Chapter 157: Wang Lei.
''Waaa…'' A certain young boy watched the TV with sparkling eyes. He had short black hair with black eyes and chubby cheeks.
An old man was sitting behind him— he had a gentle smile on his face as the Winterlight tournament ended.
This grandfather and grandchild duo were the ones who watched the Gensa's tournament as well.
The young boy's name is Wang Lei, and since the fight between Ichiro and Slych, his passion for Martial Arts has ignited.
The old man behind him is called Wang Jun, and he has taught the young boy a few moves, but his obsession is with Iron Style.
Wang Lei quickly wrote all the moves Ichiro used in his notebook and what the move does.
[Strong Punch! Spear Punch! Moving Quickly!]
He proudly closed the notebook.
''Grandpa, I go back to training!'' Wang Lei stood up and started running towards the backyard.
''Right…'' Wang Jun said with a wry smile.
His daughter walked from upstairs and looked at her son with a gentle smile.
She has beautiful long black hair and a petite body. Her facial features weren't the most exquisite, but her soft and gentle demeanor is highly demanded. Her name is Wang Xinyi
''Wang is not planning to stop, it seems,'' Wang Jun said.
Xinyi chuckled and nodded, ''It is the first time he is actually interested in something.''
Jun turned his head towards the backyard, where Wang Lei tried to mimic Ichiro's moves.
He would like to believe that his grandson will become a man he can be proud of, but he would be fine even if he doesn't end up becoming Martial Arts Practitioner.
Xinyi walked behind him and started massaging his shoulders, ''What is on your mind?''
Jun sighed, ''I am not sure how long his motivation will last… One day he might wake up and feel like it's pointless… Like it happened to me.''
''Silly, look at him.'' Xinyi pointed towards Lei.
Jun turned his head and saw Lei trying to mimic Ichiro's movements.
He didn't act like it was pointless— he was confident that he will learn Ichiro's style.
''Not like that…'' Lei shook his head and looked at his phone, which was on the chair.
The phone screen showed Ichiro's movement in slow motion.
''He twisted his waist more…'' He murmured, and he did copied it.
He was punching sloppily, but his punch was getting sharper.
He took a decisive step forward, twisted his waist, and punched.
But he didn't get the effect he wanted.
It felt like he was doing a simple straight punch.
''There must be something…'' He murmured and grabbed the phone.
He watched it dozens of times, hundred times… Until finally
He saw something.
''Wait!'' He exclaimed and watched his fist closely.
He saw the thumb in Ichiro's fist moving— it means that he clenches the fist before the impact!
''Clenching… That's it!'' He stood up in a hurry and went towards a nearby tree.
There was a single tree in the backyard, he has used that as his training dummy, and there is clearly a small fist mark appearing on the tree trunk.
He took a deep breath, took a step forward, twisted his waist, and punched!
When the punch was about to hit the tree, he clenched his fist!
*BAM*
A powerful sound echoed in the courtyard.
''I-I did it!'' He cheered loudly.
*Clap* *Clap*
He turned his head towards the sound and saw his mother clapping with a gentle smile.
He blushed and rubbed his cheek, ''What?''
''Nothing…'' Xinyi said with a smile and left.
''Hmph.'' Lei pouted and looked at the tree.
There was a clear fist print on it.
''Not strong enough… Ichiro would have destroyed the tree in half…''
There is a name this young boy will be known in the future.
Wang Lei, The Master of Iron Style.
The Second Hand of Kurogami Ichiro, The Grandmaster of Iron Style.
…
Michael and Alice was sitting in the room where Ichiro was.
The doctors and nurses did everything they could and managed to stabilize him.
He wasn't in danger anymore, but he needed a lot of rest.
*Clank*
The door to the room was opened.
Giron and Richard came with solemn looks.
They heard about Sariel's situation, and they now know that this tournament wasn't worth it.
Instead of Kings improving, this tournament had completely opposite effect.
Sariel might die.
Michael needs over a month of rest to heal from his injuries, and Ichiro might need much more.
They sighed after seeing Ichiro's condition.
Giron looked at Michael and said, ''We need to return to Coldland tomorrow— we aren't allowed to stay longer. Ichiro and Sariel will be transported to Coldland as well— they get the best treatment in the entire Winterlight there.''
Michael nodded.
Alice looked sad.
She knows that she might not meet Michael ever again.
Giron and Richard left the room to go check on Sariel.
''I-I guess this is goodbye,'' Alice said with a shaky tone.
Michael grabbed her chin and kissed her lips passionately.
''HMM!'' Alice widened her eyes but didn't push him away.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the passionate kiss.
Michael separated his lips, ''You are my girlfriend now.''
''O-Okay!'' Alice said with a broad smile.
He was about to kiss her lips once again, but then a hoarse sound came.
''F-F-For fucks sake… What did I do to deserve this?''
Michael and Alice in a hurry, turned their heads towards Ichiro.
''Ichiro!'' Michael stood up in a hurry and appeared next to the bed.
''How are you?!''
Ichiro groaned in pain, ''Y-You guys are actually making out in my hospital room? Shameless!''
Alice and Michael blushed.
''Aghh…'' Ichiro groaned in pain after trying to move.
''Don't move! I will get the doctor!'' Michael said and was about to leave.
''No!'' Ichiro suddenly shouted, ''D-Don't… They will try to drug me…''
Alice sweatdropped, ''T-Those are pills to make your body heal better.''
Ichiro snorted, ''I-I am not falling for that… Not again…''
''Again…?'' Michael raised an eyebrow.
Ichiro shuddered, ''I-I don't want to remember that… But… Don't call them…''
Michael and Alice looked at each other and nodded.
''We will be outside the room if you need us,'' Michael said and left with Alice.
Ichiro sighed and looked at the interface in front of him.
[Secret Quest Completed!]
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