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Chapter 2191 - 2191 Congratulations, you have won my masterʼs third eye

2191 Congratulations, you have won my master’s third eye

The fifth wave was more violent than the first four waves, and it hit him like a violent storm.

As the three-eyed young man expected, Song Shuhang screamed even more fiercely this time. His eyes rolled upward until only the whites were showing, and his mind became blurry from the impact of the data stream. Song Shuhang was now on the verge of losing consciousness!

If he did not take advantage of this opportunity to push through, when would he?

The three-eyed young man worked harder, and increased the speed of the data stream, trying to defeat Tyrannical Song in one go.

Soon, the fifth wave ended.

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The three-eyed young man silently looked at Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang was breathing rapidly, his eyes had rolled up, and his fingers and toes were twitching uncontrollably. Yet, he was still awake, although barely. He had not fallen unconscious!

You were lucky to survive the fifth wave, but you will definitely not be able to survive the sixth wave! The three-eyed young man swore to himself.

He said calmly, “Let’s start with the sixth wave!”

An even crazier wave came crashing into Shuhang’s mind.

His condition worsened even further. His screams became weak, his face went pale, and his body gradually stopped twitching.

He had become a salted fish, and it seemed that he would lose consciousness and enter a coma at any time.

The three-eyed young man increased the speed again, increasing the explosive impact of the data stream.

Soon… the sixth wave also ended.

Song “Salted Fish” Shuhang, who seemed like he could lose consciousness at any moment, persisted until the end.

He clearly looked like he was going to fail at any moment, but he still persisted for two waves.

The three-eyed young man: “…”

This guy is really good at holding on!

Holding on until the very end, aren’t we? I don’t think you can do it, Tyrannical Song!

The intensity of the seventh wave was something that even Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcenders could barely endure. There was no way Tyrannical Song could endure it.

“Seventh wave, let’s go!” the three-eyed young man shouted.

Profound Sage Tyrannical Song slightly adjusted his sitting posture. His screams turned into low muffled hums, the trembling of his body resumed, but his complexion turned rosier.

At the same time, his originally upturned eyes returned to normal.

For some reason, he seemed to have become more energetic…

And soon enough, the seventh wave also came to an end.

The eyeball butler said, “The eighth wave is next, Master.”

The three-eyed young man: “…”

His mood, which had improved after hearing the screams of Tyrannical Song, turned sour once again.

In the sky of the world behind the door, dark clouds emerged.

Song Shuhang asked weakly, “The eighth wave? There are still three more waves, right?”

Shuhang had gradually adapted to the immense pain caused by the information flooding his brain. His talent for rapidly developing a resistance to pain was working at full strength.

Endure the pain, adapt to the pain!

As long as he got used to the pain, Song Shuhang could adapt to it in an extremely short time even if the intensity of the pain increased.

Song Shuhang said firmly, “Come on, Senior. Start with the eighth wave. I can still hold on!”

The three-eyed young man said, “Then, prepare yourself. Don’t blame me if your brain explodes due to this eighth wave.”

After the eighth wave…

Am I seeing things or has Profound Sage Tyrannical Song become more energetic?

The three-eyed young man found it somewhat unbelievable. However, he did not voice his doubts and directly started with the ninth wave.

The intensity of the ninth wave caused Profound Sage Tyrannical Song to start trembling again.

But soon, he was back to normal.

He did not even let out any screams this time. He merely took a deep breath from time to time, showing that he was indeed suffering from the forceful injection of information.

The butler said, “The last wave, Master.”

Song Shuhang said, “The last wave, Senior!”

In the world behind the door, a drizzle began to fall.

The three-eyed young man asked, “Tell me honestly, Tyrannical Song. During the seventh wave, did you use some kind of trick?”

Song Shuhang shook his head. As long as he could adapt to the pain, he didn’t need to use any other trick!

The three-eyed young man went silent for some time and said seriously, “I did not expect you to be able to hold on until the tenth wave.”