"Damn, it seems I went too easy on you this morning. You can actually still crawl up."
Tang Ming looked at Sun Zhuangjia speechlessly. Although he hadn't gone all out at the time, Sun Zhuangjia shouldn't be able to stand up so quickly.
"Hmph, don't forget, the martial arts I cultivate is Cross Training; taking hits is basic skill."
Sun Zhuangjia snorted coldly, then swung a stick towards Tang Ming: "Let's keep sparring."
That evening, Tang Ming was beaten half to death by Sun Zhuangjia and thrown back into the ward.
In the following days, in the morning, Tang Ming would go to beat up Sun Zhuangjia, during the day he would be beaten up by the old madman while cultivating, and at night again by Sun Zhuangjia. The three of them continued this loop for several days.
Of course, the most unfortunate was Sun Zhuangjia. Tang Ming possessed powerful healing ability and medical skill that protected him, recovering from any beating overnight.
