Five hours had passed since I began training. It was currently 7:00 AM, and while the other survivors were happily munching on their breakfast in the snowy landscape, I was stuck sweating it out in the freezing cold. I was determined to show that damn Yihong I was not weak.
His taunts had been relentless, and honestly, they were starting to sound like a broken record:
"You're too weak."
"Pathetic."
"Foolish boy."
"Straighten your hand!"
"Is that all you've got?"
"Do you even know how to use your energy?"
"Stop dragging your feet!"
"Your form is a mess!"
"Why are you so slow?"
"Still making mistakes, huh?"
"How many times do I have to repeat myself?"
"Are you even trying?"
"That's not how you hold a sword!"
"You should be further along by now."
"You're not taking this seriously."
"You're going to drop dead if you keep this up!"
"Do you want to freeze to death out here?"
