Chapter 1243: Chapter 1166 Zaboru Training.
AN : Lately I’ve been obsessed with martial arts videos and boxing too , while i just watch videos lol but still these are fanboy moments in this novel , hope you enjoying it.
Now still on Friday night, Zaboru was literally running away from the PC Bang. After spending time watching the Guild War chaos, a few players had suddenly started recognizing him. Thankfully, before anyone could fully shout his name loudly, Zaboru immediately noticed the dangerous atmosphere and quickly slipped away from the building before the situation exploded completely.
Honestly, he underestimated how difficult it was to hide himself.
Even with a hat, glasses, and casual disguise, some people still somehow recognized him almost instantly. Maybe it was the way he talked, maybe his aura stood out too much, or maybe gamers were simply terrifyingly observant when it came to famous industry figures.
And now, after escaping successfully, Zaboru was walking alone through the streets of Seoul at night.
The city still felt alive despite how late it already was. Neon lights reflected beautifully across wet roads while distant traffic sounds mixed together with late-night conversations from random pedestrians. Some convenience stores were still crowded with students and workers buying snacks, instant noodles, cigarettes, and canned coffee before returning home.
Zaboru eventually stopped by one convenience store and bought simple milk and buns before walking toward a nearby park. After that, he quietly sat alone on a bench while letting out a long sigh.
"...Sigh. I wanted to watch more Guild War," he muttered while smiling helplessly. "But it seems my disguise completely failed. Seriously... how did they even recognize me? I already disguised myself pretty well."
Zaboru chuckled softly to himself before taking another sip of milk.
Honestly, despite having to run away, he still genuinely enjoyed tonight.
Watching the PC Bang atmosphere, hearing players scream during WG, seeing guild rivalries become personal, and witnessing RAN Online’s chaotic community in real time made him feel strangely nostalgic.
For a brief moment, he simply relaxed there quietly while inhaling the cold night air of Seoul City alone.
And honestly?
The peaceful atmosphere after all that madness felt surprisingly nice.
"Heh... this is honestly not bad at all," Zaboru muttered while enjoying the peaceful moment quietly.
As he sat there alone in the park, his thoughts slowly shifted toward tomorrow.
Tomorrow, his sensei, Bruce Lee, would finally arrive in Korea.
And honestly?
Just thinking about it already made Zaboru excited.
By now, their relationship had truly become one of Disciple and Sensei. They trained together almost obsessively whenever they had time, and Zaboru absorbed Bruce Lee’s teachings like a sponge.
Bruce Lee’s training methods were genuinely brutal.
Painful. Exhausting. Relentless.
But the results were also terrifyingly effective.
Zaboru could already feel how much his overall body control, reflexes, martial arts instincts, and movement efficiency had improved compared to before.
And strangely enough, the harder Bruce Lee trained him, the more addicted Zaboru became toward martial arts itself.
"...Sigh. The training is really brutal, but honestly? It’s also really fun," Zaboru muttered while chuckling to himself.
With his "Enlightenment Body" ability, he had become genuinely addicted to martial arts training. Every session with Bruce Lee felt painful, exhausting, and overwhelming, yet at the same time incredibly satisfying.
And honestly, Zaboru was truly grateful that Bruce Lee even wanted to teach him.
Back in his previous life, Zaboru always thought Bruce Lee mainly focused only on Jeet Kune Do because that was the martial art most famously associated with him.
But after training together personally?
Zaboru realized how unbelievably wrong that assumption was.
Bruce Lee could practically perform almost every martial art Zaboru could think of.
Boxing. Muay Thai. Karate. Capoeira. Taekwondo. Judo. Wrestling. And countless other styles.
It honestly felt insane.
Bruce Lee did not simply memorize martial arts techniques. He understood movement itself on an absurd level.
The reason Jeet Kune Do became his favorite style was because Bruce Lee loved efficiency, speed, adaptability, and direct movement above everything else. To him, martial arts were not about tradition or rigid forms.
They were about what worked.
And Zaboru absolutely loved that philosophy.
Of course, Bruce Lee often scolded him because Zaboru kept trying to learn too many things at once. Every single training session somehow turned into Zaboru asking endless questions about different martial arts styles, movement theories, counter systems, striking efficiency, footwork, grappling transitions, and body mechanics.
But strangely enough?
Zaboru absorbed knowledge like water.
Even Bruce Lee himself was sometimes visibly surprised by how quickly Zaboru adapted and improved after only brief explanations.
After contemplating for a while longer, Zaboru eventually returned to his office and rested for tomorrow.
And before long, Saturday morning finally arrived.
Very early in the morning, Zaboru had already arrived at an empty building near the ZAGE Korea office in Seoul. Recently, he had purchased the place and transformed it into a personal dojo specifically for training with Bruce Lee. The building itself no longer looked empty anymore. Heavy bags, wooden dummies, weightlifting equipment, sparring rings, training mats, mirrors, and martial arts weapons already filled the interior.
Honestly, the place looked less like a normal dojo and more like a complete martial arts laboratory.
Of course, Zaboru had already informed Bruce Lee about the address beforehand.
And now, Zaboru was already inside the dojo wearing a bright orange Gi.
Because honestly?
Being Goku automatically made you cooler.
Meanwhile, before training even started, Zaboru was already consuming ridiculous amounts of food. Several dimsum baskets, kimbap rolls, milk, steamed buns, and random snacks completely covered the nearby table.
The amount of food honestly looked enough to feed an entire group instead of one person.
Then not long after, Bruce Lee finally entered the dojo.
And immediately, he sighed deeply after seeing the scene in front of him.
"My Pupil... You really eat like that in the early morning..?"
Bruce Lee let out a deep sigh while looking at the ridiculous mountain of food covering the table.
Honestly, Bruce Lee often called Zaboru "My Pupil," and every single time he did, Zaboru internally thought it sounded unbelievably cool.
Because this was Bruce Lee.
Bruce Lee calling someone "My Pupil" automatically sounded legendary.
Still, Bruce Lee already understood how abnormal Zaboru’s body actually was. Somehow, Zaboru’s body seemed capable of converting almost everything he ate directly into energy. That was exactly why Bruce Lee rarely scolded him for eating absurd amounts of food.
And honestly?
It was not only for martial arts training anymore.
Zaboru apparently burned calories simply by thinking too much.
Meanwhile, Zaboru was still casually chewing dimsum while waving happily toward Bruce Lee.
"Ah Sensei! Welcome, welcome! Want to eat too?"
Bruce Lee immediately sighed again.
"Just watching you eat already makes me feel full."
Then Bruce Lee slowly looked around the dojo.
His eyes moved across the heavy bags, sparring rings, training mats, weightlifting equipment, wooden dummies, mirrors, and martial arts weapons spread across the building.
The entire place already looked less like a dojo and more like a complete martial arts gym made for professional fighters.
"Still..." Bruce Lee muttered while crossing his arms. "You bought this entire place... just for training?"
Zaboru immediately grinned proudly like an excited child showing off his favorite toy.
Honestly?
He absolutely had zero regrets about it.
"Yup! Cool, right, Sensei? I’m really addicted to martial arts, you know!" Zaboru said with a proud grin.
Bruce Lee chuckled softly and nodded. Zaboru was easily one of the most talented people he had ever met, not only because of how fast he learned, but because he genuinely loved improving himself. More importantly, Zaboru had never once complained despite how brutal Bruce Lee’s training methods were. No whining, no excuses, and no fear. Even after being thrown around, exhausted, bruised, or completely overwhelmed during training, Zaboru always came back smiling and asking to learn more.
Bruce Lee liked that attitude. Talent alone meant nothing without mentality, and Zaboru had both in abundance. After a moment, Bruce Lee crossed his arms and spoke again. "Anyway, My Pupil... tomorrow, there will be a guest coming here."
Zaboru blinked slightly. "A guest?"
Bruce Lee nodded calmly. "Yes. Your sparring partner."
The moment Zaboru heard that, his eyes immediately lit up with excitement. Anyone personally chosen by Bruce Lee automatically sounded terrifying, and that made the idea even more thrilling. "But today," Bruce Lee continued, "we train first." Then a faint grin slowly appeared on his face. "And today... we will train with nunchucks."
Zaboru’s expression instantly became like that of a child hearing about his favorite toy. "Seriously?!"
Bruce Lee nodded once, then pointed toward the training area. "But first... go warm up."
Zaboru grinned and nodded before quickly warming up. At first, he expected the usual brutal routine: footwork drills, strikes, counters, dodges, and maybe another session where Bruce Lee casually made him question whether his bones were still connected properly. But strangely enough, after the warm-up ended, Bruce Lee did not bring him toward the heavy bags, sparring ring, or wooden dummies. Instead, he calmly walked toward a ping-pong table that had somehow been prepared in the middle of the dojo.
Zaboru stared at the table for a few seconds, completely confused. "Sensei... why are we standing in front of a ping-pong table?"
Bruce Lee grinned while picking up a pair of nunchucks. "To play ping-pong with our nunchucks, of course. Are you scared?"
Zaboru’s eyes widened instantly. For a moment, memories from his previous life flashed through his mind. He remembered seeing an old video where Bruce Lee played ping-pong using nunchucks instead of a paddle, a video so ridiculous and legendary that many people argued whether it was real or fake. And now, here he was, standing in front of Bruce Lee himself while being invited to do exactly that.
A grin slowly spread across Zaboru’s face. "Sure thing, Sensei. Let’s do it."
Bruce Lee tossed him a pair of nunchucks, and Zaboru caught them carefully. The moment the wooden handles landed in his hand, he immediately realized this was not a joke. This was training. Reflex training, wrist control, distance judgment, rhythm control, precision, and concentration all disguised as something absurdly cool.
Bruce Lee casually stood on the other side of the table, spinning the nunchucks once with effortless control. "Remember, My Pupil," he said calmly, "speed is useless if your body cannot obey your mind. Precision first. Power later."
Zaboru nodded seriously, but internally, he was screaming with excitement. Because honestly, training with Bruce Lee was already insane enough. Playing ping-pong with nunchucks against Bruce Lee felt like something straight out of a martial arts fever dream.
Then the match finally started, and if anyone had witnessed the scene unfolding inside the dojo, they probably would not have believed their own eyes. Bruce Lee casually served the ping-pong ball first using his nunchucks, sending it flying across the table with terrifying speed. TAK! Zaboru’s eyes widened as the ball shot toward him like a bullet. Instinctively, he swung his nunchucks in an awkward attempt to return it, but he missed completely. The ping-pong ball smacked directly into his forehead before Bruce Lee calmly caught it, looking completely unimpressed. "Too slow."
Zaboru rubbed his forehead while laughing awkwardly. "Sensei, that was basically a bullet!" Bruce Lee ignored the complaint entirely. "Again." TAK! The second serve came even faster. This time, Zaboru barely managed to touch the ball, but his angle was completely wrong, and the ball immediately flew across the dojo instead. Bruce Lee sighed. "Your eyes are chasing the ball too much. Relax your body." Zaboru quickly grabbed the ball while complaining, "Easy for you to say!"
Then the training continued again and again. At first, Zaboru struggled badly. Sometimes he missed completely, sometimes the nunchucks tangled awkwardly, and sometimes the ball hit his shoulder, face, or chest because his timing was off. At one point, the ball even bounced directly into his mouth while he was talking, and Bruce Lee actually laughed after seeing it.
But slowly, very slowly, Zaboru began adapting. His movements became calmer, his wrist control improved, and his eyes stopped panicking. Because of his absurd adaptability combined with the Enlightenment Body ability, his growth speed became ridiculous even by Bruce Lee’s standards. Only around thirty minutes later, Zaboru was already returning shots that should have been impossible for a normal beginner. TAK! TAK! TAK! The sound of nunchucks striking ping-pong balls echoed rapidly throughout the dojo.
Bruce Lee’s attacks became faster, so Zaboru adapted faster too. At one point, Bruce Lee suddenly sent a brutal spin shot toward the corner of the table, but this time, Zaboru actually returned it. Bruce Lee’s eyes widened slightly before a grin slowly appeared on his face. "Heh... now that’s more interesting."
The match instantly became far more intense. Both of them moved rapidly around the table while swinging their nunchucks with terrifying precision. Ping-pong balls flew across the dojo so quickly that ordinary people probably could not even follow them anymore. TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK! The atmosphere felt less like ping-pong training and more like two martial artists fighting with impossible reflexes.
Sweat slowly dripped from Zaboru’s forehead, but his grin only became wider. This was unbelievably fun. Bruce Lee suddenly launched another impossible shot, and Zaboru instinctively spun the nunchucks behind his back before returning the ball successfully. For a brief second, even he looked shocked by what he had just done.
Bruce Lee started laughing openly. "Hahahaha! Good! Very good, My Pupil!" Hearing Bruce Lee praise him like that made Zaboru even more fired up, and the ping-pong match continued nonstop while the entire dojo echoed with the sound of flying balls, spinning nunchucks, laughter, and pure martial arts madness.
To be continue
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