Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 97 Hit me
defense……

defense……

Marcus grasped this key point; a flash of inspiration struck him, and an idea immediately formed in his mind.

He slowly raised his head, a resolute ruthlessness flashing in his usually calm eyes.

The final breakthrough was never achieved in safe training.

Only real threats can bring out one's potential!
……

"What did you say?"

Vales looked at Marcus with a puzzled expression, thinking there was something wrong with his ears.

"Have you taken the wrong medicine, Marcus?"

Vales had just finished his morning practice when Marcus came to his door, and they happened to run into Gray on the way.

"I was serious."

Marcus, with a serious expression, repeated, "Please hit me."

"He must have taken the wrong medicine."

Gray, standing to the side, spoke with absolute certainty, reaching out to touch Marcus's forehead.

"No, no, no, no... Marcus."

Vales quickly waved his hand, still not quite understanding, "Why would I hit you for no reason?"

"I always feel like I'm about to break through, but I'm always just a little bit short."

Marcus spoke solemnly.

"After much thought, I still feel that I haven't reached my limit. Only strong external pressure can squeeze out the potential within me!"

He looked directly into Vales' eyes, his expression earnest.

"So please help me, Vales, I hope you can bring out my potential."

Seeing that Marcus didn't seem to be joking, Vales could only frown and try to keep up with his train of thought.

"So you mean... you want to use my attacks to simulate the pressure of a life-or-death situation, to force out your potential, and then achieve a breakthrough?"

“Yes.” Marcus nodded.

"Are you sure this method will work?" Vales was still somewhat incredulous.

He had never heard of this kind of cultivation method before.

“We have to give it a try,” Marcus said.

“I can help too,” Gray said, rubbing his hands together, eager to give it a try.

Marcus glanced at Gray and said calmly.

"You can't do it, you can't beat me."

"I feel like I'm being looked down upon..."

Vales pondered for a moment.

Although I thought it was a bit far-fetched when I first heard it, upon closer reflection, what Marcus said actually made some sense.

He had heard of soldiers achieving breakthroughs in life-or-death battles before, and what if he really succeeded?

"All right."

Vales finally agreed, "Since you insist, let's give it a try."

Half an hour later, in a secluded woodland on the outskirts of Blackstone Town.

Gray crossed his arms and leaned lazily against a large tree, acting as a spectator.

In the middle of the woods, Marcus and Vales stood facing each other, assuming a sparring stance.

"Ready?" Vales cracked his knuckles as he moved his hands.

"Come on, don't hold back!" Marcus said with high spirits.

"Then you'd better watch out!"

As soon as Vales finished speaking, he took a step and shot forward.

Although Vales usually uses a longbow, this does not mean that his close combat ability is weak.

On the contrary, years of using a powerful bow have made Vales' arm muscles firm and explosive. In terms of pure arm strength, even warriors of the same level would find it difficult to beat him.

Moreover, Vales is now a mid-level ranger, and the advancement of his Qi Heart has made his physical attributes vastly different from before.

A swift jab was aimed directly at Marcus's face.

"Thump!" Marcus barely managed to shield himself with his arm, the force of which made his arm bones ache and caused him to stagger backward.

Before Marcus could regain his composure, Vales launched another barrage of attacks.

Whip kicks, elbow strikes, and combinations of punches—the ferocious offensive was like a storm.

Even though Marcus was a midfielder specializing in close combat, he could hardly resist Vales's attacks and could only passively defend.

After several rounds, although Marcus was not seriously injured, he inevitably had several bruises on his face and body.

Gray, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

Surprisingly, the tall and strong Marcus was beaten up by Vales.

interesting.

"No...no..."

Marcus covered his slightly swollen cheek and dodged Vales's hook punch.

"I already said it."

Vales also stopped what he was doing, somewhat helplessly, "This kind of training method is completely useless. How can you break through by just getting beaten up?"

"No... I mean, it's not enough."

Marcus took a deep breath.

"This level of intensity is not enough to unleash my potential. I don't feel any sense of crisis, and I can't mobilize the fighting spirit within me."

"Not enough? Then how do we increase the intensity?" Vales asked, puzzled.

Marcus's gaze grew increasingly intense.

“Valles, shoot me with your bow.”

"Impossible!" Vales rejected the idea without hesitation.

Even Gray, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, couldn't sit still any longer.

"Hey, Marcus, don't do anything reckless. This is not the same as hand-to-hand combat. It can kill people."

"That's exactly the feeling I want—the feeling that someone might die."

Marcus said firmly, “Help me this time, Vales. Only in dire situations like this can I unleash my full potential.”

"What if we don't break through? Wouldn't that mean we just took an arrow for nothing?" Gray said.

“I won’t blame Vales; it was my own choice,” Marcus said.

"It's not a question of whether it's strange or not."

Vales was getting angry. "Marcus, I can't let you do such a ridiculous thing."

"Trust me, Vales!"

Marcus's words were firm and resolute: "I can definitely stop them!"

Vales fell silent.

He met Marcus's resolute gaze for a long time, then let out a long sigh.

"Alright, alright... as you wish, let's give it a try."

Vales picked up the crescent tip of his longbow and walked to a spot thirty meters away.

He drew a broad-bladed arrow from his quiver and, from an angle where Marcus couldn't see, removed the socketed arrowhead.

Then Vales drew his bow and aimed the arrow, now just a wooden shaft, at Marcus.

The moment he drew back the bowstring, Vales' entire demeanor became sharp and intimidating.

At this distance, he can be said to be able to hit the target every time, aiming precisely where he wants.

"bring it on……!"

Marcus stared intently at Vales, mobilizing his forces to prepare for defense.

Play the string!

"call out!"

Even with only the wooden shaft remaining, the arrow still whistled out with great force.

In that instant, Marcus forced himself to concentrate all his attention.

He could clearly feel that the Qi in his lower abdomen was becoming more active due to external pressure.

Streams of heat are flowing rapidly through Marcus's meridians, attempting to merge with his flesh and blood to create a battle aura shield strong enough to withstand external attacks!
(End of this chapter)