Tang Wulin could hear what he was saying, but was unable to muster up a reply. He didn't know how to reply, either. All he wanted to do was to direct all of the derogatory terms in the world toward this old bastard.

In the next instant, he slumped to the ground and fell unconscious.

Immediately thereafter, Old Demon Scourge appeared beside Old Demon Nightmare.

"Not bad at all! He's far more durable than I expected. The other two were half-dead after going for only two cycles, but this Tang Wulin lasted three cycles and he still had the energy to curse you three times in his heart just now. He's an exceptional prospect; we should increase the intensity of his training!"

During the next few days, Tang Wulin was almost constantly alternating between being unconscious and being tortured. As soon as he woke up, he would be dragged onto the aircraft by Old Demon Nightmare before being shown all types of extreme aerobatic maneuvers against his will.

After waking up for the second time, he no longer had anything left to throw up, but he was as nauseous as nauseous could be, and as dizzy as dizzy could be.

He finally understood what Nightmare had meant when he'd referred to mental breakdown; Tang Wulin felt as if he were not far away from that point. If all of his predecessors had suffered through the same ordeals, then it was no surprise that the completion rate for this military training was so low.

After what seemed like an eternity, Tang Wulin suddenly discovered that he was able to remain conscious throughout this grueling torture.

Much to his surprise, he discovered that his body had adapted. That's right, no matter what kind of extreme maneuvers the plane performed, he was able to ward off that sense of dizziness. He had already become accustomed to this, and he gradually developed a sense of direction in mid-air. He could see the ocean, he could see the sky, and no matter what maneuvers Old Demon Nightmare performed, he no longer felt nauseous anymore. Furthermore, his condition was steadily improving with every passing flight, and he gradually began to enjoy this activity.

"Let's keep going, Old Demon Nightmare! Ohhh, I get it; you're an old fart, so you're too tired to continue!" Tang Wulin goaded in a vicious manner.

Old Demon Nightmare stuck his hands on his hips as he raised his eyebrows and flared his nostrils. "You little rascal! Are you getting cocky just because you're no longer fainting every two seconds? Why don't you fly the plane instead?"

"Me?" Tang Wulin faltered slightly upon hearing this. Flying on a plane as a passenger was definitely vastly different from actually flying the plane.

However, when Tang Wulin sat down on the pilot's seat and looked at the control panel, he wasn't fearful or apprehensive in the slightest. Instead, he was very calm and familiar with the sight that he was greeted by.

There was no way for him not to be familiar with these buttons and shafts! Old Demon Nightmare was controlling them to torture him every single day, so the functions of these buttons had already been cemented into his mind. He already knew what button Old Demon Nightmare would press to achieve what kind of effect, and he knew what Old Demon Nightmare was about to do next just by the expressions on his face.

He pressed the buttons in a slightly jerky manner as he prepared for takeoff. The sense of familiarity gradually grew more potent as he controlled the plane, and he pulled back the control shaft, causing the aircraft to slowly accelerate before rising into the air.

In the instant that the aircraft rose up into the sky, Tang Wulin felt as if he had grown a pair of wings. Not only was the sense of familiarity growing even more pronounced, he felt as if he were a fish in water. All of the pain and suffering from the past few days transformed into elation in that moment. He reflexively pressed a few buttons before pulling the control shaft all the way back, controlling the aircraft to perform a somersault in the air.

During the maneuver, the aircraft tremored slightly in an unsteady manner, and Tang Wulin hurriedly gripped onto the control shaft again, forcing the aircraft to complete the somersault.

Immediately thereafter came acceleration, and the aircraft flew up to a higher altitude. Under his control, the Skyglide 17 aircraft began to fly through the air.

He was able to pilot mechas, after all, and following the past few days of torture, the vertigo and nausea from flying were relics of the past to him. In this moment, the aircraft felt like an extension of his own body, and this was a fantastic feeling.

In the beginning, Tang Wulin's operation of the aircraft was slightly jerky, but his movements gradually became smoother and more refined, and his powerful physical constitution really began to shine through. Firstly, his hand speed was extremely quick, and secondly, his body had an extremely high degree of resistance to the impacts of flying. This allowed him to perform a series of extreme maneuvers using the aircraft.

Thus, the aircraft altitude fluctuated dramatically as it whizzed through the air like an agile little bird.

Tang Wulin loved the feeling of sharp acceleration following a somersault. It was an extremely freeing sensation, and he couldn't get enough of it.

When he finally landed the plane once again, he suddenly realized that he couldn't hear Old Demon Nightmare's voice beside him anymore. He turned to the co-pilot's seat, and much to his surprise, Old Demon Nightmare had already disappeared.

Within a cave.

"Eurgh..." Old Demon Nightmare was doubled over as he dry-retched over and over again while his body flickered between illusion and reality.

"How could this be? I didn't know sitting in the co-pilot's seat could be such a horrendous experience? Why is it that I've been so severely impacted even with my spirit body? That little bastard! How did he learn to fly the aircraft so well in such a short time? This doesn't make sense!"

Old Demon Scourge stared blankly at Old Demon Nightmare. "Your body..."

Old Demon Nightmare waved a hand. "Don't worry about me; I'm just not used to this. Besides, we've been around for so many years, even if something happens to us, I'm sure we'll be more than willing to leave this world."

Old Demon Scourge cackled, "That's true. Our situation is better than that of the others, at least. Come to think of it, they're about to awaken soon, right? I'm really starting to feel sorry for those kids."

After completing a smooth landing, Tang Wulin jumped down from the plane, and was greeted by the sight of Old Demon Nightmare standing not too far ahead of him.

"Who let you come down? Keep flying, and only come down after I say so." Old Demon Nightmare waved a hand toward Tang Wulin as if he were swatting away a fly.

Tang Wulin hadn't had enough of flying anyway, so he was more than happy to oblige.

Thus, in his own mind, Tang Wulin practiced for an entire month until the Skyglide 17 aircraft truly felt as if it were a part of his body.

"Alright, that should be enough. You can go and steal the aircraft today." Old Demon Nightmare finally allowed the exhausted Tang Wulin to disembark from the aircraft. He then patted the top of Tang Wulin's head, and the latter immediately fell unconscious.

When he woke up again, Tang Wulin was shocked to discover that he was feeling completely reinvigorated and in top condition. He was still situated beside the aircraft with Old Demon Nightmare by his side.

Old Demon Nightmare sat down onto the pilot's seat, so Tang Wulin naturally got onto the co-pilot's seat.

Old Demon Nightmare said, "I'm going to be dropping you out of the plane later, so you won't need to wear your seatbelt. The rest will be up to you. I'm going to give you three days; if you don't get an aircraft back here during that time, I'm going to release the mist, understood?"

"Yes," Tang Wulin replied with his head lowered as if he'd already been tortured into submission.

On this occasion, Old Demon Nightmare flew the aircraft in a stable manner, and it quickly reached its top speed, climbing to an altitude of over 10,000 meters.

Without a canopy, the Skyglide 17 aircraft was trembling violently from the fierce buffeting winds, and the extremely low temperatures were also rapidly sapping away Tang Wulin's energy.

All of a sudden, the communication device in the plane suddenly sounded, "This is the Northsea Legion; lower your altitude right away or prepare to be struck down."

Old Demon Nightmare chuckled before suddenly completing a barrel roll with the aircraft, then sending it plummeting straight downward. Tang Wulin wasn't wearing a seatbelt, so he was almost thrown out of the plane, and he hurriedly grabbed onto the handle.

"Let go, I'll send you down there!" The Skyglide 17 aircraft abruptly shuddered in mid-air before completing another barrel roll, and before Tang Wulin had a chance to even react, an immense force tugged against his arm, hurling him out of the aircraft like a piece of garbage.

The entire world began to spin, and the first thought that sprang into Tang Wulin's mind was that he wasn't carrying a parachute, nor did he have friends with flying abilities to help him.

His body was plummeting rapidly, and he was hurtling toward the ground like a cannonball.

After flying for so many days, Tang Wulin had already developed a sense of direction in mid-air. At the very least, he knew which direction the sky was in, and which direction land was situated.

After adjusting his body, he immediately calmed down. Bluesilver Emperor vines quickly erupted from within his body, intertwining above his head to form a massive net that slowly tightened to form a makeshift parachute.