NOVEL NEXT chapter 341 : Serum Effects
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In the heart of the training grounds, a scene of intense determination unfolded. Das, his body bound to a sturdy pole, looked both exhausted and resolute. The old man, with his singular eye fixed on his task, continued his meticulous work.
His fingers moved with precision, tracing a labyrinth of lines across Das's powerful muscles. Each touch, seemingly gentle, carried a hidden intent—to weaken the body that had endured hours of unrelenting training.
The sweat-drenched skin of Das bore the marks of his trials, the glistening droplets reflecting the effort he had put forth. Despite his exhaustion, his gaze remained steady, a testament to his indomitable spirit. The bindings that held him in place bore witness to his willingness to endure, to push himself beyond his perceived limits.
Beside them, a lone student of the old man observed the scene with growing concern. The sight of Das's fatigued form and the intensity of the old man's technique spurred him to intervene.
"Master," his voice held a note of urgency, "he's reached the end. You need to stop."
"Hmmhh… Do you think he is another random human being? This guy's body straining my fingers. Do you know what that mean? I'm not even done half of the damage." The old man answered in a stern tone while continuing his actions.
The repeated blows from the old man's fingers left their mark on Das's back, the impact both sharp and calculated. Each strike served a dual purpose—testing Das's endurance and weakening his body further. Despite the physical strain, Das remained resolute, his determination etched onto his sweat and blood covered features.
As the old man continued his relentless assault, the urgency of the situation became apparent. "Master, should you really continue?" a concerned voice broke through the intensity.
A fellow student, observing the scene, could not help but voice his unease. The old man's response was unyielding, his voice firm as he issued his command. "Stop interfering and start beating his back with the wooden mace."
With the old man's directive, the training escalated. The rhythmic sound of the mace striking flesh punctuated the air, each impact adding to the physical toll Das was enduring. The intensity of the training seemed to amplify, reaching a crescendo as the wooden mace connected with Das's back. Yet, amidst the gruelling trial, the old man's unwavering guidance underscored a deeper purpose.
Amidst this demanding scene, the other student, poised with a metal box, stood ready. The contents within—a collection of vials filled with blood—spoke to the complexity of the training. Each vial, marked with a careful gradation of potency, held a vital role. These resources were a testament to the intricate planning that underpinned this rigorous training.
After twenty intense minutes of unrelenting blows, the old man finally ceased his assault, allowing the ropes binding Das's body to loosen. With a controlled descent, Das slid down the pole, his form resting against it in a rectangular stance. The toll of the training was evident in his heaving breaths and the sheen of perspiration covering his body.
Wasting no time, the one-eyed old man swiftly retrieved vials containing Leo family blood serum, carefully stored within the marked veils. These vials held a potent elixir, each one a testament to the family's unique abilities. With a determined purpose, the old man approached Das, gripping his cheeks to steady him, and commenced pouring the serum into his mouth.
The transformation was swift, the powerful serum working its magic within moments. One by one, over ten vials of the blood serum were administered to Das, the liquid infusing his system with an almost palpable energy. The effects of the serum were immediately visible, manifesting in the way Das's breathing steadied and his body seemed to regain its vitality.
As the serum took effect, Das's features underwent a change, a subtle intensity reflecting in his red eyes. The complex infusion of Leo family blood serum was a testament to its potency, the culmination of generations of refinement and mastery. In those fleeting minutes, as the serum flowed through his veins, Das's body seemed to resonate with newfound strength and vigour.
"Concentrate on absorbing the serum's effects," the old man's voice resounded with an urgency that matched his actions. With precise determination, he continued pouring the Leo family blood serum into Das's mouth, each vial contributing to the transformative energy coursing through his veins.
"Sense the newfound energy inside your body," the old man urged, his one-eyed gaze locked onto Das's every move. The serum's potency was evident in the heightened awareness that began to spread within Das. It was as if a surge of vitality was awakening dormant facets of his being, sparking a keen sensitivity to the intricacies of his own physiology.
With the final vial administered, the old man's command echoed again, "Try to move your muscles, come on... get up." The ropes that had restrained Das were removed completely, leaving him free to rise.
Gradually, Das began to put one foot in front of the other, each step gaining in strength. It was a slow, deliberate progression, a testament to the concentration required to harness the newfound energy that pulsed within him.
As Das moved, the effects of the serum became increasingly palpable. Muscles that had been pushed to their limits during the gruelling training earlier in the day were reawakening, rebuilding with exponential speed. The broken strands of muscle fibres seemed to mend and fuse, visibly growing stronger under the influence of the serum's regenerative properties.
The process was both empowering and surreal, as Das felt the synergy between his intent and the amplified capabilities his body was now exhibiting. With each movement, he could feel the integration of the serum's effects, as if the very essence of his being was aligning with a newfound reservoir of strength.
The old man's encouragement was both a challenge and a beacon, spurring Das onward. As he continued to move, the remnants of fatigue were gradually replaced by a surge of vitality that seemed to surge from deep within him. The air around him seemed charged with an almost tangible energy, mirroring the transformative journey that was unfolding within.
Each step he took echoed with the story of his progress, his gradual rise a testament to the fusion of mind, body, and the unique essence that defined him as a member of the Leo family.
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