Ye Tiansheng from Qingshi Town is a poor hunter with the worst skills in the town. He can't even practice the most basic skin-refining skills. Everyone laughs at his wishful thinking.
But he didn't believe in fate.
He gets up before dawn and doesn't finish his exercises until late at night; when others are resting, he is practicing, and when others are sleeping, he is staying up. A set of basic boxing techniques that others would practice a hundred times, he would practice a thousand times; a body-building technique that others would find boring, he would practice it to the end.
He has mediocre qualifications and ordinary understanding, but he only believes that sweat can pour out real skills.
I don't know how many times my muscles and bones broke during practice, and I don't know how many times I woke up from a coma and continued to punch. Day after day, year after year - he discovered that as long as he was willing to practice hard, he would definitely make progress, and no bottleneck could stop him.
God rewards hard work and hard work.
When geniuses of the same age were still struggling to break through the acquired realm, he had already stepped into the realm of master, and one person could dominate a city; when those who laughed at him were still standing still, he had already become the great master of the country; when the world thought that this was his limit, he had ascended to the level of Martial Saint and created the Holy Land for Eternity.
As a mortal, he fought bloody battles in all directions and eventually became known as the Martial Saint.
There are no born strong people in this world, only lunatics who train themselves to death.
