C366 Eight Hundred Steps to Practice Fist!

At the 700th step, Mo Qishao was half-kneeling on the ground, his sweat pouring down and dampening the earth beneath him. His gaze was fixed on the figure of Su Hao ahead, his teeth grinding audibly. A potent sense of frustration overwhelmed him, as if he had been slapped across the face.

It burned.

It stung.

Even though there was no audience to witness his plight