It was a sunny day it almost gives you motivation to work. Zhu lang arrived at the gym with a bottle of water on his hand. He was panting and covered in sweat. His trainer hás his hand on his hand and he seem worried. Zhu lang approached Yan Jing. "What's wrong sir?" - "Oh no... I forgot."

-"Forgot what?" - "You have a fight next week..." Zhu lang droped the bottle of water. His mood suddently changed."But if i get injured i can't compete! How did you forgot some thing like that?"-" I'm sorry this time it was my fault."-"No you are not understanding the situation! if i don't get enough money in 4 months my mother can get hurt!"-" What are you talking about?What happend?" Zhu lang maintained an angry face but a tear came out of his eye. He felt powerless he felt like he will never win the tournament and get the money. "Are you crying!?" Yan Jing said with a encouraging face."You want the money?! Well if you stand there Forever insted of training your mother will get hurtand you are definitely not gaining that money." Zhu lang wiped his tear with a angry face. He wanted to punch his trainer, but he was right. Zhu lang went straight to training until he could not talk.

Zhu lang 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.

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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. Zhu lang put 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 desapointed 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?"