43 To Forge Metal, One Must Be Strong (1/2)

Everyone thought that the Young Master would be unable to handle it and fall any second now. How could their debauchee Young Master endure this type of hellish training?

Some even wagered that Jun Mo Xie would simply give up within an incense's time. However, against all expectations, Jun Mo Xie endured from the start till breakfast; his body had been staggering unsteadily right from the beginning.

He… he had actually held on!  Everyone rubbed their eyes in suspicion; they all thought that they were dreaming.

Thereafter, they began to speculate whether the Young Master would participate in the afternoon training.

Most of them felt that the amount of training in the morning had already passed the Young Master's capacity. It was already an amazing feat for him to endure till now!

After eating breakfast, there was only half an incense's time for them to rest. However, none of them realized that Jun Mo Xie did not even consider resting.

Not wanting to waste any time at all, he returned to his room as he ignored the pain coming from his aching muscles.

Producing several bamboo tubes fully pierced with steel needles, he placed them methodically on the table. He then produced one bamboo tube without any steel needles on it and placed it within the formation of the preceding bamboo tubes.

There was only the length of a palm’s thickness between each of the bamboo tubes containing steel needles. Jun Mo Xie was aiming to hit the bamboo tube within the formation using only his fingers and without touching the tubes on either side of his palm. There was an extra requirement whereby his palms had to pass through three bamboo tubes before hitting the final tube which strike would make a sound.

This little training was to train the flexibility of the fingers to its peak! This training may have looked simple, but was in fact extremely difficult!

The needles were everywhere, causing any wrong amount of strength or failure in flexibility to cause the finger to be pierced by the steel needles. The resulting pain would then cause the fingers to shake even more, which in turn would lead to the fingers being pierced by more needles.

Jun Mo Xie maintained an indifferent face as he calmly inserted his hands, which had just undergone the intense morning training, into the bamboo poles…

When afternoon training began, the house guards found Jun Mo Xie standing on the training grounds, his fingers swollen and dripping with blood, but his face seemed better.

In the following afternoon training session, he continued to persevere as he staggered unsteadily onwards till the end!

This result caused every one of the house guards’ eyes to pop out!

Nonetheless, although he had managed to complete the training, half of them still believed that it was already far beyond what the Third Young Master could endure. It was already highly commendable of him to continue his training even until now!

He would not be able to continue on until late afternoon, would he?

Contrary to their predictions, in the late afternoon, he remained.

At this moment, all the guards were ignited as their hearts roared!

How could we, as veterans of a hundred battles and hundreds of training sessions lose to a tender looking, pampered young master who had not suffered any bitterness at all?

This thought caused these men who were already standing on the cliff to Hell to drop down into it. As long as Jun Mo Xie did not stop, all the house guards would grit their teeth and endure to the end! As a result… everyone ended up being too fatigued…

Since Jun Mo Xie was directing the training, it was only natural that Jun Wu Yi would be present as well.

After inciting everybody’s morale to such heights, how exactly did Jun Mo Xie intend to train them? This was something that piqued Jun Wu Yi’s curiosity. However, after witnessing the contents of the training sessions, Jun Wu Yi felt a as if someone had dunked ice cold water over him!

He observed the guards carry a huge and rough log run through the grounds without a single gap between each other, Jun Wu Yi’s eyes opened widely. Then, after that, he spotted Jun Mo Xie amongst them, carrying the same type of log as he ran.

Jun Wu Yi could not help but rub his eyes fiercely before staring again, and again he rubbed his eyes. In the end, he rubbed it so much till his eyes suffered from pain as well!

If there was nothing wrong with his eyes, then the sun must have risen from the west today! How is this possible? Is this still my debauchee nephew? This is simply beyond ordinary!

After night finally came, Jun Mo Xie finally ended the training. Those highly capable and sturdy house guards were all fatigued, each like a dead dog. Every single one of them laid flat on the ground, like paper blown by the wind, as they gasped for air. Not a single one was capable of standing up!