Chapter 65 - 65. Getting tired... (2/2)

The time went by like this for a year.....

He remembers he was 6 back then, he was made to fight with men who were triple his size, it wasn't anything friendly, every punch was packed with intent to kill....he was just a child but had to go through it, he had to survive. His body was being trained since he was four, but it's a fact that no matter the training the muscles and bones of 6 years old can't compare to that of 23-35-year-old buff men, right?

Without any dog blood, he suffered, suffered a lot, even he wasn't sure why his parents turned a blind eye to this, were all parents in the world like this

As days went by, his eyes were losing their twinkle and only shined when Yun came to him, even the care his mother showed was becoming unbearable so much so that, he was having dark, very dark thoughts...he knew he was turning into a monster, someone he wasn't meant to become.

That day was going on as usual but suddenly at about noon, the underground training center received the news that their boss was coming, everyone became tense...the air became heavy to breathe.

Xuan knew he had to survive, as the days passed by his survival instinct were honed to a level of perfection, these days he used his small body and agility to make his sparring partner unable to fight, his hits were sharper, he used a single blow and put all the power his body could hold onto that one shot, he was becoming what you would call ”One-Blow-Kill” Fighter, adding the fact that his eyes always tended to become cold and extremely dark while doing so, many were actually scared of this little bomb because those who fought with him had an instinct that, that wasn't his full power and that...he was actually trying his best not to kill them, he was controlling himself to a certain extent.

That day too, he was taking a break.

The bruises on his body had lessened a lot, it was a fact that he was close to becoming a killing machine without any emotion but he still held onto that last line of reason, he didn't want to become a killer so he held back....everything around him was turning dark just like that punishment room he despised, he had a mass of hatred building up inside his heart and was even his heart still alive? He wasn't sure anymore.

A child his age should be playing and taking his first step into primary school but here he was, on the verge of losing himself forever into the darkness that had become his world.

After his break was over, instead of going for the next bout he was asked to go to the main hall.

His heart stopped, he had inadvertently known what it meant to go to the main hall, he didn't want to know about it, but a month ago he saw something he shouldn't have in that room.

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