(7 hours later, sunrise, Martial Training Grounds.)
Sweat poured down Xuan's body like a waterfall, and after so many tiring hours, he felt the fatigue finally hit him. His next punch didn't even connect with the straw puppet. Instead, it flew to the side as he fell face first onto the arena's floor.
Ugh... Shit. Xuan grumbled. I haven't felt this tired since that day I had to run across the entire country with a bag full of guns.
Naturally, had he stopped, he would be executed on the spot. After all, the laws were very strict against guns.
And now, this training session made him just as tired. He even got calluses all over his hands and feet.
But my body does feel sturdier? Or is it my delusions talking? Who knows~? Xuan thought. I guess my actual stats still count for something, but in no way will they bridge the massive gap between me and Spirit Warriors or Spirit Masters.
His thoughts were cut short when someone suddenly grabbed him by collar and lifted him up.
