10 To Force Ones Body (1/2)

In a quiet room, where only a mat lay, a frail boy sat. Next to him was a thick book with the words 'The Martial Book' penned on it with hurried calligraphy.

However, contrary to his frailness, the eyes of this boy glowed with a chilled light that churned and flourished through him, instinctively making him shiver. It was a light that shone with the words that no matter what... I won't stop.

The beast symbol shimmered in the intent that shrouded him, exploding with a resolute energy that reinforced his mind, preparing him.

He looked at the matt when a sudden extreme seriousness erupted from him. He put himself into a push-up position, breathed deeply, and pushed.

”One.”

For most people, with a body like his, they could at most do 10. It isn't that doing more is impossible, it's just that nobody would want to torture themselves like that. Unfortunately...

”Ten.”

To live a life of torture seems to be the only way to break through all obstacles. It requires effort. An effort that transcends such trivial feelings like bodily fatigue or the deep resounding voice that tells you to stop. For who cares when it warns you that death is the only thing that comes if you carry on?

”Thirty.”

It's quite simple, just don't die. As long as you survive, then who cares whether you bleed till you can't bleed or wither till you're but a mangled wreck.

”Seventy!”

The need for breath or the pain of fatigue can only go so far until it burns and falls. However, how could strength be so easily gained when you can surmount such trivial pain? If you can handle 10 times the pain then you get 100 times, survive that then you get 1000 times. There is no end to suffering when you cruise into it without a care.

”One... Hundred.”

Su Min's eyes quivered with an intense resoluteness, even as his body started to crack and burst with scraping sounds that would make people cringe. He looked on, and he carried on!

The ancient book by the stained boy's side seemed to tremble at the sight and released a new soul trembling hymn that made the sky shiver and the hearts of powerhouses tremble. Without even realising it, the boy was no longer inside his room but on rough dirt, and next to a shaky hut.

It was like he was half there, and half in reality. Like he was between the two spaces. Two Worlds.

The screeches of the wind echoed like they were made to induce primal fear, yet the boy's vision was already tainted with blood, making him only rely on instinct to continue.

”One. Hundred. And. Ten.”

*HYMMM*

The book trembled even more as the hymn it released pierced right into Su Min and towards the intent that was trying to keep Su Min's mind afloat. In fact, without the new intent he gained, he would probably be unconscious right now...

He couldn't really understand, but the world seemed to slow down as he felt a mystical feeling erupt inside of him due to that hymn. He glanced at his body, and found that the intent had collapsed completely! In fact, unlike what happened before, it didn't reform immediately but shiver like it was bearing something it couldn't handle.

*MMMMM*

However, the book by Su Min's side trembled even more, forcing the intent to reform whether it liked it or not. A new symbol etched itself in it, and it carried something so terrifying that Su Min only needed to gaze at it to make his mind reeled with fear. It was a picture of a simple figure, the figure was completely golden, and had muscles that made one's eyes hurt.

Su Min gasped, yet as the calming intent had been replaced, the overwhelming pain from overexerting his body kicked in, making him grit his teeth just to stay awake. He watched as the intent shivered repeatedly until it was forced to separate into strands before wrapping around Su Min's entire body.

Su Min quivered as a feeling that stung emerged and wrapped around every inch of fragmented muscle fibre in his body, making them wriggle and churn in a way that defied description. The intent didn't emit energy but took it in. It was the exact opposite of the pain intent!

'Three different intents?!'

The intent seemed to cause an ancient roar to bellow from every inch of his body, making the dirt around him to tremble with uneasiness. Although it was subtle, an intense thunder clap seemed to rupture his mind, making him collapse onto the ground without warning.

He struggled to stay awake, he needed to see what was happening! However, without him realising it, the real world was starting to fade whilst the dreary view of a hut grew clearer and clearer.