Chapitre 4: Chapters 4: tightrope
Zhu lang went straight to training until he could not talk.
He was sparring with his trainer but he definitely was not near to being as good as his trainer. Yan Jing was a Wenchi fighter that had to retire early after a fight with the current world champion. That man has now 32 years old and it's almost retiring. His name is Brook Trevor. When he fought Yan ying he was a hidden prodigy and Yan Jing got too cocky but on the end he was the one losing his carrer.
Zhu lang fell to the canvas, he could not get up, everything was spinning and he was confused.
"Aren't you gonna stand up?I thought you were better." Yan Jing said, trying to be encouraging. -"If you don't want to have a resistence of 12 year old kid, you better get up." His words were not encoraging Zhu lang but inspite of feeling bad he tryed to get up by putting his left elbow and right hand on the canvas, he was almost falling again. The canvas was covered in sweat, his musckes couldn't handle anymore. "Ahh..." He couldn't stop trembeling. "Get up! Faster! You would be dead but now if you were on a fight!" He grabbed the rope but his legs had no strenght left. He fell to the canvas but this time he couldn't get up. His trainer grabbed his bottle of water and spilled the water on Zhu Lang. " I'm sorry, i think i'm not good enough..." Zhu lang couldn't help it and started crying.
Yan Jing put his hand on his head felling useless. " You don't have to feel that way. New fighthers wouldn't even move a finger with the punch i gave you. You have to focus on your training. Stop feeling sorry and train as hard as you can so you can feel the Joy when you win the tournament.
After the training, Yan Jing approached Zhu lang with a walket on his hand, he had a sad face, Zhu lang was disapointed after this training, he thought he could do better than that but his body is unable to.Yan Jing took money out of his wallet and grabed Zhu lang's shoulder. "I'm sorry kid, i know this won't help that much." Yan Jing gave Zhu Lang 800 Yuan, Zhu Lang was going to take the money but he felt guilty, he clenched his first and the grabbed the door. " I can't accept that money, see you tomorrow." Zhu Lang opened the door and went home.
*Sigh* Yan Jing put both hands on his waist and looked down. "What can i do to help this kid?"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone