Chapitre 51: Chapter 2: Nostalgia With A Hint Of Psychopath

Lucian could still hear the excited crowd's roar at the event's true start. He smirked as he felt familiar with this feeling of competing.

'Oh, is this the training room? Not bad, they've done an excellent job.'

The large room was as large as one wing of the arena. To his sides were various sized combat dummies. Some would retaliate to train response.

The emotions he felt from this tournament enshrouded him.

His eyes watched people training hard, covered in sweat. He moved toward a dummy near the west wall. His eyes admired everyone who trained so hard.

'There is a strange feeling I cannot quite grasp inside me. Maybe training will help clear my mind?'

*Thud*

However, he didn't have a set style of combat. At first he was just throwing punches, trying to set a rhythm. As he got more into his own pace, his focus increased.