"What are you dawdling for?"
Run Sheng quickened his pace, then felt his consciousness stimulated by intense pain, nearly fainting.
But at that moment, Uncle Qin nudged with his toe, kicking a pebble on the pebbled road, which struck the back of Run Sheng's head.
Run Sheng's consciousness instantly cleared, and the clear result was that the terrible pain became clear again.
In this way, Run Sheng kept training; he would faint every now and then, but each time he was awakened by Uncle Qin.
Training on, soon, a large gap appeared on the pebble road under Uncle Qin's feet.
This wasn't training; it was truly top-level torture.
What Uncle Qin had said earlier about re-laying Run Sheng's foundation was meant literally.
At dusk, Aunt Liu came back from that house to make dinner.
Upon entering the yard, she glanced at Run Sheng, who was practicing his punches.
Then, she gave Uncle Qin an incredulous questioning look.
Uncle Qin nodded.
