The legendary warrior

"Aren't you that guy everyone's been talking about in the Snow Sect? The one doesn't have the spiritual meridian?" Bertha came to the front of Ricky, put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him and said with a sly grin.

Ricky's heart raced. Bertha's sweet fragrance engulfed the atmosphere. The trees and the flowers in the mountaintops, the sweet nothings, and hearts started to pop in Ricky's mind. He flushed a bit, turning his cheeks pink. This made him feel a little bit embarrassed.

"Yes, I am," Ricky responded respectfully while taking a step backwards. The embarrassing scene kept on repeating in his head. Was it romantic? He felt more and more embarrassed as he thought about it. This made him the little awkward boy you'd see who's clearly crushing on an idol. He averted Bertha's eyes during conversations as much as he could.

"It seems like that the legend is true. Maybe you really are a genius. And because of that, you might get to the eighth grade of Skin Refinement even without the spiritual meridian." Bertha continued, "Since Grace entrusted you to me... well, before anything else, let's test your power!"

Suddenly...

Ice started to surround Ricky. Icy cold crystals formed around him which made him shiver to the core, including his breath which he puffed out like a cloud.

In an instant, he felt the powerful cold palm generated by Bertha. This cold palm mixed with strong blood vitality and rushed to his system.

Time was of the essence. He did not overthink about what he was about to do, as he was running out of time. He crossed his arms and immediately tried to resist the strong attack made by Bertha, but it was not that effective. He was still being frozen literally.

Ricky's powers rendered useless to Bertha's attack. He was trembling, with his insides crunching and twisting in pain. There was a loud thud as he fell on the ground crying in pain.

The disciples stopped on their tracks upon seeing Ricky on the ground. They were confused as to what it was all about. They all stood there, waiting for an explanation for they had no idea what grudges Bertha could possibly hold against this Ricky.

All of the disciples knew that Grace and Bertha were very close. They were like sisters, as the disciples thought, but even if there was a chance that Bertha did not like Ricky, this did not give her any right to treat him like this, not for Grace's sake!

'Is there any feud between Ricky and Bertha?' Many disciples thought. All of the disciples took pity on Ricky who was on the floor in excruciating pain. His face was scrunched like a paper you'd throw out. His arms were holding his stomach where all the pain was concentrated. He was beaten into a pulp. Everyone just felt sorry for him.

In the area of the Snow Sect, Bertha had a strong reputation for being the ill-tempered that she was. Anyone who would dare cross her path and offend her would suffer the consequences. No one would be spared, and it never ended well.

Bertha took a step back as soon as she felt the pleasure in seeing Ricky suffer. She drew her hand back, and watched Ricky unfold as he felt the pain lessen.

went through, not to mention his face that was contorted in pain, and his arms were bruised from all the wriggling he did on the ground as he

but this only landed superficial bruises on Ricky--no internal damage compared to what she was used to see from

Ricky think that the pain he felt

than I expected!" she said with a smile and

see that bundle of firewood over there? You have to chop them all tonight. And when you are done, you can start to see how I cast." Bertha pointed her finger towards the casting area and said, "This is where the magic

They were like small hills! So many of them! There were about a thousand trees over there with a diameter of about a meter. Letting out a sigh, he thought he should grab the ax and

were on him again. The disciples just kept on staring at him with pitiful

not watching anymore. I just want to leave." He turned his head around listlessly, looked at Bertha and

the meaning of "good

to me and I cannot let you go back without learning anything!" Bertha let

next to her and said, "Remember, you guys can't help him and do not let him

nodded their heads in respect after hearing Bertha's instructions. Clearly, they were used to being overpowered by Bertha.

can't finish this task by tomorrow, you will also not have a

and walked back to her room, only

we do sympathize with you, you have to chop this firewood on your own. We are so sorry. " One of the disciples

soon as possible, or there

Ricky with words and not by any action. They felt for Ricky and never wished that on anyone. They could only hope the best for Ricky at

task. He then walked up to the enormous pile of wood and hard trunks,

didn't want to give Bertha another reason to beat him

and he couldn't defeat them all. Should he try to escape, he

was another sound of chopping wood could be heard, with

you could hear that there was

as it might seem, it wasn't really that bad for Ricky to be chopping wood. After all, the process of chopping was not just some punishment

experience that might actually bring something for him--more control, more grasp of his power

until dawn the next day that he completely chopped the pile of hard trunks and coniferous leaves into firewood. But he found that he was not tired at all; instead, he