Noble Husband At the Door

He left, full of ridicule and disdain.

Samuel looked at him, clenched his teeth, and similarly retorted in a cold voice, "You can do whatever you want to play. If you want me to beg for mercy, you should give up as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, Samuel lay on the ground and waited.

Ten minutes later, the old man appeared as promised.

The old man knew that Samuel had already given him the answer when he saw that Samuel was still looking away.

He was not angry. Instead, he gave a faint smile and said, "All right, since you have made your choice, I will grant your wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sea of fire rose around Samuel, and the Devilish Training began again.

Samuel was not afraid, but he refused to lie flat. Like the first time, he fought back.

First, it was fire, then ice, then earth, and then wood and metal.

Although the first three stages were difficult, it was not particularly difficult for Samuel.

However, the alliance of wood and gold behind him was really too strong. Samuel was almost the same

as the last time. He did not hold on for long before he was completely defeated.

The ending had never changed.

The old man didn't seem to intend to stop.

When Samuel was rescued again, all the nightmares began again.

This cycle went on for who knew how many hours, or how many days. The cycle of reincarnation had already gone on countless times.

Samuel was constantly tortured by the five elements, then killed and rescued by the old man.

Everything seemed to be repeating itself, as if it was reincarnation.

"It has already been six times. How about it? Are you still not planning to change your mind?" The old man softly laughed as he looked at Samuel.

Samuel turned his head to the side and ignored the old man.

The old man smiled. "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you angry?"

Samuel still ignored him. For him, there was no need for him to say anything to this pervert.

It was no wonder that he had felt this elder to be much more sinister and mysterious than the old man outside. It seemed he hadn't lied to him.

This old man's mind was freakish, his face carrying a wave of sinisterness.

"It doesn't matter. There are so many people who hate me. Who do you think you are? Besides, I don't know how long I've lived for. If want to be hated by others, I'll be pissed off for the rest of my life."

"Well, since you don't speak, there's no point in communicating. You can continue."

As soon as he finished speaking, another round of torture began.

Samuel didn't even make a sound. Anyway, he had experienced this pain countless times. Although it was unbearable, he was used to it.

The most important thing was that Samuel was competing with the old man. He wanted to preserve his strength to the end to resist the metal and wood pressure.

Samuel believed that as long as he broke through the last barrier, the old man would definitely be exasperated.

Whether he was killed or not, Samuel could take this opportunity to vent his anger. Thinking of this, Samuel began to operate it himself.

Sure enough, when wood and gold attacked once again, Samuel, who was fully prepared, was clearly much easier to deal with this time around Although he had only endured for around an hour before he ended up failing, no matter how one put it, the amount of time he could endure had already been extended by at least twice.

However, Samuel was neither proud nor ambitious. The next time, he was not in a hurry to extend his time or break free from their pressure.

Instead, he would use the longer

time he could endure to slowly contemplate the freakishness and terror of the combination of metal and wood. Then, he would come up with a corresponding plan in advance. Naturally, he would have a

better way to adapt toave a

next time.

After repeating this a few times, Samuel began to grasp some of the tricks and continued to hold on for longer and longer.

Seeing this, Samuel did not even doubt that if he was to do it a dozen or twenty more times, he would definitely be able to break through the metal and wood pressure.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen or twenty times had passed.

Samuel also felt that it was time for him to break through the last barrier...