Chapter 375: AFK Training

At this moment, in the arena created by Bai Ye, which is one-tenth the size of the Milky Way.

All the creatures of the twelve universes gathered here, from Beerus the King of All to ordinary intelligent cubs with only basic thinking ability.

Here, they have no difference in status, only the difference in pure strength and will.

Some people wanted to fly away from the arena after being teleported, but they could not fly up after ten meters from the ground.

Some people felt that it was crowded here and wanted to hit the people around them, but the energy released exploded on the spot and could not affect the surroundings.

Under Bai Ye's control, unless the duel officially started, they could not leave and could not hurt others.

'This is...'

Vegeta, who was unconscious in the arena, looked at the dark blue panel in front of him.

On the panel, there is an option to increase the training time, but except for the initial +1 minute, which is a dark blue that can be triggered, the following one hour and one day are all gray.

After a slight hesitation, he pressed his index finger on the +1 minute option.

In just a moment, he felt that there were some more memories in his brain, and his body was slightly different.

That was the extra wheel of life representing the Heaven-Covering Method in his body.

With just a light press of his finger, he seemed to have crossed time and directly shortened the practice time by one minute.

"This... In other words, as long as I press this time button, the corresponding practice will appear."

Vegeta looked at the countless options behind the panel with almost ecstasy.

As the one-minute option was pressed, the gray button of +1 hour in the next second turned into a dark blue that could be increased.

Without hesitation, his index finger directly pointed behind +1 hour.

The next moment, as time jumped again, a small spring opened up in Vegeta's sea of ​​suffering.

At the same time, in Vegeta's mind, the memory of his hard practice for an hour in an unmanned space jumped out.

Sure enough, the button of hard practice for one day appeared.

Not only him, but everyone at the scene had the same dark blue panel in front of them.

"As you can see, this is the prop I gave you during the game."

Bai Ye's loud voice spread throughout the venue, so that everyone in the duel field could hear it.

"Just press the corresponding button, and I will seal your time, enter a space where no one will disturb you, and practice for the corresponding time."

"During the practice, your body will be taken over, and you only know to practice diligently and become stronger step by step according to the most efficient method."

"There will be no risk. When you come back, you will gain the corresponding cultivation and experience."

"Even if the game is over, everything will not disappear, but will be inherited forever."

Hearing Bai Ye's words, everyone at the scene was stunned, and then there was unexpected ecstasy.

There is such a good thing? A bargain picked up from the sky?

For a while, everyone on the duel stage was delighted.

And the audience in the stands regretted that their intestines were about to fall out. They also wanted this kind of good thing without price.

But soon, they found that all the gifts of fate were secretly marked with a price.

After an hour of practice, the forced inhumane practice had made them a little restless.

And the next day of practice made them even more nervous. .

Finally, a teenager at the scene pointed his finger directly to the training for a week, and a scream came out of his mouth, attracting the attention of the nearby.

Because along with the countless cultivation memories, there was also a terrifying sense of fatigue.

In the void space, the body was directly taken over, and the body was controlled in the most rigorous and efficient way to practice.

Among them, in addition to ordinary routine practice, there is also combat training.

What they are facing is the future self who has learned spells.

Through fighting and killing with the future self again and again, to improve skills and combat proficiency.

Although Bai Ye guaranteed that their lives were safe, the strong pain and the painful practice without rest for a week stretched the boy's spirit to the extreme.

So at the moment of returning, the boy's spirit was the first to break down.

Finally, after eight days, one hour and one minute of hard practice, the boy's strength was fixed at level 2 as determined by Bai Ye.

'It seems that the first person who can't bear it has appeared. 'Looking down at the whole place, Bai Ye's eyes were filled with joy.

This battle was not a competition of combat power, but of everyone's will.

As long as the will was strong enough, the people on the scene could learn the skills provided by Bai Ye and continue to practice in the space.

But people are not machines. Among the countless hard trainings that Bai Ye took over, very few people could persist.

Those fatigue and pain, with Bai Ye's blessing, could not be relieved or shielded, and would continue unless they were defeated.

He gave these people the opportunity to become stronger.

Among these people, talents and bloodlines were different.

But as long as they worked hard enough on this track and were ten or a hundred times more determined than those geniuses with extraordinary talents, they would definitely be able to reach the end and become the strongest.

At the scene, the screaming boy looked at the next option and felt extremely tired and could not support it at all.

"No... I won't practice anymore, I won't practice anymore." The boy said in horror, and the next moment he was judged to have no value for practice. His figure flashed and he went directly into the battle.

It's not just this boy. Nearly 20% of the people in the duel arena couldn't bear the hard training for a week. They were all judged by Bai Ye to have lost their potential and were forced to fight in the arena.

For a while, the entire duel arena was filled with shouts of killing. The losers were resurrected by Bai Ye and left the arena, while the winners would recover their mental fatigue and face the choice of improving their cultivation again.

"Can I reset my physical condition as long as I win a game?" Vegeta looked at the contestants around him who had won a game, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Humph! It's just a little fatigue. I'm the prince of Saiyans."

Vegeta said proudly. He has never been afraid of anyone more than will.

Thinking of this, he pressed his finger on the option of one week. When he came out again, the strength in his body had increased to 30%.

Pressing the index finger, this time the time jumped again, directly to a month later, and the strength increased to 300% of the original.

A trace of fatigue flashed in Vegeta's eyes.

Thirty-eight consecutive days of fatigue and pain accumulated, causing his mind to become slightly dazed, and even his mind was somewhat numb.

Looking at the one-year option in front of him, Vegeta hesitated for a moment and pressed it hard.

"Click!"

Time passed, and when Vegeta recovered, he looked around with bloodshot eyes and found that he was teleported back from the training space.

Vegeta licked his slightly dry lips, "Has one... one year finally passed?"