Douluo's golden dragon reverses the world

Chapter 35 What Does It Feel Like To Die?
midnight……

The back mountain of Wuhun Academy.

Usually at this time, almost everyone has already fallen asleep, however, Bailong is training silently by himself.

At this time, his body was hanging upside down on a branch about three meters away, doing sit-ups.

For a killer, daily strength and conditioning training is essential.

In this way, not only can you ensure that your muscles and nerves are kept at their peak before each shot, but also you can control your body more and more easily.

A mature killer can often skillfully master every part of his body that exerts force, and can easily control these parts of his body, making every muscle, every line, every breath...etc. Learn to have your own thoughts, let them become a separate "thinking", and consciously cooperate with your own brain.

This situation, in layman's terms, is the so-called muscle memory.

When you think about it, you can defeat the enemy in an instant!
Bailong is very clear about what he wants, and from the very beginning, he has determined his direction.

kill!
For this reason, what he has learned is naturally the Dao of Killing!
And Bibi Dong taught her the way of soul master, which will make her walk on this road longer!

Sure enough, people's strength is not without reason.

Genius is actually not terrible. What is terrible is that this person still works hard.

While Bailong was training, a figure slowly appeared from behind.

The figure was actually walking in the direction of the white dragon. Every time he took a step, the ground would hear the crisp sound of tree branches breaking and the sound of the shoe soles separating from the soil when he lifted his feet.

Although the voice was not loud, it was especially clear in this silent back mountain. Obviously, the visitor didn't seem to have any intention of hiding, and walked straight behind Bailong.

However, Bailong continued to exercise as if he didn't hear it.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is still in the wild. This is definitely the right time and place for an assassination. Bailong knows this very well.

If there are no helpers around, for the killer, this is definitely the best time for them to do it.

"Boy, do you dare to accept my challenge!"

Yan looked at the white dragon hanging on the tree and spoke at the top of his lungs.

Bai Long didn't pay any attention to it, and continued to persist on his own. He didn't know how many there were. The only thing that could be seen was Bai Long's face, which was already covered with big beads of sweat.

Sweat was continuously sprinkled in the air along with every ups and downs of Bailong's body, shining like pearls under the moonlit night.

But even though he was sweating profusely, he still gritted his teeth and continued to persevere.

Human potential is unlimited, and only by transcending can progress be made.

Bai Long's ignorance made Yan, who was already grumpy, even more angry. In his hand, a fireball the size of a football slowly condensed and exploded directly at the branch where Bai Long was.

Only a "bang" was heard, and the fireball hit the branch and exploded violently. The violent explosion directly broke the entire branch thick as a calf.

In response, Bailong's knees relaxed and his body fell directly downwards. Then he tapped his toes and landed lightly on the ground.

Seemingly casually looking at the broken branch on the ground and the charred black patch on it, Bai Long narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yan in a subtle way.

"Twice."

Looking at the Bailong who dodged his attack with such an understatement in front of him, Yan grinned and praised Bailong: "Boy, how dare you respond..."

The word "challenge" was just about to be spoken, and the next second...

In front of his eyes, a golden light passed by in the blink of an eye. After [-] seconds, he opened his eyes.

In sight, the figure of Bailong has disappeared...

Suddenly, a pitch-black and cold dagger directly touched his throat.

Yan's eye sockets were tightly opened, and his pupils dilated several times.

His gaze met a pair of golden pupils that were so cold that they seemed to have no warmth at all.

Time seemed to be completely frozen at this moment, and there was a dead silence all around.

I saw a bean-sized drop of cold sweat slipping quietly from Yan's forehead.

Guru
In the air, a throat rolling sound came out quietly, which was extraordinarily clear in this silent night.

Looking at the white dragon that appeared in front of him in horror, Yan Neng seemed to see that the person standing in front of him was not a person at all, but the god of death from hell.

And that pitch-black dagger is the sickle used by the god of death to harvest life.

"What does it feel like to die..."

Suddenly, a clear voice slowly sounded.

Not loud, but very clear.

There was no trace of emotion in Bailong's voice, as if recalling something, Bailong suddenly raised his head, then lowered his head again, looked at Yan, and said casually, "Have you experienced it?"

Bai Long's words seemed to have a kind of magical power, almost subconsciously, Yan shook his head.

"It was a very warm darkness, neither cold nor scary, very calm and serene..."

"Kind of like the best sleep I've ever had in my life..."

"Your blood will slowly become cold, starting from the limbs, and then, your heart will slowly stop beating. When you close your eyes, there will be endless darkness in front of you... It's like walking in a dark tunnel .”

"When you see a bright light suddenly coming from the front, you will walk towards the light source uncontrollably, and then... you will hear some noisy sounds in your ears..."

"You can clearly feel that you are disappearing, and there is a very relaxed and peaceful feeling..."

What Bailong seemed to be talking to himself fell into Yan's ears, like a spell from the devil, which made Yan's heart feel cold and his scalp tingling.

He had never experienced what death felt like before, and he didn't know what it felt like.

But, at this moment...

Looking at the icy dagger against his throat, and hearing Bailong's description, he seems to understand what it feels like...

"I only kill people. If you are ready to die..."

Bai Long slowly withdrew the dagger in his hand and said flatly.

If Yan hadn't been Hu Liena's friend, Bibi Dong had also told him that killing people was not allowed in Wuhun Academy. At this moment, he was already a corpse.

Turning around, Bailong walked towards the depths of the mountain in a leisurely manner.

Soul Venerable...

How many did he kill?

It seems... I don't remember...

thump!
Not long after Bailong left, Yan's body collapsed on the ground, his eye sockets were wide open, and he began to breathe heavily as if he was about to suffocate.

He had never thought that death was so close. At that moment, he seemed to see a wide river appearing in front of him.

The strange thing is that the water in the river is black, as if it is a darkness that can swallow everything. On the other side of the river, a black death god is showing a ferocious smile and waving to him gently.

He stood up with difficulty and stumbled towards the dormitory step by step.

The next day, Yan was not feeling well.

After that, I became seriously ill for three days for no apparent reason...

(End of this chapter)