At the same time.
Sweat kept dripping from his forehead into his eyes, forcing Xu Ran to close his eyes, so the sweat wouldn't affect him.
Unknowingly, Xu Ran had been practicing the Dragon Riding Stake for a quarter of an hour.
This quarter of an hour felt like years to him.
This quarter of an hour felt longer than his three past lives combined!
Not only was the time long, but his body was also undergoing endless torment.
Even he didn't know how many times his legs and arms had trembled, while the sweat from his forehead could form a small pond.
If his physical condition wasn't good enough, this sweat could have dehydrated him and caused him to fail.
"Not bad!"
At this moment.
The bald man's voice sounded again from the side, and although his words seemed like praise, his tone was full of sarcasm.
"It's only been a quarter of an hour, and your body's already like a sieve. No need to continue; there's no way you'll hold out for an hour!"
"Sigh!"
