SFS Chapter 457: Red Water Medicinal Bath, Two Old Men's Tricks
Chapter 457: Red Water Medicinal Bath, Two Old Men's Tricks
After the words fell.
Brand walked aside, lay down on the ground and took a nap, as if everything that had just happened was just a game and he was tired of playing.
"Is this the Master level?" Beichuan pondered, his eyes flickering with thought. "Then what is the Grandmaster level like?"
He then carefully felt Brand's breath just now, trying to explore the secrets of the master and grandmaster levels from the remaining breath.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I only know that the players in the Swiss U-17 training camp were already out of breath, and they felt like they were suffocating.
Their footsteps became heavier and heavier, and every step seemed to exhaust all their strength.
Sweat soaked their clothes and kept dripping down the corners of their clothes, leaving a series of wet footprints on the ground.
At this time, an old man walked in under the guidance of the training camp staff.
"Senior Mifune?!" Kitagawa saw the newcomer and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Why are you here?"
He really hadn't expected this.
"I was tricked into coming here." Mifune Nyudo complained speechlessly, his expression as bitter as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis. "I'm not saying anything, but you and Brand are both more sinister than the other."
He shook his head helplessly, as if telling about his own tragic experience.
"Uh..." Beichuan couldn't help but smile awkwardly.
As soon as Mifune Nyudo arrived, he roughly guessed why Brand used his aura to oppress everyone at the beginning.
On the training ground of the Swiss U-17 training camp, the sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight poured down unobstructed, scorching the earth.
"Beep, beep!" A sharp whistle suddenly sounded, breaking the dullness and fatigue on the field. The sound was like a sharp blade, piercing everyone's eardrums.
"Stop and assemble!" Brand's voice sounded immediately afterwards, with unquestionable majesty.
The whistle and shouts were like a timely rain, instantly cheering up the players who were almost collapsed during the difficult run.
The players seemed to have lost all their strength. They staggered to a stop, gasping for breath, their chests heaving violently. Sweat dripped from their foreheads, cheeks, and necks, soaking their clothes and gathering into puddles on the ground.
Hearing the order to assemble, they dragged their heavy legs and moved slowly and arduously towards Brand, each step seeming to use up all their strength.
When they finally stood still, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a breath filled with relief and gratitude.
If they continued running, they really didn't know if they could hold on. At this moment, they were exhausted to the extreme physically and mentally, as if they had been baptized by a storm, leaving only weakness and powerlessness.
As everyone gathered again, the sound of orderly footsteps came from a distance, and a group of Swiss U-17 training camp staff quickly appeared. They walked steadily, carrying huge vats, and each step seemed a bit difficult.
The cylinders were slowly lowered with a dull sound.
Immediately afterwards, buckets of steaming potion were poured into the vat. White steam curled up, forming a layer of hazy mist under the sunlight. The air was filled with a peculiar medicinal smell, a bit pungent, and a hint of mystery.
The players looked at the scene in front of them and couldn't help but talk about it.
"What is this for?" Randy Pug frowned, his eyes full of confusion. He scratched his head, trying to find the answer from other people's faces.
"Are we going to soak this here?" Pete Lambiel curled his lips, his face full of resistance. His body shrank back slightly, as if the medicine jar was a monster.
"Can I choose to refuse?" He muttered softly, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.
"I'm afraid this is not something we can just choose not to do." Henry Nobel III swallowed, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. He looked at the bubbling green potion, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. In his eyes, the potion was like some mysterious unknown liquid, full of danger.
On the other hand, Akutsu, Yukimura Seiichi, and Tokugawa Kazuya's expressions did not change at all, and were as calm as the surface of a lake.
Although they were a little surprised that Sanfen Rudao came here out of nowhere, they were extremely familiar with the things that had just been added to the medicine jar.
That was the red water from the HERO Tennis Club. Pouring it in bottle after bottle was indeed a luxury in their eyes.
As Sanfunurudo watched the red water continuously pouring into the vat, his expression became more and more distressed.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he secretly calculated in his heart that the amount of red water he was consuming now was enough to buy ten of him.
These precious red waters were used in medicinal baths. How could he, who knew their value well, not feel sad?
"Everyone." Brand's lips curled up slightly in a unique smile. That smile was a little mysterious and a little teasing. He spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the air, "What follows will be your experience of hell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally noisy training ground suddenly became extremely quiet. Everyone held their breath, as if shocked by these sudden words, fear and curiosity intertwined in their hearts.
"You can go in." At this time, Mifune Nyudo spoke expressionlessly. His voice was low and cold, as if it came from an ice cellar.
Upon hearing this, Kitagawa, Akutsu, Yukimura Seiichi, Sanada Genichirō, Tokugawa Kazuya and others entered the medicine bathtub without hesitation.
Their movements were smooth and natural, without any hesitation or fear, as if this medicinal bath was not a scary thing for them.
Seeing that they did not feel any discomfort at all, Henry Nobel III and others gradually became less vigilant.
Then, they entered carefully, like dumplings being dropped into the water. Everyone felt a little nervous and uneasy as they slowly stepped into the unknown medicinal bath.
The next moment, miserable wails were heard. The sound was sharp and painful, like the screams of being torn apart by a ferocious beast.
"what!"
"What is this!"
The players' shouts echoed across the training ground.
Just when they wanted to escape.
The staff of the Swiss U-17 training camp quickly surrounded them, and their hands were like iron pliers, forcibly pressing down the players who tried to escape.