The constant huffing would ring out against the running water. Beads of sweat dance limply through the air. Yuyang's muscles were ablaze with fatigue as he continued to pound out push up after pushup, two right fingers being his only point of contact with the ground. His body was a well refined temple, with its stone cut to perfection with an excessive amount of physical conditioning. The pain he was under was working counter what it would for most, who would feel it as an invitation to stop. But the glass ceiling he was under would only be shattered through that pain, and what was once 50 had