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There are moments in life that are significant.
This scene was one that the old man would always remember, even if he were to turn in a ghost.
In a vast courtyard, a man was training.
Completely drenched in sweat, he was swinging a blade.
"9997, 9998, 9999, 10 000!"
With a heavy grunt, he simply fell on his knees.
The situation would have appeared comical to any external observer for he seemed to show no power in his swings.
Every single one at a pace a snail would consider slow.
Well, he may have looked weak, but the man was in fact a rank 4 martial king.
One that had no equal in the entire city.
While others lived their lives to the fullest all he did was train.
From his awakening till night.
Such a process was one filled with loneliness, but it was the path he had chosen and the man perseverant.
