C8 Young Martial Spirit

"Martial Cultivation Method? Alright!" Hearing the name of Martial Cultivation Method, Zheng Zinuo's spirits were obviously lifted. He still remembered that his father would practice a very long fist technique every day. That fist technique looked very vigorous and vigorous. One look and one could tell that it was very powerful. He knew that it was the Martial Cultivation Method, an ultimate move that truly had a very strong attack power.

After receiving the mission, Zheng Zinuo happily went back to his room to sleep.

Seeing Zheng Zinuo's figure leaving, Zheng Zizhou shook his head and said to himself, "I hope that little brother can't withstand the intensity of training and will give up. Without a talent above rank 3, he wouldn't be able to reach rank 1 of Innate Heavenly Soul. You won't be able to cultivate any Martial Cultivation Method. Without the Martial Cultivation Method as the foundation, you won't be able to cultivate any Martial Cultivation Method. This way, one would not be able to withstand the high intensity cultivation. And I won't be able to become a qualified martial cultivator. "

Early morning the next day. It was March, and the sun was relatively late. At this time, the sky was still a little dark. One of them was wearing a white cotton jacket. He had a small body and looked like a seven or eight-year-old child. He was running around a small hill in the face of the bone-piercing cold wind.

The child's expression was firm and his eyes were determined. He clenched his fists tightly with a pair of cold red hands. He quickly moved his legs and panted heavily. A cloud of white fog formed in front of him, even though the bone-piercing cold wind outside made his pink little face extremely painful. However, he did not have any intention of retreating.

"I finally ran one round." This child was Zheng Zinuo, who had received his brother's mission. The sky was slightly bright, and he got up. He quietly came to a small mound not far from the house and started running according to Zheng Zizhou's instructions. The first lap was only about 150 meters away, but for Zheng Zinuo, who was only eight years old, it took him about half the time of hourglass.

After one lap, Zheng Zinuo did not stop. He continued to run, but his speed was clearly much slower.

"The second round. Hu... Hu... Hu..." He breathed in the cold air from the outside world, although the stimulation of the cold air was... It makes his mind a lot clearer, but it makes his nose and throat feel like it's on fire. His chest also gradually became stuffy, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. The second round, however, took him half an hourglass's time.

After the second round, Zheng Zinuo's pace clearly slowed down a lot. Although he was running now, he was not much faster than walking. His steps were unsteady, and he moved forward three steps at a time.

"The third round is finally completed." A smile appeared on Zheng Zinuo's little face, which was red from the cold. Although he was young, he still had a smile on his face. But he also knew that it was impossible to eat a big fat man in one bite. Everything had to be done step by step. His goal today was five laps. He would complete his mission by running five laps with all his might. Now that three laps had passed, there were only two laps left. Victory was in sight.

He had used more than half of the hourglass's time in the third lap, but he still did not stop. At this time, he had already taken off his thick white jacket and threw it on the small mound. He was wearing a yellow vest, and his forehead was covered with sweat. His throat seemed to be on fire. He felt like his chest was going to explode, but he did not give up. He continued to run unsteadily.

"The fourth lap is finally here." Zheng Zinuo was a little dizzy. His steps were light, as if he could fall at any time. But for some reason, there was a firm belief that kept his young body from falling.

His speed was getting slower and slower, much slower than his usual walking speed. After four laps, Zheng Zinuo had already run more than 600 meters without stopping. For someone who had never trained before, he only knew how to eat, play, and sleep. For an eight-year-old child who was acting like a spoiled child in his parents' arms, this distance was already very difficult.

There was only one last lap left in the last lap. This was the only thought in Zheng Zinuo's mind at this moment, even though the weather in March was still very cold. However, it was as if Zheng Zinuo had stepped into a hot summer. His entire person was like a flood. The vest was also taken off, leaving only a thin shirt. His entire body was drenched in sweat, and he was emitting white fog in the cold weather.

It could be seen that Zheng Zinuo had reached the first limit of his life. His mind was like glue, his eyes were blurred, and he had difficulty breathing. His feet seemed to have been filled with lead, and he could not move at all.

"Dong..." With a fetter, Zheng Zinuo fell heavily to the ground. He had overexerted his physical strength. His hands did not have time to support the ground, and he fell straight to the ground. Fortunately, the small mound was only surrounded by soft soil and did not have any hard stones. Otherwise, he would definitely have been injured.

"Zinuo..." Zheng Zizhou, who had been watching his younger brother run quietly from afar, saw Zheng Zinuo fall to the ground. His pupils shrank, and he turned pale with fright. He hurriedly ran towards the small mound.

"Don't come over." Just as Zheng Zizhou was about to rush over and help Little Zinuo up, Zheng Zinuo shouted with difficulty. "I... I can get up by myself, there's still half a circle left, I can do it!"

Those firm words and that unyielding personality of his caused Zheng Zizhou to be stunned for a long time. Was this still the younger brother of mine who only knew how to eat, play, and sleep all day long and loved to complain and act coquettishly in front of his parents?