Chapter 61
After a month in the Blood Asura Battalion, Xu Ming gradually adapted to its rigorous lifestyle.
Day after day, it was nothing but training.
Compared to the haphazard, self-directed practice Xu Ming used to do back in his courtyard, the Blood Asura Battalion’s training methods were far more systematic, grounded in what could be called “Martial Science.”
Instructor Wang Meng might look like a brute, cursing every other sentence and casually dropping expletives, but in truth, he was incredibly meticulous.
As the instructor in charge of the 484th camp’s ten soldiers, Wang Meng knew each individual’s physical condition and weaknesses like the back of his hand.
Beyond group martial arts drills, Wang Meng designed personalized training plans for everyone, ensuring that by the end of each day, he squeezed out every last ounce of their strength. He pushed them past their limits, over and over again.
To be honest, this kind of training was pure torture—so grueling it felt worse than death at times.
But every morning, when Xu Ming woke up, he could distinctly feel himself growing stronger, bit by bit.
In moments like that, it all seemed worth it.