World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1145 - 514: Cultivation Soars! The Rank of Demon Warrior!_2

Chapter 1145: 514: Cultivation Soars! The Rank of Demon Warrior!_2

"You really are such a fool," Lanling said, then bit her lightly on the hip.

Dina froze as if struck by lightning—this was the first time Lanling had been so intimate with her.

"Has Uncle ever scolded you?" Lanling asked.

Dina nodded.

Scolding was putting it lightly. When Suo Mo saw Dina had cut off her own tail, he was utterly shocked.

For many of the Barbarian Tribes, tails were significant—they were not only an aid in combat but also an additional weapon.

Yet, Dina had done the unimaginable, severing her tail at the root just to appear more like a human woman. Lanling hadn’t even shown any signs of disliking tails.

Do emotions truly rob women of all reason?

In that instant, Suo Mo thought of his wife, the love of his life.

She was a few years older than him. When he was fifteen, she had already begun seducing him. By the time he was seventeen, she had tricked him into her bed.

Her love was no less intense—passionate, reckless, and utterly irrational.

In truth, back then Suo Mo liked another girl—gentler, more delicate. But he could not resist his wife’s fiery advances and fell for her entirely.

Even now, his heart held only her. As for the face of the girl he once fancied, he could no longer recall it.

"There’s a rumor outside that the Chieftain wants to make you his son-in-law," Dina suddenly said. "So don’t worry, I absolutely won’t stand in your way."

She finally voiced the words that had been stuck in her heart since yesterday, words that had been causing her deep anguish.

Lanling curled his lips and said, "It’s true. He wants to marry Nini’an to me, on the condition that I sever ties with the Foreign Tribe Army and with my Uncle."

"Will you do it?" Dina asked.

"What do you think?" Lanling countered.

Dina replied, "I am as insignificant as a speck of dust and not worth mentioning, but you absolutely cannot betray your foster father. You are his only hope now."

"Not just for Uncle, but even for you, I wouldn’t do it," Lanling said. "Why would I want to marry a woman with a venomous heart? If I marry, it would be a foolish woman like you."

That comment made Dina’s heart both sweet and furious.

Because she had already mentally filled in the latter half of Lanling’s sentence: a lover should be like Ali, a seductive vixen.

"Where’s Yaya?" Lanling asked.

Dina said, "She went out early to play with the young gryphons, teaching them to catch mice."

"And Uncle?" Lanling asked.

Dina said, "He’s busy with military matters. He said he’s training the new recruits and spent the Gold Coin earned from this battle on food and medicine so everyone can eat well and fill their stomachs."

It seemed that Suo Mo, too, was working hard to enhance the Foreign Tribe Army’s combat strength in preparation for the day of rebellion and independence.

That day was drawing near!

"Alright, let’s begin hell training," Lanling said. "Starting today, we’ll run 30,000 meters with weights and swing the sword 4,000 times."

"Ah, why?!" Dina exclaimed. "That’s too grueling! Besides, the brothers in the Foreign Tribe Army have already accepted you, and the next battle is still far away."

Lanling, naturally, felt an urgent sense of pressure because his time was running out.

"I can’t always lag behind to the point where I can’t even defeat you," Lanling said with a laugh before teasing her, "Without your tail now, do you stumble when you walk?"

"Stop it! Don’t make fun of me," Dina said. "I’m going to change clothes."

When she saw Lanling made no move to leave, she hid behind a cabinet to change. However, the cabinet was quite small, and Lanling occasionally caught glimpses of enticing moments of her bare skin.

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Lanling’s new hellish training began!

With a burden of 1,850 pounds, the day consisted of running 30,000 meters and swinging the heavy sword 4,000 times.

By 1 PM, he had completed only half his hellish trials. Then came three hours of hunting and blood draining.

Dina, clad in a skintight combat suit, followed him closely, still carrying a symbolic whip in her hand.

When she saw Lanling sink his fangs into the necks of those beasts to draw blood, she had an inexplicable impulse. She wished his sharp teeth could pierce her neck to suck her blood.

The feeling was bizarre and fervent, but it kept rising uncontrollably.

At 4 PM, Lanling sneaked off again to a remote valley to meet the Fox Clan beauty in secret.

Dina could no longer bear it. She turned and stormed into the valley, yanking Ali up and saying, "Alright, it’s time for you to go home. Lanling still has training to do, or he won’t complete today’s tasks."

"Oh my, someone’s jealous," Ali said coquettishly and laughed. She lazily got up and began dressing, putting on her clothes piece by piece as she whispered teasingly in Dina’s ear, making Dina blush furiously.

"Stop acting slutty! Don’t you have any bones in your body?" Dina snapped impatiently, pushing her away while sniffing the enchanting fragrance on her. She couldn’t help grumbling, "Shameless vixen."

For the next few hours, Dina’s expression remained dark as she whipped the ground mercilessly, the cracks reverberating with loud echoes.

Sure enough, it wasn’t until 1 AM that Lanling finally completed his hellish trials for the day.

Day after day passed by.

Every day, Lanling ran 30,000 meters with weights, slashed with a heavy sword 4,000 times, went hunting to draw blood, then met secretly with Ali.

For the first half of each day, Dina’s expression was gentle, but it would grow icy cold in the second half.

This happened every single day!

Even though Lanling intensified his hell training regimen, the results steadily diminished.

Suo Mo had said before—reaching the rank of Demon Warrior was a pivotal divide.

Before becoming a Demon Warrior, this kind of straightforward hell training was effective. But after breaking through, the effectiveness of such training became negligible.

On the fifth day after returning to the Chimera Tribe, Lanling broke through to Level Nine Samurai.

On the twelfth day, Lanling advanced to Level Ten Samurai!

At this point, he was only one level away from the rank of Demon Warrior.

Each day following, he trained obsessively, sleeping almost no hours at all.

Two hours hunting, one hour meeting with Ali, and the remaining twenty hours devoted entirely to hellish training.

But the results kept diminishing—growing weaker and weaker.

By the seventeenth day, Lanling’s weight capacity reached 1,260 pounds, leaving only 40 pounds separating him from Demon Warrior status.

Yet those last 40 pounds became excruciatingly difficult to gain.

The most recent day of Lanling’s frenetic hell training yielded only a 7-pound increase in strength, and the gains were rapidly declining.

And now, only three days remained until Lanling’s final showdown with Constantine!

On the eighteenth day, Lanling was 33 pounds away from Demon Warrior status.

On the nineteenth day, the gap narrowed to 28 pounds—so close it felt within reach.

But now, only one day remained until the last showdown with Constantine!

Tomorrow would decide Lanling’s fate—and the future of the Foreign Tribe Army!

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