Qin Feng’s performance and progress over the past few days had put He Chenguang under immense pressure.
Ever since Qin Feng helped him catch the scorpion, he had already considered Qin Feng his idol. However, as he found himself falling further and further behind his idol, a sense of unease began to creep in. He couldn't let Qin Feng always be ahead; they couldn't just be here as mere spectators.
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng looked up at He Chenguang. Seeing the determination in his eyes, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded and stopped in his tracks.
Immediately, He Chenguang loudly called out to Carl, "Report! I'm here!"
With that, He Chenguang strode forward.
Carl looked at He Chenguang as he emerged, somewhat surprised it wasn't Qin Feng. However, he acknowledged that with so many special forces soldiers from Yan Country present, it was important to assess the strength of others besides just one person.
Carl’s smile remained unchanged as he calmly stated, "Yan Country soldiers are indeed different. Very good, first inject him with 6CC to let him feel it."
A soldier, who had been prepared, immediately came forward and injected He Chenguang with 6CC of a special psychotropic drug.
The moment the fluid entered his muscle tissue, blue veins immediately bulged on He Chenguang's forehead. His face instantly turned red, and his muscles tensed up.
"Ah!"
He Chenguang let out a roar, forcing himself to endure the intense pain.
This drug primarily targeted the body's pain receptors, causing an instantaneous surge of excruciating pain to its peak before gradually subsiding.
However, even that momentary agony was enough to break some individuals, leading to immediate collapse.
There had been instances where people couldn't withstand it, their nervous systems completely failing, leaving them in a vegetative state.
But that's a digression. Let's return to the present.
He Chenguang roared, "Again!"
Carl waved his hand, signaling to continue. The soldier promptly injected He Chenguang with another 2CC of the drug.
The next second, He Chenguang gritted his teeth so hard they made a creaking sound. He had bitten his lip somewhere, and blood began to flow from his mouth. His eyes widened, almost bulging out.
Moreover, He Chenguang's muscles began to contort, and his joints creaked audibly.
One could only imagine the immense pain He Chenguang was enduring at that moment.
The special forces soldiers from other countries watching this scene couldn't help but gasp. Each of them wondered if they could endure such pain for as long.
Demons!
They were all demons!
Only demons would employ such training methods, testing one's willpower. And only demons would dare to undergo such training.
The key to passing this test lay solely in willpower. Regardless of one's physical prowess or the ability to push past limits multiple times, none of it could withstand the stimulation of this special drug.
This was because it acted directly on the nerves, amplifying the body's perception of pain infinitely. There was no other recourse but to rely on unyielding willpower.
At this moment, He Chenguang's entire body was in a state of turmoil, as if it could explode at any second.
Seeing this, Qin Feng immediately shouted, "Hold on!"
Li Niu also yelled, "Chenguang, hold on! I believe you can do it!"
Wang Yanbing quickly chimed in, "Persist! You can do it. It's just 8CC, what's that? You can definitely do it."
"Hold on, think about why we came here. Victory is within reach. Hold on!"
"Persist..."
Xu Tianlong and Song Kaifei also began to encourage He Chenguang.
In contrast to the encouragement from Qin Feng and the others, Matsushita Ichiryu and others from Japan watched He Chenguang with cold indifference, wishing he would lose consciousness and perish immediately.
Matsushita Ichiryu then coldly snorted, "Hmph! So noisy. Do you think shouting a few words will help? That's wishful thinking. If you lack the strength, don't embarrass yourselves here."
As soon as his words fell, Matsushita Ichiryu felt a terrifying aura approaching him, like being stared at by a predator about to hunt its prey, sending a chill down his spine as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Sensing this aura, Matsushita Ichiryu broke out in a cold sweat and dared not utter another word.
Carl also noticed Qin Feng and couldn't help but scrutinize him again.
This aura... interesting!
Carl then withdrew his gaze and turned back to He Chenguang, saying, "Can you endure 10CC? You might die!"
At 8CC, He Chenguang was already on the verge of collapse. How could he possibly withstand the impact of 10CC?
After all, the pain caused by 10CC was double, even more than double, that of 8CC.
He Chenguang’s forehead was beaded with cold sweat, his lips were bitten and bleeding, and his breathing became rapid. However, after taking a deep breath, he firmly stated, "I can. I can take 10CC, but I want to see our national flag live."
Carl shook his head and said gravely, "That's not within the rules. You can only do it if you endure 10CC."
Suddenly, a vibrant five-star national flag appeared before He Chenguang's eyes, as new and bright as fresh blood.
This was what Qin Feng had produced. Qin Feng had done it to motivate himself, but unexpectedly, it proved useful at this moment.
Seeing the bright red flag, He Chenguang roared, "10CC!"
Instantly, all eyes were on He Chenguang!
Everyone knew that 10CC was enough to break a person.
He had almost reached his limit at 8CC, and now he wanted to increase it to 10CC. Was he seeking death?
Were all Yan Country people this crazy?
Earlier, when one person had gone on a rampage, everyone had called him a lunatic, even Instructor Carl had labeled him a complete madman.
Now another madman appeared, even more extreme, willing to gamble his very life for national honor.
The people of Yan Country this year were truly astonishing and undeniably formidable.
Soon, another 2CC of the psychotropic drug was injected into He Chenguang's body.
His lips turned pale, his shoulders, arms, torso, legs... his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. Then, the light in his eyes gradually faded, and it seemed he was about to give up.
But it was understandable. After all, it was now 10CC, and the instantaneous burst of pain was unimaginable for an ordinary person.
Seeing this, Qin Feng shouted loudly at He Chenguang, "Open your eyes and look at this red flag! It's dyed with the blood of our martyrs. Think about the circumstances they endured to achieve what we have today! Hold on, look at the flag! Our martyrs faced a hail of bullets, and finally, they achieved victory."
"Why could they do it? Because they possessed unyielding faith and an invincible will!"
"Hold on, you can do it!"
The vibrant flag fluttered, entering He Chenguang's vision.
He saw...