Demon Lord 3

My father rolled his eyes at me and said, "Do you really think your dad is the sun? He's just an ordinary person. Just take a nap here. I can stay up all night, but I don't need to. I've come to this world to live an ordinary life. Can't I let him take a nap?" After my father took a nap, we continued to work. When we couldn't work anymore, we sat down to rest. I often wondered why we were so exhausted. Why can't we just balance work and rest? But young people are full of energy. It's impossible to finish a lifetime's work in a day. But we were still willing to work hard together. My father admired our spirit. When we rested, he gave the disciples who had tickets to practice with them. I was jealous. Seeing others practicing made me feel uncomfortable. I asked my father when we could practice, but he remained silent. They practiced with wooden stakes in the water, standing there all day. Some practiced jumping, some practiced flying, and some even played. I didn't understand what the group of people who played meant. My father said these were rich kids coming here to experience life, and there was no need to force them. It would just be a waste of time. I thought that wasn't a good idea, and I wanted to train, but the so-called rich kid immediately threw me down. My father smiled and said, "Don't even try. You have no chance. You're no match for him with your limited strength. The hardships you've endured aren't even one percent of what they've endured!" I sighed after hearing that. I hadn't expected to be looked down upon by a so-called rich kid like that, and even thrown down. My friends came to check on me, and I said I was fine, insisting on getting up. But then I realized my arm was hurting. It had just twisted, and a tingling sensation spread throughout my body. I twisted my shoulder, and sat back down, watching the others train. Those so-called playful people, if you look closely, were probably also exchanging blows. They seemed to be wrestling and playing around, but in reality, they were practicing real combat. They must be the most powerful group. Why would I mess with them when I could mess with anyone else? Aren't those people standing still any better? Before I could even join him, Zhou Chuyuan had already rushed forward to engage the man. Unexpectedly, he'd barely reached the wooden stake, barely even gaining a firm foothold when he was slammed into the water with a few kicks. A huge splash erupted. I hadn't expected our two strongest men to be defeated. Everyone was fairly evenly matched in strength, so we hadn't immediately engaged in a full-scale battle. We'd just considered exchanging blows, but we hadn't expected them to actually fight. Zhou Chuyuan wanted to make a serious move of his own, but his father called him back, telling him to hold back and learn a lesson. "Yes, if they were real enemies, how could they possibly show us mercy?" I immediately slumped. Watching others practice was truly painful. I sighed and pondered how I could get back at the man I'd just met. I was sure I couldn't defeat him, so what if I just held onto the wood? When I approached, I realized there was no way I could pull the man off the wood. What father had taught me this technique? You usually can't move. They will protect something and hold on to it forever. If you get this person down from that thing, it means you are capable, but they will usually perish with it. If they don't want to come down, they will never be able to come down. Otherwise, there is one thing, that is, they will die together. I was also shocked when I saw this technique. It is better not to practice it. None of these techniques are suitable for us. We either practice our own spiritual pets, or practice our own weapons, or practice our own magic bodies or holy bodies, but no one practices them. Such a scary thing, I stayed away from that place and was about to go back to eat my roast chicken. Zhou Chuyuan was holding the half of mine and was grinning there. I snatched it away, and it really didn't let go. He said he was also practicing that technique. I was also furious and bit it. I didn't expect that he simply let go, and my mouth hit his mouth directly. There was silence for a while, and then there was a burst of booing.