"I am Chun Ma," he said while his pupils looked straight at the Instructor.

"Sigh, alright, number 47," the bearded man replied with a defeated face:

'Logically, a child's body cannot handle more weight than his own body, especially if he doesn't have an inner core. This kid is about 35 kg, you mean to say to me that he could handle more weight than his entire body in a single arm?'

As the superior said, you might find it unbelievable, but after seeing it with your very eyes, you still have to accept the disbelieving truth.

Right in front of the wide-eyed bearded man, Chun Ma took two more bracers and casually fitted them on his right arm and moved it freely without any restriction.

"Hmm, this seems fine for now." Chun Ma finally felt the pressure in his right arm, enough to make his muscle coil, and he felt like he was sweating ever so slightly already:

"Alright, four more for my left arm."

"Okay," the bearded man replied in a tone of complete defeat and handed him four more bracers, and Chun Ma fitted them on his left arm right in front of him.

"And two more for each of my legs."

"Okay."

"Since I have fitted twelve bracers, then I should get twelve times the meal, right?"

"That's right."

The bearded man nodded with a hint of defeat in his eyes and quickly called out to the others.

And one by one, the called children ran towards the bearded man.

The number one to be called thought in his heart:

'This kid looks very scrawny. Although he might be skilled and good with a weapon, his strength shouldn't be too much. Him being able to carry it—I should be able to as well.'

He looked at Chun Ma, completely fine with four bracers on each arm and two bracers on each leg, gathered some courage, and took it.

"Huh."

His hand and body fell to the ground like gravity had taken its toll on him, and the bracers fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Eh?" He was in a moment of disbelief. He looked at Chun Ma, who was skinnier than him, smaller than him, and younger than him…

He tried to take out the bracer from the ground and barely did so after fully forcing himself, and wore it on his right arm, tightly clutching it with his left arm so it didn't fall off.

"Do you wanna wear another one?" the bearded instructor asked.

"No, I am good."

"Very well then, you will only get a single cold bread."

"Huh!?" Number 1's expression turned paler than pale. He was in complete despair when he heard this.

A cold bread is disastrous for him, not enough, especially if you do heavy training with it.

"If you wear another one, you will also get Soybean Paste," the bearded instructor commented lightly.

"Yes."

Number 1 accepted quickly with his face pale, 'It shouldn't be too bad. As long as I can endure it, then I will be able to quickly recover my energy. Then I can train hard.'

The bearded instructor gave him the bracer, and he fitted it on his other arm. While huffing and puffing, Number 1 sat down.

Then came the other numbers' turn. When it reached Rim Soo-Yun:

"How many do you want, Number 23?"

"Two," Rim Soo-Yun calmly said.

While the children behind her snickered:

"What a fool, why did she take only this much?"

"She is one of the first ones to finish and her strength is enough. Martial artists are people who must surpass their limits. Although she might be stronger now, she will definitely fall behind."

There was some mockery made behind her, to which Rim Soo-Yun just shook her head.

Some smart people were also alert, though, and chose weight within their limits.

After everyone had worn their bracers, the bearded instructor only grinned:

"Follow me."

He turned and went forward in a large stride.

The people behind him quickly followed until they could see light from ahead. The light shone brightly in front of them, and there was a large hill with several flags ahead.

"This is where your trial begins," the bearded instructor kicked the ground to create momentum and launched into the air, then landed atop the hill smoothly, like it was the most natural thing:

"If you brats can reach here, then you will get your meals according to the number of bracers you wear. If you couldn't, then hehe."

"What?"

The people who had chosen heavier weights despaired, while those who hadn't felt joy in their hearts.

Chun Ma moved around his hand:

'This weight doesn't feel enough,' he thought lightly. Then he looked towards the instructor:

"Can I increase the weight, Instructor?"

"Oh?" The bearded instructor raised his brows. "Sure, you can raise it."

A servant swiftly came and handed him another two bracers. Chun Ma wore them casually on both legs.

Up to this time, this had been his third bracer on both legs, so he was carrying 140 kilograms in total. This was simply a terrifying weight.

Even he felt pressure on both his arms and legs unlike any other. His hands and legs were trembling frequently because of it. Not to mention him—even the main body or even Drayken might feel the pressure.

Although he was strengthened by the skills and titles, his body was still that of a young boy, and there were limits to it. But there was something unique about him that neither the main body nor Drayken had…

Chun Ma took a deep breath, and he slowly started to walk ahead.

"One step."

The first step he took didn't feel like much, so he walked further, until he reached the fifth step.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and fell to the dusty ground.

By the tenth step he walked, his leg muscles had already started to cramp, and his hands felt like they were in another world of pain. Despite this, defying all common logic…