CHAPTER 051
The surrounding was dark, it was not even dawn but the constant bustle of the moving feet, the loud sound of the colliding objects was giving the impression that it was a busy morning. The tree was shaking, the rope was swinging back and forth restlessly. If it wasn't for the barrier that was set on the tree it would no longer be standing.
A man was standing, waiting for that sack of sand to sway back in his direction. Tucked his left hand against his chin and raised his right hand, elbows bent, lifted his left hand to his cheek. The target came swinging back, he clenched his jaw, pivoted his feet, brought back his arm, and threw a powerful punch. The tree quivered as if it was about to fall but it stood strong, while the sack whirled in response to his attack.
