Once again thrown out by the Martial Monks inside the Buddha Tower, it was already nighttime.
On this day, Su Ming didn't know how many times he was thrown outside, nor how many new insights he gained.
He could clearly feel that these insights brought not only a change in temperament but also understanding of Martial Arts and life.
Every time he re-entered the tower, he lasted longer under the Martial Monk's hands.
Perhaps even Su Ming hadn't realized that he had significantly improved in strength through constant assimilation.
Returning to the meditation room, Su Ming closed his eyes and began to relive the day's battle.
The array at Qianling Temple was indeed extremely intricate, and the coordination between the Martial Monks was remarkably cohesive.
Often, he could fend off one, but soon several more would fill the gap.
Ultimately, he was alone; no matter how high his martial abilities were, he couldn't handle everything simultaneously.
