Wenchi Master

Zhu lang gets up and pus his guard up but he notices his struggling.

* My guard is getting lower everytime i get hit. I have to play defensive now.*

Zhu lang watches every move Chen Zhao makes.

* So you aren't attacking. If you don't move i'll have to attack.*

Chen Zhao moves slowly as he starts to move his hand. But his trick doesn't seem to bother Zhu Lang.

* Why isn't he looking at the hand?*

Chen Zhao throws punch combinations but Zhu Lang has his block closed as a shell. Chen Zhao decides to throw a right kick but he wasn't expecting that Zhu Lang was waiting for that. Zhu lang makes a counter with his right hand. Chen Zhao falls back and sits with his hand on the canvas. He feels something coming out of the nose, he touches his nose and notices that his bleeding. He smiles and looks to Zhu Lang and gets up Immediately, and gets in fighting stance.

Zhu Lang smile disappears while he notices Chen Zhao looks completly fine.

-"Fight!"

The spar had started again, but Zhu lang felt inferior even after taking Chen Zhao down.

* Why do i feel so bad about myself? Trainer warned me he was a wasted prodigy.*

Zhu Lang suddently felt sad and Chen Zhao noticed his face seemed angrier.

He threw a combination of punches and kicks.

Zhu Lang was getting hit even when he dodged.

Chen Zhao threw a kick to the body, Zhu Lang saw the kick and blocked the body as hard as he could but the kick suddently went up and went for the head.

When Zhu Lang noticed it was too late to block or dodge.

The kick landed perfectly and Zhu Lang fell to the ground. Both Yan Jing and Chen Zhao knew the spar was over after that kick.

Zhu Lang fell to the canvas unconscious, The impact of your body hitting the canvas surprised Chen Zhao. He ran to see if Zhu Lang was ok, but Yan Jing entered the ring and moved Chen Zhao away.

-" I'll take care of him, you can go"

Zhu Lang woke up and left the gym, but outside of the gym was Chen Zhao waiting for him smiling, with a energy drink on his hand.

-"Can we talk?"