ONCE AGAIN : ROTMS

He is so handsome!!! (2)

Time began to flow like water.

The disciples of Mount Hua also embraced the flow of time, feeling the stability that came to Mount Hua for the first time in decades.

And while everyone was enjoying such a peaceful life, the third-class disciples were dying.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Oh, myyyyyyy God!"

The third-class disciples, carrying stones the size of a human body, moved their tired bodies as sweat poured like rain from them. And did push-ups with all kinds of screams.

"Ackkkkk!"

"M-My waist..."

However, there was one thing that was different. The swearing, which used to be directed at Chun Myung, has been replaced with cries of agony.

"I am dying!"

"You won't die. You made it this far without dying. Straighten your back!"

"No, I am really going to die...!"

"You just have to do it two more times. Now, this is the last one. Once more! Okay! This is the last one!"

"Acck!"

With another push-up somehow completed, one of the disciples gasped and cried.

"A-Are we going to die like this?"

"You aren't going to die. Nobody has died yet."

"... Ack."

"stop complaining. Don't you feel a shame? Look at Hye-In samai! "

The disciple looked at Hye-In who still doing push up, feel ashamed and then continue training.

At first, they just started their training because Chung Myung asked them to...well, more like forced them to. They started this training to avoid missing their meals or being beaten.

However, after repeating this for several months, they realized something.

'This works.'

No, it's not enough to say it works. To be precise, it changed everything. At first, they could only endure this training because of the pill Chung Myung gave them, but now they could feel the effects of their training all throughout their bodies.

First, their lower body was rigid and stable; their swords would no longer waver. Also, their stamina had gone up, and their entire body felt alive and energetic.

Even though they were previously unmotivated, they all had a martial artist's spirit at the end of the day. Weren't martial artists the sort of people who would become motivated once they recognized their own growth? They wouldn't even hesitate to chew a living snake if it meant improving themselves.

Who would complain if all it took to improve their condition was simply lifting some stones?

The screaming voices increased as the training carried on, and over time the disciples, who used to carry bags of sand, were now lifting heavy stones.

The most notable of which was Jo Gul.

"Ahhhh!"

Jo Gul lifted a rock twice as large as the others. Seeing that, everyone bit their tongues.

"Is he doing this without using internal qi?"

"Seems like it."

The way they spoke changed. It was only a few months, but they had all grown a bit taller, and their shoulders widened.

Jo Gul had changed so much that people would blink twice before recognizing him. He used to be on the smaller end of the third-class disciples but was now taller with a solid muscular frame.