I Am Supreme

Chapter 956 - The Night Of Hell!

Chapter 956: The Night Of Hell!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When the dire sense of foreboding dissipated, all three of them subconsciously assumed that it must have been due to the massive pressure they were under recently. They had undoubtedly misjudged it - but it made no sense that all of them shared the same wrong impression!

When midnight came about, the Residence of Nine Supremes’ chief trainer executed his authority once again. Other than Yun Yang, the rest of the eight men were gathered together and had their six senses sealed, leaving them with only their mystical Qi, and thus began an extreme round of unarmed combat.

“Fight to your death - if you don’t want to beat someone to death, you will be beaten to death by others!”

Dong Qitian said faintly, “I must see at least four half-dead men tomorrow morning! This is relevant to your ranking in the near future. I won’t hold it against you if you choose to be merciful.”

He went back to sleep after leaving his instructions.

It had been more than four thousand years since he could comfortably lie down to sleep. Now that he had escaped captivity, he had to babysit this group of children; it was only expected of him that )he would not stand or sit if he could lie down. As Dong Qitian laid himself on the bed, he felt utterly blissful the moment his back touched the soft mattress.

“So what if your cultivation base is out of this world?” Dong Qitian sighed slowly, “Real happiness is to feel like a common person.”

“One can open up a valley and feed himself from the wind and dew the higher his cultivation base is, but he loses an average person’s joy of eating. One can be in closed-door cultivation for months without sleeping or resting but he, instead, loses an average person’s joy of sleeping. One can be ambitious to triumph over the world, having longevity and living long in this realm, but how is the average person’s happiness of having family and grandchildren to come about?”

“Despite being an old monster who’s been alive for tens of thousands of years, meeting and parting are constants in life, having seen the livelihood of people, gone through the vicissitudes of life to the grow and fall of this society even, is there the happiness an ordinary person goes through…”

“Heirs and heiresses are certainly expected to exceed hundreds of thousands in number as tens of thousands of years go by, but which child can always be remembered when there are so many of them? When one loses his concern for his family, indifferent to everything like a stranger, what family warmth is there even when one has many descendants?”

Dong Qitian lay on the bed enjoying the softness of his mattress, but sleep had escaped him.

Looking at the moon outside the window, various thoughts and emotions surged up waves within him. For a moment, he was entranced.

“There was a saying many years ago… Be a person first if you wish to enter heaven. Now, cultivators are everywhere, but who among them is actually living fully as a person?”

…

Pow, pow, pow.

All Feng Guohai and colleagues heard throughout the night was the sound of flesh hitting flesh wafting from the training ground. It came ceaselessly until moans and groans joined in later, a chorus of increasing agony.

The trio was unable to rest from the commotion, cloaking themselves and coming out to watch the source of the noise instead. Once they did, however, they shook their head in disdain.

The eight people on the field were attacking each other like berserk tigers. It was fine that they were punching each other, but all of them were knocking into each other like headless flies, beating up whoever they caught. There was no target nor order. It was a mess, a horrible one to look at.

Being horrible to look at meant two things here. Firstly, it was the trio’s comment regarding the eight men’s strategies and techniques. Their fighting methods were horrible to look at, a pain to the eyes. Secondly, the entire situation was basically a horrible sight. Each person was facing seven enemies at the same time; while they attacked others all the time, they were simultaneously being attacked by seven others!

Each one of them gritted their teeth, hissing, their faces were swollen and blood dripped on to the ground. All of them were being beaten to the ground and picking themselves up continuously. Their attacks were strong and powerful, evident of their excellent mystical Qi cultivation base, but their attacking modes were purposeless.

It was as if everyone was deaf and blind, stripped of their senses. They were worse than ordinary men who had just learned to fight for a few days.

“Such a training method is rather unique.”

Feng Guohai frowned as he replied, “This is my first time seeing it.”

“This is my first time too. I’ve never seen something like this elsewhere,” chorused Xiao Yushu and Gu Jiuxiao, shaking their heads.

“Such training is wasting away their talent. How is it possibly efficient?”

They shook their heads as they watched the brute fight, but Shi Wuchen and others who were in the battle slowly felt an unfamiliar sensation.

In the beginning, the battle felt tough. They could not see, could not hear, and could not feel. They could only launch their attacks blindly, based purely on their practitioner instincts, but they gradually found what worked for them.

This was… the seventh sense!

Depending on their innate senses to danger as cultivators, eight of them began to slowly display deliberate movements to avoid and evade. Their attacks picked up order, no longer fighting blindly based on luck. As such, their injuries grew increasingly severe.

It looked like all of them were sleepwalking now, launching their attacks softly but releasing a tremendous amount of power when they met their target. Switching to this mode saw their attacks successfully hitting the mark eight times out of ten.

Fortunately, their cultivation base was similar, so there was no worry of someone actually killing anybody else by accident…

The first night of training was called… the night of hell.

As the night continued on, all eight men lay on the ground unconscious, without exception. When dawn broke, Yun Yang dragged all of them into a room and pushed a pill into each of their mouths. Then, he exited the room without further concern, closing the door with a bang.

When afternoon came, eight of them woke up respectively and cultivated to recover themselves, recuperating their physical forms. As they did, they cussed aloud.

“Who beat me up to this state?”

“What’s left of the brotherhood?”

“F*ck, couldn’t you fellows have pulled your punches a little?”

“Did you go lighter when you attacked?”

“It’s not the same… Hiss - that hurt!”

“It’s fine being a bit rough during practice but I would just like to ask - who the f*ck kicked my groin?”

An impatient voice moaned, “I’m a f*cking virgin… You bastards… Ouch, I wonder if it’s still usable…”

“You think you’re the only one…” someone else chimed in, obviously just catching his breath, as his voice quavered with pain, “My groin… it’s about to shatter…”

“As if others weren’t hit…” Someone else was reveling in their suffering as he said, “Who’s to blame when you don’t tilt to the side quickly enough when you were kicked? Take the hit with your legs, you idiot!”

With a loud crash, Dong Qitian walked in casually.