บท 157: Chapter CLVII - Ten Thousand Trials

Marcus sat through the entire night cultivating alongside the monk. Just as the sun was scheduled to begin rising over the horizon, he opened his eyes, noticing the young man before him.

"Greetings stranger, you may call me Izeorrerth; what brings you to the Ten Thousand Fists Training Pagoda?" The monk said with a sincere smile.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Izeorrerth. I am Nobody. I am here to train and become stronger." Marcus said.

"Oho!" Izeorrerth exclaimed, clasping his hands together and smiling, "We don't get many new students, especially one as old as yourself. Usually, our students arrive as young children, not young adults."

"I apologize for the inconvenience my presence may cause; however, I must undergo this training. I can barely handle battling black dragons and within 30 days I must face gold dragons back-to-back." Marcus explained.