(1) The Isolated Youth
In a mountain pass, under the blazing sun, a group of thirteen to fourteen-year-old youths were vigorously practicing martial arts!
"Your breath must be strong, your steps steady, your elbows fierce, your fists accurate!"
In front of the formation of youths, a middle-aged man dressed in wolf skin was loudly instructing them, saying:
"You are the Blood Guards of the tribe! If your cultivation level is insufficient and your combat power is weak, not only will you die, but your parents, wives, and children will also die!"
"This set of Demonic Bull Fist is the best for tempering muscles and bones, and requires diligent study and practice. There's no room for any laxity!"
The middle-aged man's eyes scanned over the youths, all of whom were drenched in sweat but were gritting their teeth and persevering.
Becoming a Blood Guard of the tribe is the greatest pride and honor!
The middle-aged man felt slightly satisfied and said:
