In the backyard of the Demon Hunting Master's Mansion, there stood a sharp-roofed wooden shed covering several dozen square meters.
The wooden shed, providing shelter from the wind and rain, housed a training area, complete with weapon racks and coat hangers with training clothes hanging on them.
Xia Zhou rolled up his sleeves and, taking a wooden chain hammer, stepped onto the training ground.
Rexasor also had a chain hammer in his hand, but his was made of metal. The hammerhead was a cast-iron sphere the size of a fist; the dark grey metal surface visibly bore substantial weight.
"The weapon you hold is for training 12 year-old Demon Hunter Apprentices."
"Hmm? Don't look at me like that, I'm not belittling you. In my view, your current muscle strength is just about at this level."
Rexasor turned his wrist and swung the heavy hammerhead in a circle in the air.
"No matter what cold weapon you use, the most vital part of your body is the wrist!
"Remember this."