C2085 Gouge

Punch after punch, in front of the diamond wall, there was a dark, congealed pool of blood on the ground. A large dent, about four inches deep, marred the wall. Ye Feng had made it with his fists. On the ground outside, blood clearly spelled out: "I am the 10,971st."

He had died ten thousand times, spending thousands of years to make just a few inches of progress