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Each breath came out in a white cloud that dissolved into nothing. I walked to the center of the yard and drew the blade. I closed my eyes and pictured my father's stance. Left foot forward. Right foot back. Elbows tucked. Chin down. Then I began. I moved through the drills Rhea had been teaching me. Slowly at first. Then faster. Strike. Block. Pivot. Strike again. My muscles screamed from yesterday's session but I ignored them. The cold bit at my skin but I pushed through it. I practiced until sweat dripped down my back despite the freezing air. Until my arms burned and my legs trembled. Until the sky began to shift from black to deep blue.

V-lines disappeared into his low-slung workout pants. And the scars. So many scars. I could see them clearly in the moonlight. A long one across his ribs. A circular one on his shoulder—bullet wound, probably. Smaller ones scattered across his arms, his chest, his abs. A burn mark on his left side. Each one a story. Each one a reminder of violence survived. He was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Like a weapon that had been forged through pain and violence into something deadly and perfect. I watched as he moved through his routine. A series of punches—jab, cross, hook. A spinning kick that would have broken someone's ribs. A low sweep that would have taken someone's legs out from

He hated it the most when others said that his muscles were made of protein powder. "You're fucking looking for death." Lao Luo let out a loud roar. He exerted strength from his legs and charged at Samuel. Samuel put away his contemptuous expression. This guy's strength and speed were both extraordinary. It was obvious that he had received systematic training, not purely building up a body of muscles to scare people.

I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest self-consciously. Alpha Maxwell, who had thankfully maintained his composure, stepped forward. "We'll start with basic defensive stances. Brent will demonstrate." For the next hour, I learned how to fall properly, how to block basic attacks, and how to throw a punch that wouldn't break my own hand. My body seemed to absorb the lessons faster than I'd expected, muscle memory kicking in like I'd been born for this. "Good," Brent said as I successfully blocked his slow-motion swing for the fifth time in a row. "Your reflexes are better than I expected."

“Not a problem.” “You’ll do everything I tell you to?” He leaned forward, towering over me. “Yes.” I held my ground. “Even if you don’t see how it relates?” Bryan continued. “Because there’s a lot of strength training and endurance building you’ll need to do. It’s not all sparring. Working proper forms into your muscle memory can be tedious.” “I can work through tedium.” I wasn’t just saying that. My Hoax Files proved I could do tedious things. He studied me for a moment, then looked down in concentration.

ly and he did not evade that punch. Instead, he raised his own fist. He wanted to let Jae Lee woo know the huge disparity between their skill levels. The air started vibrating and a tyrannical wave appeared on Jae Lee woo's fist, produced a fluttering sound. However, the crowd could only see heavy waves moving towards Jae Yung before passing through him tyrannically. Martial Technique, Nine Heavy Waves! Jae Yung's complexion changed suddenly as he felt how strong the force of oppression is. But it was too late to withdraw now. Both fists clashed and Jae Yung felt the aggressive waves travel through his fist and past his body forcefully. Each wave was stronger than the previous one and it

He retracted his hand, touched his chin, and thought for a while. "Before you throw a punch, you have to calm down and hold your breath.This is very important.Don’t let your strength dissipate too soon.What’s more, observe the weak point of the target and focus on that point.Don’t give the enemy any time to react.Always make quick moves.Do it like this." Blair showed me the proper way to punch. I tried hard to memorize all his moves, but I was still a little confused.When I wanted to ask him, the referee announced that the second round of the competition would begin.

’ I said blankly. A hint of smile came upon him but he shook his head wildly and then said, ‘What I mean is that your legs are the weapon of attack on the opponant. Use them to your leverage. Leave your upper body as light as possible while making the jump, and you can take down a two hundred kilo person easily.’ ‘I don’t know how to do that.’ ‘I will teach you.’ The next three hours were pure torture as Ace taught me one move to another quickly and had me practice each one at least five times. It was exhausting. I slumped down on the ground when he finally said, ‘Okay. Enough for today.’

Book Fifteen: Ancient Ways Sweat stung my eyes, the thud of my hands against the heavy bag vibrating up my arms and into my chest. I leaned back and lashed out with one foot in a roundhouse, connecting solidly with the cracked vinyl, the chain creaking as I sent the bag swinging. "Nice hit." I turned, wiping my face on the shoulder of my t-shirt to the grinning face of my kick-boxing instructor. Sage steadied the bag, deep green eyes smiling as much as his mouth.

And I knew from listening to the males growing up compare their exercise routines, that this was literally child’s play compared to what the warriors do daily. I was also immensely thankful that James had thought ahead about preparing a laptop with photo and video examples of the exercises. He showed me how to use the mouse pad in the bottom center to switch to which activity was displayed, and how to press play and pause, rewind, and fast forward on the videos.