It was not Matthew's intention to torture these kids, but they were already past the best age for learning martial arts, which was before the age of fifteen. In addition, they lacked talent. Therefore, they could only resort to unconventional methods like this if they wanted to catch up with their peers.
Just like forging iron into steel, they needed to be pushed to the extreme and remove all impurities from their bodies. Only then could they proceed with the subsequent process of tempering their bodies.
Although this approach was harmful to the body, there wouldn't be any major problems with Holy Doctor Larson around.
On the other hand, Tristin, who was thrown into the middle of the river, was struggling desperately. He knew how to swim, but his clothes had become unusually heavy after getting soaked. Coupled with the bone-chilling water due to it being late fall, his face instantly turned pale.
"I'll give you thirty minutes. If you can't swim your way back, I'll leave you here. Oh, by the way, there are many undercurrents in this river. If you're unlucky enough to get sucked into one, I will have no option but to report your death."
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