nycdaug Chapter 204 Difficulties
Chapter 204 Difficulties
Therefore, no matter how bad the situation was, no matter how scared and panicked he was inside, he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to suppress the urge to scream or make any noise.
Every breath became extremely heavy and difficult, but he still firmly forced himself to remain silent, not daring to let the slightest sound slip out of his throat. Because he knew that if he was not careful, even if it was just the slightest sound, it would remind him of his painful appearance in front of others, and he would look very embarrassed.
At that moment, he stood there, as still as a statue, silently enduring the unspeakable pain and pressure. His body trembled uncontrollably, like a flickering candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. Beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, dripping down like beads from a broken string, soaking his clothes. Yet, even so, he clenched his teeth tightly, his lips bitten white and even bleeding, yet he showed no sign of opening his mouth to reveal the truth.
Because of this, no matter how many hardships and obstacles lay ahead, no matter how much pressure and unspeakable pain he endured, he never had the slightest thought of retreating or giving up. He knew that only by gritting his teeth and persevering with all his might could he overcome the numerous difficulties and usher in a ray of hope. Every step forward was a desperate battle against fate, and with an iron will and an indomitable spirit, he trudged along this thorny path.
That overwhelming willpower was like a towering, rock-hard mountain, its strength surpassing even the strongest steel in the world, impenetrable and indestructible! Like an invisible yet incredibly tenacious rope, it tightly wrapped around his body, from limbs to torso, every muscle bound by this force, unable to break free. Furthermore, even his spiritual world was not spared. That willpower, like an impenetrable net, enveloped him completely, tightly enveloping his thoughts, emotions, and even his soul, leaving him no chance to breathe.
At that moment, he clenched his teeth tightly, the force threatening to break them. However, the prolonged effort had already strained his jaws. Blood oozed from between them, mixing with saliva, leaving his once-pristine teeth stained with blood, a startling sight. Even so, he showed no sign of relaxing, instead clenching his teeth even harder, as if this was the only way to hold on and prevent himself from collapsing.
Every muscle in his body was tense, as if pulled to its limit by an invisible force. His muscles were sharply defined, as hard as steel, brimming with explosive power. At that moment, he was like a fully drawn bow, the string stretched to its limit, trembling slightly. It seemed as if with the slightest release, the long-accumulated, powerful energy would burst forth like a wild horse, unleashing a shocking burst of force and impact.
At that moment, the crimson blood began to seep out from between his tightly clenched teeth! Strands of blood, as if possessing a life of their own, slowly trickled down the corners of his mouth. Each drop was like a heavy teardrop, dripping silently onto the ground, carrying with it endless pain and sorrow.
As time passed, the falling drops gradually coalesced, forming a series of shocking blood flowers. Like flowers of evil blooming in hell, these flowers exuded an eerie and terrifying aura that sent shivers down one's spine. They quietly blossomed on the cold ground, forming a stark and cruel contrast with their surroundings, as if telling a story of profound tragedy.
Yet, no matter what happened outside, no matter how many hardships, obstacles, and temptations he encountered, nothing could shake his iron-hard, unwavering resolve. He knew that if he let down his guard even a little bit on this thorny and challenging path, all the sweat, tears, and days and nights of unwavering hard work and struggle he had shed would be like fragile sand sculptures, instantly washed away by the merciless waves and vanished into thin air. All his previous efforts would be wasted. So, no matter what, he would grit his teeth and forge ahead, step by step, never allowing himself a moment of hesitation or retreat.
In this way, time passed by minute by minute, and he stood firm in his place like a steadfast mountain. Although the difficulties before him were like an insurmountable mountain, his resolute gaze never wavered.
Every moment of endurance felt like a long and brutal battle, but he showed no sign of retreat, silently enduring all the pressure and pain. Sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking his clothes, but he ignored it all, with only one belief in his heart - to persevere!
He knew that as long as he didn't give up, he would surely reach that crucial moment when he could finally break through the difficulties. That moment might come in the next second, or it might require even more hardships and tests. But no matter what, he was fully prepared to meet any possible challenge.
At this moment, a concerned voice came from the side asking "What's wrong with you?"
Fang Cong's eyes widened to the size of bells, almost popping out, his gaze fixed on Lu Yan like a torch. Lu Yan's body trembled slightly. The swaying wasn't large, but it was noticeable, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. As time ticked by, Lu Yan's body swayed more and more, as if he had lost his balance. One couldn't help but wonder if he could continue to stand, or if he would suddenly collapse in the next moment, crashing to the ground like a tree battered by a violent storm.
That face, which was originally handsome and angular, seemed to have been drained of all vitality at this moment. It became as pale as a lifeless piece of white paper, and even a trace of blood could not be found.