Saving the master!

At first it was extremely complicated, as he really wanted to change my mindset, but fortunately, the stage I was in was the one that fit the fastest.

At age 12, Master Zi taught me martial art Si Zhang¹ by dividing my time into 5 hours of sleep, 10 hours of training, 5 hours of study and the rest was my free time.

Si Zhang was known as Palma de la Morte and could only be taught when the practitioner was more than 10 years old. The name of this art is due to the fact that it consists of the mixing and adaptation of dozens of martial arts, becoming an extremely deadly and martial art without any failure. If there was, it would be the practitioner's fault.

Master Zi had claimed that he was the greatest teacher, and indeed he was, being also the most powerful and incredibly rich.

With no one in his power to fight, he began to travel all over the world, just to see the greatness of the planet. He really did not expect to find a disciple like that.

My training took place around the world. He threw me into dense jungles, ardent deserts, glacial deserts, and more, without any supplies.

He participated in some at the beginning, explaining why each place made the human body adapt and improve, such as climbing mountains and training the lungs, making their circulation and breathing more powerful.

He said that the basis of Si Zhang was the internal training, not spiritual, but to train the organs. That was the most important.

Master Zi did not expect just one thing, other than my innate martial arts talent, I had an eidetic memory. Recording everything that taught, all the steps and movements of the Si Zhang perfectly the problem was, just run them again, since recording was not the same as learning. But with my extreme effort, I could learn, no matter how.

After almost 10 years of training, Master Zi told me with a cheerful, but also complicated, an expression that he had taught me everything he could, and that it was time for the little tiger to grow.

As in these 10 years, I have never been able to overcome my master, so this desire has become a goal for my life.

I would like to tell you about our last moments, but it's time to talk about what matters.

Master Zi gave me a card that was connected with his bank account and his data, this card allowed me to travel to any place of the world without any impediment, no matter how restricted the country.

Of my own accord, I went to other countries to test my strength, challenging masters and beating them. I was no longer that boy who was humiliated and kept quiet. Now I knew the weight I carried on my fists and I was no longer on the same path as ordinary people.

Master Zi forged my personality, from an indifferent and insensitive boy to an excited man who wanted to continue the path that began. That little cold, fragile flame I carried inside me had become gigantic and ardent.

At first, I thought it was just an exchange. An exchange for a guaranteed future, for carrying his martial art, but as soon as I got closer to the Master, I realized that there was no turning back, this was my world now, I should stay stronger and complete my goal: to beat my master!

In a certain country, with a culture similar to that of Master, I found the love of my life, Zhuang Jinse, a blond girl with emerald-green eyes. His beauty was unique, only losing to his talent in the martial arts. I'm not saying this just because I love her, but because it's really true.

A complicated story I would love to tell, but right now we are close to the time of my last fight.

After much traveling, challenging and fighting, I became one of the strongest in the world, finally challenging the Master and solving everything.

Returning to my native country, I went in search of the Master.

I was already 26 years old and Jinse was 24 years old. She was extremely anxious for this, but on account of being pregnant, I told her to avoid fighting and that she would have her chance after our son was born since I was not going to kill the Master but to beat him.

So, here we are, the moment of my last fight.

By the time I met the Master, he was lying in a pool of blood, with 3 shots on his back, still alive but unconscious.

In this situation, I fled with the Master on my back and shouted to Jinse to go to the point where we agreed beforehand, in case there were unforeseen. I ran in the opposite direction that we combined. The enemy was behind the Master, would never put Jinse's life and our son in danger.

The Master constantly woke up and fainted because of the loss of blood. In these lapses of consciousness, he was able to tell that he was being pursued by various specialists.

He had killed more than half but ended up being stopped in a deadly fight against a great master of martial arts, and in a moment of fatigue of the fight, one of the experts, who was a sniper, shot at him and shot him 3 shots.

While fleeing with the Master, I was confronted by other specialists in the short distance who hit me several times. They always targeted the Master and fighting while defending an unconscious and dying slowly was one of the most complicated tasks, especially against murder experts, but in the end, I managed to kill them.

But it was as he expected, murderers always fight using poison in their weapons. I feel even now the poison consuming me slowly.

Rain began to fall from that gray sky, making everything worse. My greatest will at the moment was to do away with the sniper that hit the Master, nothing more. My spirit burned in anticipation and my blood was boiling in excitement for that moment.

I could be poisoned and bleeding slowly, but with that, I finally understood the true essence of Si Zhang; the fists that protect what is most important to become even more deadly.

Running with the Master in the back, I felt that there was no one else looking at me or following me ... Which was strange, since the sniper always kept his sights on us ...

Then I felt a strange current of air coming to my right side. When I glanced over, I saw a sword flying toward me. However, I could only turn my face quickly, and she left a long scratch on my cheek.

At that moment, I left the Master. I knew it was a struggle in which I should put all my efforts. Then the Master woke up and said, "Law Chen ... do not touch my disciple ... you fucking bunch! Cof, cof, cof! "As soon as he said this, the Master began to cough blood non-stop.

Law Chen, who looked 40 years old, was dressed all in black, just like the other specialists, so he said as he walked towards us: "Shut up, old man. It will be a good way to avenge what you did to my master. "

When he finished speaking, his energy exploded. It was dense and powerful, but it contained unimaginable resentments. Like a figure, he appeared on the other side, where his sword was nailed to the wall.

He looked at me and said, "That sniper who shot Shen Zi's back is dead. I even finished that bastard for interrupting my fight with Shen Zi. "

I replied with extreme anger, "So you killed him ... how unlucky, I planned to do that. It looks like I'll have to discount all the rage I'm keeping in your fucking face! "