A few days later, once the dust had fully settled and the world had moved on from House Lionheart, Barry sent out a discreet invitation.It was addressed to only one person.The mysterious martial arts master who had offered to train him to become the strongest.Barry invited him properly to his home.On the day of the master’s arrival, Barry sent a black luxury sedan bearing the Sullivan crest to pick him up at the private airport terminal. Hours later, the same car pulled up before Barry's private home.Inside the mansion, Barry stood by the dining hall window, hands behind his back. Sebastian appeared silently at his side.“The guest has arrived, Master,” Sebastian said.A moment later, the doors opened.The martial arts master entered dressed in a simple white robe that hung loosely from his shoulders, its fabric unadorned and unmarked by wealth or status. Leather sandals wrapped his feet, and in his right hand he carried a plain wooden staff.His long white hair flowed freely d

A heavy silence followed after Wei’s proclamation. For a long, awkward moment, no one said anything. Then everyone burst into laughter, shattering the silence like glass. Some clansmen covered their mouths as they laughed openly. Others shook their heads, smirking as if they had just heard the most ridiculous joke imaginable.“Him?!” a burly man with a shaved head and crossed arms barked, his voice thick with scorn. “Grandmaster, have the years clouded your vision? He’s an outsider! A soft city-dweller!”Another, younger man with a sharp face stepped forward, his smirk cruel. “Look at his clothes! His hands! He’s never known real labor, let alone the discipline of the Supreme Life-Force!""Absolutely. This is an insult to every disciple who has bled and sweated here for decades!"The laughter grew, mingled with angry muttering. "Grandmaster," an elder with a long scar across his cheek said gravely, "you trained us from childhood. We have shed blood and bone for this art. And yet yo

The sun crawled slowly across the sky as Barry stood before the next thick tree.Again. And again. And again.His fist slammed into the bark, sending a dull thud through the forest. Pain exploded up his arm, vibrating into his bones. He hissed sharply through clenched teeth but did not stop.By midmorning, his knuckles were raw. By noon, blood stained the bark where he struck it. The tree, however, stood unmoved.Barry staggered back, breathing hard, sweat soaking through his white robe. He leaned against a rock, lowering himself to the ground.So this is how they break you, he thought.He drank water, wrapped his hands in cloth torn from his sleeves, and sat quietly for a few minutes, eyes closed, regulating his breath.Then he stood up.And returned to punching.Soon, time lost meaning to Barry. The sound of fists against bark blended with the rustling wind. When his arms trembled too badly to continue, he rested. When the pain dulled into a deep, burning ache, he stood again.Th

Barry was immediately prompted to the next stage of his training. The next day after he had struck down the tree with his fist, Wei brought Barry toward the eastern ridge of the island. There, a narrow mountain path spiraled upward like a scar carved into the stone. At its base lay stacks of thick wooden logs.Each log was cut from ironwood trees that were dense and brutally heavy.“You have passed the first training,” Wei said calmly. “Now comes your endurance training.”He gestured again. “You will carry logs from the base of the hill to the summit. One at a time. There are five hundred logs lying in wait for you. Ensure you clear them all.”Barry studied the hill closely.The slope was very steep and uneven. Even seasoned disciples struggled to carry a single log halfway up before collapsing.But he nodded all the same. “I understand. I'll do it.”That very night, Barry lifted the first log onto his shoulders.The weight slammed into him like a mountain. His knees bent instantly,