In the small courtyard, the young Wang Hu was tempering his body, shirtless, his small frame enduring pain unimaginable to peers of his age.
His body training felt somewhat self-destructive, a complete battering of the flesh.
Ye Qiu had said, since Wang Hu was powerful, he should fully utilize this advantage by enhancing his body's strength. Only then could he unleash even greater power.
The body is like a container, such as a bucket; only when the bucket is sturdy enough and large enough can it hold more water. The same applies to humans.
Wang Hu's young age was the best time to lay a foundation.
Upon hearing Ye Qiu's guidance, Wang Hu agreed with his method without hesitation. Despite the painful process, he was willing to persist.
Wang Hu stood where he was, occasionally a stone would fly and hit him, causing him to grit his teeth.
Swish, swish, swish.
