1174 Passing the Test

"How is that possible?" Dry Bone King appeared to be suffering rigor mortis. He was unable to move, frozen through sheer disbelief.

When he had struck the wooden fish the ninth time, Han Sen looked damaged and under much duress. But when he was subjected to the tenth and final, most brutal pounding of all, he looked fine. He was unbroken, as Dry Bone King had not expected him to be.

From the audience seats, Qiu Ping felt happiness in a way he hadn't for a long time. The woman, on the other hand, was at a loss for words.

Han Sen looked at Dry Bone King happily. He had managed to control the pumping of his heart, making it move in rhythm with the beat. With the power that flowed through Han Sen's body, his blood roared through his veins with the freedom and ferocity of a grand waterfall. His blood vessels had almost been unable to take it.