden gold medal! From yesterday to today, look at how happy you all are... you never stop laughing and joking!"

"You are still smiling in a cage with needles, you still dare to laugh, you are such a talent!"

"The killer... must strictly control his emotions under any circumstances. Once he loses control of his emotions, it is no different than his own death! But what about you? You are so happy just because I say that others are underestimating you? What fun is there?

?Do you know that many times you will die if you just smile? You are a bunch of idiots who deserve to be stabbed! If you are stabbed too little, it will not be enough for you to remember."

"And these women, what are you laughing at? Huh? What about the fat guy...well, it's funny? Why don't you laugh now? Does it feel good to be pierced? Are there a few more holes all over your body? Are you comfortable? All of them

These are unsatisfactory things!"

"Why are you crying? Hold it in! If you don't want to suffer, just commit suicide in this cage. It's not like no one died in it before! Die, you should die! Die quickly and be clean!"

"Laugh, shout, shout, cry, tremble, collapse, and then...go to hell! Anyway, the bigger your movements, the more you will be stabbed, and the more painful it will be! You will not rest until you die.

!If you want to come out early, I tell you clearly, there is no way!"

"The soul can come out, but only if the person dies inside!"

"Idiots... quack quack..."

The instructor turned around.

Many smart people have learned the appearance of Feng Yin, relaxing their body and mind, and presenting their postures in the most soothing state.
To be continued...