Every time I draw my sword, I grow stronger. So, I started drawing it non-stop. I drew my sword in class. I drew it even while sleeping. I drew it far too many times. Everyone thought I was crazy. Even the female disciples treated me like a weirdo. But only I knew that as long as I drew my sword 100,000 times, I would become the strongest person in the world. To reach that goal as quickly as possible. I never stopped. Even when everyone in the set thought something was wrong with me, I didn't care at all. One day, my sister saw the motions I was making on my bed, and her face instantly turned red. She scolded me, calling me a pervert. But all I was doing was drawing my sword over and over again. When I was only a few hundred draws away from my goal, disciples from another sect came to provoke us. Every one of them was full of confidence, looking down on everyone, boasting that they could easily defeat everyone in our sect. In the entire arena, only my sister was barely able to hold her own against those elites. Yet, to everyone's shock, the opponent actually cheated, and she was defeated in an instant. With no other choice, I stepped onto the arena. Even then, I was still drawing my sword non-stop. The opponent thought I was mocking him, and his rage immediately exploded. He swore he would knock me flat. Before the task was complete, all I could do was keep drawing my sword while dodging his attacks. This only made him even more furious, and he unleashed his strongest strike. At that very moment, I completed my 100,000th sword draw. In an instant, limitless power surged through my entire body-
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