how up in the morning. Several of his accomplices, however, came to dress Zen

practicing. Despite the morning mist and chill, they

e men in the corner with their fists. Despite how hard the stone men wer

m and hopelessness reflected in their expressions as

hts, they lay in bed, tossing and turning. As they writhed in pain, sleep would elude them. Unfortunately, the

eady!" Corey, the

of the slaves making even the slightest of mistakes, he would lose his temper and whip them. Corey's whip was not

tine. Quietly, they made their way to the slaves and began

ed at Zen with sym

was powerful, and his strength was equal to anyone at the meat refining level. He was ferocious and brutal, and s

had been difficult to procure in recent times. Their number dwindled even more as other families were also competing to buy them. H

ildren to vent their feelings. Another reason why Melvin Luo felt excit

Melvin, and now Zen would be begging for mercy

ed gravely from his beating the last time. Zen had taken half

ght him how to calm himself in any situation. He quickly took a few dee

een practicing a very fierce form of boxing, called Bullis

st punch landed straight on Zen's chest. Everyone

stiffened his chest so that he could use the protection of

uf

his body. The strength with which Melvin had hit Zen made him feel as though he had been struck on the chest with a h

ad po

ffer zone, which offset the opponent's power. This was Zen's

en felt as though the pain was unbearable. Zen forced a bitter smile as his whol

it was over. He was afraid that this punch had caused serious internal injuries. Howeve

soon as those warm currents flowed through him, Zen's body reacted. He felt

dy, right down to the smallest cell. Envel

hought as he felt the war

Luo Clan. The knowledge he had gained during that time had

could cause various effects on the body. However, the ingredients for the Magical Pills were rare to come by. That explained why i

y on the ground thinking for a while. Soon he linked his react

nd practice thoroughly, clean the body for great vitality ...'

nt by 'temper'? He n

ysterious weapon. Refining a device was perhaps, part of the proces

warm current required to wash the flesh of his body! It seemed t

chaotic mess. He felt excited and his

firm his theory

tended as though he were in pain. It looked as though Zen was struggling to stan

prise. He had thought that his punch would kill or cripple Zen. Ho

evel! You are resistant to attacks! That's great. Now I get

oo

hen instead of pain, he felt the warm currents again. The warmth spread throughout his body, constantly revitalizing his organs. The warm c