One minute had passed, and the beating of Barrett Walker's heart grew louder, sweat visibly beading on his forehead. The entire testing ground fell silent, no one daring to disturb him, as if they had all become Barrett Walker himself, the man challenging his limits.

Two minutes passed, and Barrett Walker's entire body began to tremble, sweat the size of peas rolling down his forehead. His bronze, bulging muscles turned a deep red, clearly reaching their peak.

"Barrett Walker! Give up! You're going to explode and die," the instructor, was the first to speak. He knew Barrett Walker's current state, his body not fully developed yet, and it was unnecessary to ruin himself for the sake of pride, which would extinguish his potential.

The trapezius muscle tore first, and thin lines of blood suddenly seeped out, running down his back. Barrett Walker suffered excruciating pain, but dared not grit his teeth too hard, lest the scent of blood make him faint. He could only endure with his strong will.

Three minutes had passed, a minute that was usually very short, but watching Barrett Walker's muscles tear and bleed, everyone was deeply moved. It made them feel as if they were enduring with him, and from that moment on, no one dared to say that Barrett Walker was cowardly. In that moment, everyone realized that Barrett Walker was more than a hundred times stronger than them.

"Stop him!" Even though a few students from Public High School 21 had died, no one would pay attention. However, the leaders of these academies couldn't bear it. Yes, if he persisted for 5 minutes with a weight of 620 pounds, Public High School 21 would definitely become a legend. But looking at Barrett Walker, covered in blood, they finally softened and quickly intervened.

"No one move!" Rose stepped forward, her powerful aura silencing everyone. The intense flow of air dispersed the bloody atmosphere, and a large amount of oxygen flooded into Barrett Walker's body. "Barrett Walker! Don't make me look down on you. It's only 5 minutes, grit your teeth, you used to be very capable, right? If you can't even last for 5 minutes, you'll be miserable in Public High School 21 from now on!"

The entire field fell into a strange silence. They were surprised by the sudden appearance of such a beautiful young principal, assuming she was having an affair. Rose, with a face full of sweat, was anxious with urgency.

"Brother! Come on!" Baron looked at his sister with no sign of anything unusual. Looking at Barrett Walker's determined expression, his heart was deeply moved. He had gone through this himself. What if his body hadn't fully developed? As long as he wasn't brain-damaged, he could be healed with the power of the family.

Baron asked himself if he could endure this challenge to his physical limits. If it were him, he would have cried out long ago, "Brother! You must overcome your fainting spells!"

Four minutes later, Barrett Walker's world had left nothing behind. He didn't know what was happening outside, he just felt like he was in a frying pan, like the crispy fried shrimp he used to love, his eyes blurred. He felt a sense of fear constantly assaulting his soul. It was unclear whether it was blood or sweat, but blood would be better. Then he would have an excuse to let go.

Snap! The sound of a joint breaking was heard clearly.

"Ah!" The entire crowd gasped.

"Stop him now." Even though the school leaders didn't know Rose Rockefeller, and no matter how powerful their new education director was, they could not sacrifice a child's future for the sake of academic achievements. Let the school remain in debt. Let the rubbish be rubbish. At least it wasn't a poor people's shelter, right?

Barrett Walker's appearance was indeed pathetic, with his entire body soaked in blood, scaring many people. Perhaps some of them might faint at the sight of blood in the future.

"He can still hold on!" Rose Rockefeller couldn't bear to look at Barrett Walker's pitiful state. It had only been four minutes, but it felt like hours.

Just as Rose was about to stop Barrett Walker, Baron stood in front of his sister. This time, for his brother, he dared to resist. Confronting Rose's powerful aura, he looked her in the eye and said, "Believe that he can do it? He can't afford to lose anymore."

Rose frowned, her beautiful face showing a hint of anger, but with a different kind of charm. She knew what Baron meant, taking a step back and saying, "Everyone, make some space! Expand the circle a bit, I'll lend him a hand."

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"I'll help you!" Baron nodded and stood by Rose's side, then addressed the onlookers, "I hope you can give Barrett Walker some space. This is a call for the awakening warriors! You can cheer for Barrett Walker, no matter how much you used to hate him!"

When the forbidden zone of God is developed to a certain extent, apart from the infinite growth of human potential, the main focus is on spiritual strength. Some natural psychics can move objects through the power of their mind, such as the home field advantage. When the shouts reach a certain level, weak spirits can stimulate the people who need it, making them stronger, while the other side becomes weaker. This power is intangible, but exists. Buddhists call it karmic force, Christians call it the power of faith, and scientifically it's known as mental power. Now, with their development in the forbidden zone of God, their mental power has become so strong that it can influence others' willpower, even control them. Of course, this requires very powerful mental strength.

"Barrett! Come on!"

"Barrett! Keep going! Just one more minute."

"Keep going! Only one minute left."

"Come on!"

Is this the cause and effect within Buddhism?

Barrett didn't know how many people were cheering for him, but the cheers converged into a sea of psychic power, continuously invading his heart, stimulating his mind. He felt a clear spring flowing into his body, giving him strength once again. The pain became more and more subtle, and he couldn't tell whether it had become numb or diminished. Gradually, the feeling returned, along with the pain. But when he heard the roaring cheers of encouragement, he felt touched.

At this point, Barrett was severely dehydrated, licking his lips, his throat almost smoking, as if he had just run a 10,000-meter race. He managed to say, "How long has it been?"

Time had quietly passed, and it had already been seven minutes, which was quite astonishing. But for the grandson of the war god, it was far from enough. Although Barrett's voice was low, Baron heard clearly, "It's only been four minutes! Just one more minute, hang in there!"

"Oh!" Barrett just murmured softly. Somehow, he heard the clear voice of one minute from the roaring cheers. One more minute. He had to hold on.

Thump, thump! Every beat of his heart required a great deal of oxygenated blood to support Barrett Walker's body from collapsing or being crushed by the 620-pound weight. His entire body was torn, with several broken bones. Only a few muscles remained resilient, and blood flowed like a spring in order to provide sufficient oxygen to his body and connect with the air to give him enough strength.

"Enough, it's been 10 minutes. No one from the school can reach this point. Stop him quickly!"

"Rose! By the order of the principal, make him stop."

At this point, Barrett Walker's appearance was truly terrifying. Like a deflated balloon, blood flowed into a small lake, and several muscles were swollen, while other areas had become withered, like a skin covering a deflated balloon. Large veins throbbed beneath the skin, almost devoid of blood, filled with air. He looked like a monster.

"Stop him now, or he will die."

"Oh no! He's depleting his strength, we must make him stop!"

"Jenny Antell! Didn't he confess his love to you the other day? Didn't you agree to be with him? Hurry, make them stop! Otherwise, your boyfriend will die."

Some girls looked at Barrett Walker's terrifying appearance and dared not look anymore, turning their faces away. Those with tender hearts were already filled with tears.

"She doesn't even listen to what I say!"

Jenny Antell was scared by Barrett Walker's appearance and didn't dare to approach him at all.

Philip's expression has been very unpleasant, but the people around him have already distanced themselves from Barrett Walker's words. The louder the cheers, the more uncomfortable he felt. However, perhaps the best outcome would be for Barrett Walker to sacrifice himself for the sake of achievement, to become a hero. In that case, both sides would be pleased. So, he hoped that it could hold on for a while longer: "Come on! Go meet God!"

"I can still hold on!"

Barrett Walker told himself.

"Sister! Make him stop!"

Barron dared not use mental influence on Barrett Walker, and hurriedly opened his eyes, about to go and pull Barrett Walker away.

Without Barron's reminder, Ross took the lead, and directly removed the 620-pound barbell. But even after the barbell was removed, Barrett Walker still maintained the posture from before without moving a muscle.

"I'm so thirsty!"

After the barbell was removed, Barrett Walker did not feel any relief. His eyes were so blurred that he couldn't see anything, he only felt thirsty and as if millions of ants were crawling all over his body. If he didn't hydrate soon, even his brain would die due to dehydration.

Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of something very bright and moist!

Without thinking, Barrett Walker took a bite. Ah!

How refreshing and sweet!

That faint sweet fragrance slowly flowed through his smoky throat, making his whole body so comfortable that he could fly. This feeling was unforgettable, as the coolness lowered the heat in his body, and then he passed out, but his body continued to greedily suck blood!

Barrett Walker suddenly hugged Ross and then bit her neck, greedily sucking blood. His terrifying appearance scared countless girls unconscious.

Ross could have dodged, even if Barrett Walker had bitten her neck, she could instantly harden that area of skin, even bullets could be deflected. But she didn't, she quietly felt her blood flow into Barrett Walker's mouth. The loss of blood didn't make her feel cold all over, but instead made her feel intensely hot all over. Ross was stunned, a blush emerged on her face and directly turned crimson to the roots of her ears. This feeling was unprecedented, as if spring had arrived.