1942: Devilish Training (2)

Devilish Training (2)

"Master, I think they are dying." Crouching in Shen Yanxiao's body, Taotie had been observing the training of these teenagers.2

For Taotie, it was a supreme honor to have Shen Yanxiao personally teach them.

Throughout the Forsaken Land, how many humans and demons had lined up for Shen Yanxiao's guidance? However, Shen Yanxiao was as busy as a mule. Other than guiding Nangong Mengmeng in the early days, occasionally guiding Gong Jiuyin, and finally sparring with the thieves in the Silver Hands, Shen Yanxiao had little spare time to teach others.

However, no matter which side it was, as long as they were taught by Shen Yanxiao, their strength would advance by leaps and bounds.

Nangong Mengmeng had only studied under her as a Warlock for more than a year, but she had already begun to prepare to advance to a Second-Class Expert. Gong Jiuyin had grown up from an ordinary girl to a Senior Herbalist. As for those people from the Silver Hands, there was no need to mention them. They were already skilled, and with Shen Yanxiao's guidance, they had advanced by leaps and bounds.

Taotie had seen all of this in his heart. Shen Yanxiao might not be the most traditional teacher out there. She only targeted the weakest and most crucial parts of the other party. Often, one sentence was enough to challenge the other party's bottleneck.

If not for the fact that the cultivation methods of magical beasts and humans were completely different, Taotie would have wanted to ask his master for guidance.

However…

Looking at a group of undead teenagers who were half-dead from exhaustion, aside from slightly despising the physique of undeads, Taotie was more worried that these naughty brats would be directly trained to death by Shen Yanxiao.

It had only been two days!

These brats were already sprawled on the ground like mud. How were they to spend the next 28 days?

"No. Although the physique of undeads is not as durable as that of humans, they can recover very quickly. As long as they are given a little rest, they will recover very soon." Shen Yanxiao looked at the group of undead teenagers and was not too worried. Before training them, Shen Yanxiao had studied in detail about the physique of undeads overnight.

Because of their race, undeads did not have the endurance of humans, but they recovered very quickly. Undeads were not good at long-drawn out fights, but as long as they were given a little rest, it was enough for them to continue to cope with the next battle.

In Shen Yanxiao's words, humans were like long-lasting machines, while undeads were machines that could store little energy but charge quickly.

Even though she arranged high-intensity training for Zhanye and others, she also gave them enough time to rest during this period. Otherwise, these teenagers might really die of exhaustion like Taotie said.

"Get up," Shen Yanxiao suddenly stood up and said to the group of undead teenagers.

The teenagers who were still lying on the ground a second ago immediately stood up after hearing Shen Yanxiao's order. Even though their bodies were shaking, none of them hesitated.

Shen Yanxiao had trained her obedience to the extreme.

"Now, the training continues." Shen Yanxiao pulled a long face. At this time, she must learn to be ruthless.

"Yes!" The voice squeezed out from their chests was so dry, but after Shen Yanxiao gave the order, all the teenagers seemed to have forgotten their fatigue and began to line up orderly, running around the periphery of the martial arts arena at a fast pace.

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