Chapter 278 - Seniors?!

Tony Clark walked out of the Class 2 Training Room as the heavy iron doors slid shut behind him with a dull thud. His body felt completely exhausted, and a thick layer of sweat soaked his crimson-and-black outer disciple robes, but his dark eyes were bright with a calculating, victorious gleam. Drawing a heavy spiritual bow thousands of times in a single afternoon was a brutal task that would have shattered an ordinary 7th Class Disciple, but his physical frame—hardened by the crushing force of the mountain waterfall—had absorbed the structural stress beautifully.