Chapter 38: Slapping (1/2)
”Now everyone has chosen their weapons then let us start the second test!”
Everyone nodded, they were already excited to fight the geniuses from all over the continent.
The old man smiled.
”Okay, let's first finish the battle between the QI Condensation”
”Number 10, come to the middle of the arena”
Two guys came into the middle of the big and tough arena.
”Begin” the old man announced
One guy wearing a poor grey colour frock gave his opponent a cupped fist salute. He was one of the He Pong batch. After Du Chan helped them, their personality changed very much.
On the other side, the opponent just nodded, he didn't even place the opponent in his eyes.
”Hmm, looking down on me huh, okay, my name is He Rian” He Rian said and raised both his fists in front of his face and moved his left leg back to the right leg.
Du Chan who was looking at the arena was shocked.
'Isn't that boxing?' He thought. Because he was very familiar with boxing.
”Where is your weapon?” The opposite guy who was looking down on He Rian raised his eyebrow.
”We He Clan don't use weapons. Our body is our weapon” He Rian said proudly and started to attack his opponent without giving him a chance to speak.
The opponent unleashed his sword. And counter-attack. But He Rian was fast. His fist already landed on his chest.
With a 'boww' sound the opponent coughed, a white liquid came out of his mouth.
”You..” The opponent's face turned red, he never imagined his fist would be as hard as a rock!
”Let's finish this” He Rian said and punched his abdomen.
The opponent lost his grip on his sword and blood came out of his mouth and his body flew out of the arena.
”He Rian wins, next number 9,” the old man said.
He Rian nodded and came to the side, he suddenly noticed someone looking at him and saw that Du Chan was looking at him. Sweat started to drip from his forehead.
'Why is he looking at me….' He Rian was scared.
Du Chan remembered his past.
When he was 4 years old, running through the garbage bins in the street, slum areas with just a torn brown short.
”Hey kid come here” a guy who was wearing a coded uniform and some badges was on his shirt, called the kid who was eating bread. On a bin. The bread was already spoiled.
The kid looked at the man. And three other guys were standing beside him.
All wearing the same clothes.
The kid stood up and walked towards them, the bread was still in his mouth.
”Don't eat that” that man took the bread from his hands and threw it.
”Grrr” that kid got angry and again picked the bread and hid it on his back with both of his hands.
That man signed.
And other guys looked at the kid and laughed.
”Leave that kid, why bother? We have many things to do” One of the guys said.
”I'm the soldier of this country! People living in this country are the lives we protect! Of course, it bothers me, and I care about it, you should too” that guy said with a righteous voice.
The other 3 guys sighed.
”Hmm, there are almost all people here like him, you can't do anything about it” one guy said.
”Yeah, we have our family too, and don't forget why we came here for,” one guy said coldly.
”I know, but I will at least help one person” that man signed and took a book and chocolate out from his bag, and gave them to that kid.
”Here, this book has boxing methods, practice it, and if you love your country then join the Army! When you grow up” he said.
That kid took them and ate the chocolate.
”Hmmm” that kid was stunned by the taste of the chocolate. And tried to eat the book too but he can't tear the pages from that book.
”Haha, that's not a normal book look, there are some pictures on the pages,” that man said while looking at the silly kid.
That kid noticed the pictures in the book. And amazed.
That man looked at the kid's expression and smiled.
”Here look at me” that man raised both his fists and started to punch and kick in the air.
That kid's eyes started to light up. He also stood up and tried to do the same as that man did, but he fell on the ground.
”It's okay, practice hard,” the man said with a smile on his face.
”Let's move, we found our target” one of the guys said hurriedly.
”Good, let's go” everyone took out a gun from their backpacks.
”Kid. Leave now” that man said and hurried the kid to leave that place.
That kid picked that book and ran away from there. And stopped at another garbage bin, in a slum area and looked at the book. The book was filled with pictures of a man drawing, and something was written below the pictures.
That kid doesn't even know how to speak, so he doesn't understand anything there but the drawings are very interesting for him.
He stood up and then tried boxing again and again until he exhausted himself. But it was hard for him to practice with his fragile body.
He practised it every day and night. But one day he was taken away by an orphanage in that street. And forced to go to school, but he didn't stop practising, he started to practice using the people! He beat people up with his fists!
”Haha, weak shits,” a teenager said while laughing at other kids lying on the ground.
Those kids were wearing school uniforms. Middle School.
”Boring” that teen said and started to move away from there. He already looked like a high school kid wearing a middle school uniform.
”Hey….what is your name?” one of the kids asked lying on the ground.
”Me” the teen answered.