Chapter 43: To Forge Iron, One Must First Strengthen Oneself

  Everyone thought that this young master would fall down at any moment, or the next moment, how could such a delicate young master persist in such a hellish training? Some even bet that Jun Xie would give up within the time it took to burn an incense stick. But contrary to everyone's expectations, Jun Xie was shaking from the very beginning, and by the time he ate breakfast, he was still shaking, his face just a bit paler.

  He... actually pulled it off! This result left everyone stunned.

  So everyone was guessing whether Young Master would attend this morning's training session?

  The vast majority of people still think that this amount of training has already exceeded Third Young Master's endurance, and it is already extremely rare to be able to hold on until now!

  After finishing breakfast, there was only half a stick of incense left for rest time, and no one knew that Jun Xie had not wasted even this half stick of incense. He returned to his room, enduring the sore muscles all over his body, took out several bamboo tubes filled with steel needles and fixed them on the table, with one tube without steel needles placed behind the others. The distance between each bamboo tube was only the thickness of a palm, requiring him to hit the hidden bamboo tube in the back without touching the two bamboo tubes on either side. Moreover, when hitting the last bamboo tube through three tubes, it had to produce a loud noise!

  This little exercise is mainly to temper the extreme flexibility of one's fingers! This training, seemingly simple and easy to do, actually has a high degree of difficulty! The steel needles are densely packed, and if you use too much or too little force, or if your movements are slightly inflexible, you will be pierced by the steel needles. That instant of pain is enough to make anyone's hand tremble, and that one tremble can lead to several more needle pricks...

  He calmly and quietly inserted his hand, which had been trained all morning, into the narrow slit.

  In the morning training, the guards found that Jun Xie was standing on the playground again. His thumb was covered in blood and swollen, but his face looked much better. Then, for the entire morning, he somehow managed to persist, swaying unsteadily!

  Such a result made all the guards' eyes wide with shock!

  Still more than half of the people think that such a large amount of training has already exceeded San Shao's endurance limit, and it is already very difficult to support until now! Won't be able to hold on this afternoon?!

  However...

  In the afternoon, it's still the same.

  The guards were really stirred up by the desire to win: could it be that we, who have been trained for a long time and have fought in many battles, still can't compare to a delicate and pampered young nobleman who has never suffered?

  This idea directly made these people who were already standing on the edge of purgatory suddenly step into it! As long as Jun Xie himself didn't stop, the guards all held their breath, determined to hold out until the end. The result was... everyone was so exhausted they lost their temper...

  Jun Xie's organization training, Jun Wu Yi naturally had to attend, Jun Xie had boosted everyone's morale. What kind of training it would be was something Jun Wu Yi was very curious about. But after watching a day's worth of training content, Jun Wu Yi only felt a chill run down his spine!

  Seeing the guards carrying large logs back and forth, running desperately without rest in between, Jun Wu's eyes widened; but when he saw Jun Ye also among them, carrying logs and running in the same way, he couldn't help but rub his eyes hard, look again, rub again... Jun San Ye even rubbed his eyelids to the point of pain...

  If I say that there's nothing wrong with my eyes, then the sun must have risen from the north today. How is this possible?! Is this still my own nephew?! This is too ridiculous!

  At the end of the day, Jian Xie finally stopped and stood still. Those robust guards with incredible physical strength were all exhausted like dead dogs, lying on the ground like rotten mud, their mouths wide open, panting heavily. Among the over 300 people in the field, there were hardly a few who still had the energy to stand up!

  Two team leaders, one bent over and panting heavily, the other rolling his eyes and rubbing his waist with all his might.

  His face was pale, but he stood upright, his sharp eyes scanning the people in front of him, who were scattered all over the place. Suddenly, he let out a loud roar: "Everyone get up! Within three breaths, whoever can't stand up will be eliminated and kicked out to go kill themselves! Because they don't deserve to stand here! If even I, a useless good-for-nothing, am better than them, what face do they have to live?"

  In an instant, everyone sprang up like a spring, each gritting their teeth and swaying back and forth. Dozens of people almost couldn't bear to fall down again, but were held up by those around them. If they really lost to Third Young Master, it seemed they would truly have no face left to live with.

  He panted heavily, looking at them coldly and said in a rough voice: "Now, who else doesn't admit they're trash? Huh? It's just one day of work, and you've become this kind of person! Even I, a spoiled brat, can stand here, while you've fallen down! Are you comfortable lying there? Don't you feel ashamed?! Hundred-battle warriors? Ha!"

  Three hundred Han people's faces showed shame. One by one, they couldn't help but lower their heads. Yes, even this young master who everyone usually looked down on had persisted until now and was still standing, what reason did they have to lie down?

  Jun Xie's training for a day, everyone saw it with their own eyes; relying on his own robust and sturdy body to support him through the day, Jun Xie still looked so exhausted. It was truly unbelievable how he could endure it! But everyone knew that the pampered Third Young Master would find it even more difficult than them to bear it.

  Everyone looked at Jun Xie's eyes, and involuntarily added a few points of respect and awe. Because Jun Xie didn't have the slightest foundation in this aspect! While they themselves were long-trained...

  He gave them a cold, stern look, suddenly turned around and left, throwing out a sentence: "If this kind of situation happens again tomorrow, not one of the 300 people will be left, get out of my sight! The Jun family doesn't raise useless people! Especially useless people who aren't even as good as a spoiled brat!"

  Watching Jun Xie's departing back, people with discerning eyes saw that his legs and even every muscle in his body were slightly trembling. This was an uncontrollable situation that could only occur when one was exhausted to the extreme! But on Jun Xie's face, not a hint of it was revealed! Just this endurance alone, among the people present, no one could match up to him!

  Even a young master can endure such intense training, how can we old veterans say that we can't? Especially when our training volume is the same as theirs, do we have the face to say it's hard? It's really shameful! If I were to say it's hard and get despised by my colleagues, that's still okay. But if I also get despised by young master San, wouldn't I just die from shame?!

  However, if they knew that Jun Xie's body was tied with eight sandbags, I wonder what they would think? Would they really be ashamed to live on?!

  No one knew that Jun Xie's body had at least a dozen places where the sandbags had worn through his skin! Fresh blood was slowly seeping out with lymphatic fluid... Today, Jun Xie's training, the actual total amount of training is estimated to be at least three times higher than that of these guards!

  This is a rather terrifying number! If it weren't for the support of the Heaven Creation Skill, with Jun Xie's current physical condition, he would have died ten times over! But Jun Xie did this precisely to borrow the miraculous effects of the Heaven Creation Skill, to transcend life and death through training, and break through his body's limits one by one!

  You may not know that General Jun has another sandbag on his body, but with his stunning performance today, it's enough to move the great general who once commanded thousands of troops!

  Watching your gradually distant back, you unintentionally had infinite comfort in your eyes, but in your heart, there was doubt: Could it be that this is Mo Xie's true face? This... is too cruel to oneself! There won't be any accidents, will there?!

  To do ironwork, one must be strong oneself!