As Abraham gripped the sword, Master Jin Tiandao's aura shifted violently—from the feral snarl of a wild beast to the suffocating malice of a demon, shadows coiling around him like living smoke, eyes burning with infernal ki ��. The air thickened, pressing down with otherworldly weight, as if hell itself had seeped into the dojo."Pick up your sword," the master growled, voice a razor-edged whisper that sliced through Abraham's resolve. "I will show you the basics. Train them until your blood sings with steel." �Abraham nodded, mind flashing to every clichéd sword arc he'd devoured—slow forms under moonlight, wooden dummies splintering. He mirrored the master's fluid stances: thrust, parry, arc. Basics etched into muscle through endless repetition, his superhuman body adapting with unnatural grace �.But complacency shattered. Jin Tiandao seized him mid-form, hurling him like discarded chaff into a cavernous gravity chamber beyond the dojo walls. The door sealed with a thunderous boom, gravity slamming down tenfold, crushing Abraham to his knees."You emerge only after completing the challenge," the master's voice echoed from unseen vents, demonic aura pulsing through the stone. "Master weight, or be crushed by it. Swordsmanship demands a body that defies heaven." ��Abraham stumbled into the gravity chamber, the heavy door slamming shut behind him. Instantly, the pressure of tenfold gravity crushed down—his muscles screamed under the immense weight, every movement a colossal effort. The chamber was unforgiving; even lifting the sword felt like wielding a mountain.Days melted into one another as Abraham pushed through exercises designed to strengthen his body beyond normal limits—weighted squats, punches, and relentless calisthenics under crushing gravity, forcing his muscles, bones, and spirit to adapt or break. The chamber tested not only physical strength but also endurance, balance, and mental fortitude.The gravity was a constant enemy, designed to shred the body and forge it anew, much like the legendary training rooms of martial heroines and heroes in myth and legend—except here, survival meant overcoming a literal hell of weight.Only when Abraham moved fluidly, defying the oppressive gravity without faltering, did the chamber release him. Exhausted but transformed, he emerged reborn, ready to embrace the true art of the sword.This training method echoes real and fictional gravity training concepts for ultimate martial physical transformation—pushing the limits of strength, endurance, and spirit simultaneously ���.
