My Perfect Female CEO

Chapter 777

Ye Fan merely twisted a single acupoint, and Zhang Lu cried out so miserably, shocking everyone.It had only been a few seconds. If this continued, it wouldn’t even take a minute, let alone half a minute; it would be a torture akin to living through years, not to mention fifteen minutes, what an immense duration that would be.

Zhang Lu’s exquisite face was already contorted and pale as wax, drained of all color in an instant.

"With Zhang Lu’s perseverance, she shouldn’t be screaming so miserably. Wasn’t it just her back that was twisted? Is it really that painful? I admit, the instructor’s move to get behind Zhang Lu was incredibly swift, even I couldn’t catch how the instructor did it, but that only signifies Ye Fan’s speed surpassed our reactions. It merely proves the instructor is incredibly strong. But why is Zhang Lu in such pain?" Yang Shu’s expression was very serious. Although her words seemed calm, her face had completely fallen, her back felt a chill as if entangled by a ghost, giving her an unprecedented fright.

She could clearly hear the overwhelming pain in Zhang Lu’s screams.

"What?" Shen Tingting was astonished, her delicate body faintly trembling. Even though she had imagined countless times what the training would be like, continually encouraging herself that she could endure, hearing Zhang Lu’s voice made her timid.

"These cries sound like roars and wails from hell." Other female trainees exclaimed, unconsciously gathering together as if only this way they could find some sense of security to resist the budding fear in their hearts.

"What exactly did the instructor do? Even if they were to yank out my bones, it wouldn’t be this frightening. Hearing this sound makes my hair stand on end." The male trainees next door glanced at each other, all falling silent.

"This isn’t training; it’s sheer torture. I can’t imagine how there could be something so painful in this world. Just one instance turned the iron-clad Zhang Lu into such a mess, it’s truly shocking." Fu Huixia’s lips twitched, her brow involuntarily furrowing as she asked, bewildered, "What technique did he use?"

Regardless of the reactions and emotions of others, Zhang Lu, after letting out a scream, shouted with all her might as if giving her life away, "Again!"

With that, she forcefully turned around and attacked Ye Fan with all her might.

Zhang Lu didn’t have the time to think or give herself time to think, for in this situation, the deeper she thought, the more she would develop the will to retreat. She couldn’t allow her body and mind space for such a response.

She had to struggle with all her might, using all her perseverance and resilience to achieve a result that would satisfy her.

Ye Fan moved swiftly, and Zhang Lu’s attacks always missed. He timed his reactions extremely precisely, always able to react at the crucial moment and strike acupoints to stimulate the explosive potential of the body.

Ye Fan and Zhang Lu’s figures intertwined with each other.

Every time Ye Fan struck, Zhang Lu would let out a hysterical scream.

Zhang Lu fought wildly, exerting all she had to withstand.

She had no choice but to do so now; only this way could she vent the excruciating pain while also persisting through it.

"Ahhh..." High-decibel roars and screams assaulted all directions like a storm relentlessly.

These three minutes were not easy for Zhang Lu, nor for the onlookers.

Time slowly passed by, each second feeling so long.

Zhang Lu could no longer scream, only resisting with all her might as if for her life.

What no one noticed was that both Zhang Lu’s speed and attack force were increasing at a terrifying pace, an immediate effect that became apparent instantly.

Unfortunately, Zhang Lu herself did not realize this. Her nerves were numbed by the torment of pain, leaving only an indomitable will supporting her, urging continuous attacks. As long as she didn’t pass out, she couldn’t let up on her attacks. She no longer paid attention to the passage of time.

"Go!"

"Kill!"

"Hit!"

"Again!"

Zhang Lu was muttering these words incoherently, each syllable dropping as she transformed endless pain into undying rage, as if seeing a murderer of her kin, unleashing everything upon Ye Fan, attacking him relentlessly.

The crowd remained indifferent, like dry corpses, quietly awaiting the result, eyes glued unblinkingly to the figures of Ye Fan and Zhang Lu.

Ye Fan still moved with such speed, and his actions remained clean and efficient.

Four minutes.

Five minutes.

......

Nine minutes.

Ten minutes.

Every second felt so long, let alone a minute, let alone several minutes.

After ten minutes, Ye Fan’s tense expression finally showed a sense of relief and satisfaction.

"Mission accomplished." Ye Fan said softly.

Zhang Lu had persevered, enduring through the ten minutes of training.

Of the fifteen minutes Ye Fan mentioned, five minutes remained. In the next five minutes, Ye Fan would continue striking the acupoints, but it wouldn’t be painful anymore; it would be soothing the pain to help Zhang Lu quickly relax, easing her discomfort while allowing her to adapt to her strength as soon as possible, striving to integrate with her body.