UGB Chapter 394 Evelyn, you've gone astray!
Chapter 394 Evelyn, you've gone astray!
The three exchanged glances, surprised that the training in this instance actually brought real benefits.
However, this A-level completion is ultimately a safety net for ordinary players.
If given the chance, I would naturally want to achieve an S-rank clear, as that would make the game much more enjoyable.
Xia Ning raised her hand and gestured for everyone to go: "Let's rest over there for a while. Once everyone is here, I'll take you to the cafeteria."
Lin Feng nodded slightly, and together with Evelyn and Wasim, they walked towards the direction where Dave and Park Ji-won were standing.
As the three approached, Dave came up to them with a carefree attitude, his tone full of relief at surviving the ordeal:
"It's so good to see you all! I almost thought I was going to die on the way here, thank God!"
Park Ji-won, standing to the side, pursed his lips and lowered his head slightly, as if deliberately concealing something.
Wasim glanced around and immediately pointed at Park Ji-won's lips, asking in confusion, "Teacher Park, what happened to your lips?"
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to him. Park Ji-won's upper and lower lips were noticeably swollen and red, and there was a patch of broken skin near the corner of his lower lip, which looked particularly conspicuous.
Park Ji-won's eyes darted around, and he stammered, "Uh... well... I just... accidentally bumped into it."
"You bumped into something?" Wasim raised an eyebrow, his tone full of suspicion. "Where could you bump yourself like that? It looks like you were bitten by something..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Dave finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter, patting Park Ji-won's shoulder hard.
Park Ji-won stared intently at Dave, as if to say, "Please stop talking."
"Hey! What did he get hurt like that!" Dave waved his hand, deliberately raising his voice, "He was kissed by the Slit-Mouthed Woman!"
The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Wasim's expression quickly shifted from confusion to shock, and then from shock to a complex, subtle look that carried a hint of admiration and a touch of mockery.
"...Huh?" His voice rose slightly. "A kiss?"
"Teacher Park... Teacher Park..." He stammered, wiping away tears from the corner of his eye. "Your taste... is quite unusual..."
Park Ji-won's face was so red it looked like it could bleed: "Stop talking, I guess this is just..."
He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, as if he were mentally preparing himself.
Then he raised his head, his gaze fixed firmly on the distance, and said, word by word, "To die for one's country!"
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Studio:
"Hahaha, Dave, you really know how to make the show work! Rubbing salt in your teammate's wounds, huh? Haha!"
"What does it mean to be a professional finisher? Dave's move deserves full marks! Teacher Park's expression is one of utter despair!"
"Brother Feng really eats well. Compared to the Slit-Mouthed Woman, Xia Ning is like a stinking ditch in heaven..."
"That slit-mouthed woman's face could be quite nice with some stitches and cosmetic surgery. Isn't South Korea good at that? I think Mr. Park should just take the slit-mouthed woman back with him and they could be together."
"Haha, I've already come up with the script, it'll be called... 'My Girlfriend is a Slit-Mouthed Woman,' the ratings will definitely explode!"
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Evelyn, however, was preoccupied with something else:
"By the way, how did you guys withstand the golden light entering your bodies just now? That burning sensation... wasn't mild."
Dave pointed at Park Ji-won: "Before the golden light entered my body, Teacher Park taught me a method."
"Method?" Evelyn raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes.
"Yes." Park Ji-won cleared his throat, reverting to a more teacher-like demeanor. "Actually, it's just... a technique for shifting attention."
"At the moment the golden light enters your body, don't focus on the burning sensation, but deliberately pay attention to the sensations in other parts of your body."
"For example... feel the soles of your feet, feel the texture of your feet touching the ground, feel the pattern of the shoe soles."
Evelyn turned her head, her gaze first falling on Lin Feng's face, then glancing almost imperceptibly at Xia Ning not far away, a mischievous smile flashing across her eyes:
"Lin Feng, isn't this the cognitive coverage method you used on the 'Eternal Throat' flight?"
Lin Feng's expression froze for a moment.
In the "Eternal Throat Flight" segment, he imagined "Xia Ning riding a horse" to reach the rear of the cabin.
He coughed lightly, his tone slightly unnatural as he tried to cover it up: "Hey, it's all in the past, why bring it up again?"
Dave leaned closer with great interest: "That sounds amazing! Hey, can you share it with us?"
Lin Feng rubbed his nose: "Well... there are many ways to achieve Rome, the key is to find the one that suits you best."
Evelyn smiled as she looked at Lin Feng's embarrassed expression, unable to suppress a chuckle.
Dave was about to ask more questions when suddenly footsteps sounded in the distance.
The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw Amirka, a monk from the Kingdom of Nipo, helping a companion as they struggled toward the main gate of the temple.
Behind them, the Iron Chain Prisoner, whose body was bound by black iron chains, followed silently.
Unlike Lin Feng's group, who were composed, the two were in a sorry state.
Amirka's monk's robe was torn in many places and stained with dust and blood.
The companion he was helping was dressed in traditional clothing from the Kingdom of Budan. His left arm was clearly bent in an unnatural position, obviously broken.
Dave couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "My God, that arm looks painful!"
Wasim frowned slightly: "That chained prisoner doesn't look easy to deal with. It's already a miracle that he's managed to hold out until now without being wiped out."
The two led the chained prisoner step by step to the front of the temple's main gate. Amirka helped Tsewang to a stop and bowed slightly to the chained prisoner.
The chained prisoner swept his gaze across the main gate of the temple, then bent down, kneeling heavily on the stone slab, clasped his hands together above his head, and slowly closed his eyes.
A moment later, a golden light slowly condensed and rose from the body of the Iron Chain Prisoner. It paused in the air for a moment before splitting into two strands, which accurately drifted toward Amirka and Tsewang, landing on their heads and slowly seeping into their bodies.
Amirka frowned slightly, and the muscles all over his body tensed instantly.
But he remained motionless, made no sound, and even maintained a steady breathing rhythm.
Only the fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead betrayed the torment he was enduring.
In contrast, the situation was quite different for Cewang, who was standing next to him.
The moment the golden light touched the top of his head, the scorching power instantly swept over his entire body. A pain far more intense than he had anticipated exploded, spreading along his meridians to his limbs and bones, intertwining with the pain of his broken left arm, as if all the bones in his body were being burned and melted by raging fire.
The excruciating pain from his broken arm had already exhausted most of his willpower, and now, enduring such an extreme backlash of golden light, he could no longer hold on.
"ah--!"
A piercing scream erupted from his mouth, shattering the tranquility in front of the temple gates.