Xiang Yu charged at Li Yao with determination burning in his eyes, his weighted clothes making each step a labor of pure will. Despite his calculated approach, she effortlessly sidestepped his attack, her movements fluid like water around stone. With a casual flick of her wrist, she sent him sprawling onto the packed earth of their training ground.
Lying there, Xiang Yu felt exhaustion seeping into every fiber of his being. His muscles screamed in protest, begging for respite from this relentless punishment. Was he pushing himself too far? The weighted clothing, combined with simultaneous technique practice, extracted a brutal toll on his mortal frame.
But then, the thought of experience points flooded his mind—the precious resource his system would double tonight. Each painful collision, every humiliating defeat... all of it would transform into pure cultivation progress. The realization acted like a restorative elixir, washing away his fatigue in an instant.
