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.

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

was strong and powerful, but this only landed superficial bruises on

that the pain he felt was

expected!" she said with a smile

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

a thousand trees over there with a diameter of about a meter. Letting out a sigh, he thought

to do, all eyes were on him again.

want to leave." He turned his head

the meaning of "good will be rewarded with good, and evil

with you. Grace entrusted you to me and I cannot let you go

can't help him and do not let him leave this courtyard. Otherwise, you will

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

this task by tomorrow, you will also not

Ricky, and walked back to her room, only left Ricky and other disciples in

to chop this firewood on your own. We are so sorry. " One of the disciples came in front of Ricky, held out his hand and placed it on his shoulder,

as possible, or

the instructions and the sympathy expressed by the disciples, they all went back to their own casting areas with heavy hearts. They can only help 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

his strength and desire to finish the task. He then walked up to the enormous pile of wood and hard trunks, and started

didn't want to give Bertha another reason to beat him into a pulp. He might not survive the next one, he thought.

couldn't defeat them all. Should he try

was another sound of chopping wood could be heard, with a rhythm on

that there was a rhythm hidden in

to be chopping wood. After all, the process of chopping was not just

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

hard trunks and coniferous leaves into firewood. But he found that he was not tired at all; instead,