Moreover, this numbing sensation was far from pleasant; he would even prefer if the opponent simply slashed him with a knife.
"If I just outlast it, will that count as passing the test?"
Liu Zheng asked tentatively.
"Then I'll keep releasing crickets. If you have the skills, outlast them all, and then I'll take over personally,"
the old man said, expressionless.
"Ahaha. Let's not trouble your elder just yet. Turn it up a notch."
He laughed it off.
"Hmph. So young and always trying to be slick,"
the old man glared at him, then extended another finger.
A purple-headed cricket stretched its limbs and then plucked out its fangs, joining the red-headed cricket to strike the clay basin.
Compared to the red-headed cricket, the purple-headed one was obviously more composed, with a much more relaxed rhythm.
But, with every strike on the clay basin, a more powerful wave of sound burst forth.
"Pup-pup-pup-pup-pup!"
