Frank attacked the masked man over and over again.
And each time he lunged at him
He was knocked down.
Frank was miserable.
He wanted to stop, but the masked man would attack him every time he tried to give up.
"There are two things you need to lay emphasis on when training in the raging fist skill," the masked man's voice echoed.
He raised a finger to indicate he then said
"Speed." He paused for a few seconds and then said
"Power"
"For the ordinary level, you can already be called a pro," the masked man said.
"But to get to level 2, you need to balance your speed and power."
Frank looked at him. He was trying to speak, but he was too damn exhausted to say anything.
"Your speed is okay, but you need to improve your power. Although they complement each other, you still need to improve them individually." The masked man seemed to have a high understanding of the raging fist's skill.
"You can rest for 30 minutes."
When Frank heard that, he tensed up. He didn't trust the masked man. He thought that it was a trap.
So he went over to a wall and sat there with his back facing the wall. He didn't want the masked man to have the opportunity to attack him from the back.
Frank kept on staring at the masked man.
His eyes were visible from the eye holes on his mask. Now that Frank had a better look at the mask, he could discern that it was a
Monkey-face mask
Frank found himself dumbfounded. "Senior, are you a discipline of pill refiner red smoke?"
The masked man remained silent for a while.
"You could say so," he anticipated Frank's question.
He wouldn't be able to get into the old man's residence if he wasn't related to him in any way, unless he wanted to commit suicide.
The old man's pet would eat him up and use his bones to clean his teeth.
"oh"
Frank looked down in shame.
The old man was his benefactor, he really should go and pay him a visit but he was afraid that the old man wouldn't let him out if he went in, also there was the whole issue of his father
"It has been thirty minutes, hasn't it?" the masked man asked.
"NO"
Frank replied flatly, "
It hadn't even been 5 minutes; this guy is too much." He thought
"hurry up"
Frank looked at him with a blank expression on his face.
"Am I supposed to speed up my waiting?"
Time went by and, to be frank, a minute was like an hour. Of course, he didn't want to be beaten up.
He was basically resting for his next beating.
"Okay, time up. I hope you used this time to think of how to increase your power," the masked man said.
Although Frank was tired when the masked man talked about how he needed to balance his speed and power, he heard every single word and put it to mind.
"Okay, stand up and attack me."
"boom"
Frank had always used his speed to support his power, but this time it was
He made both independent and attacked them.
Although this reduced his power a bit, it was now balanced.
The masked man smiled, "He got it." He thought
This method wasn't the conventional one most people used to learn rage, but he saw something in Frank that made him tell Frank this method
And also, the old man had told him to tell Frank the best method.
It was a bit slower than the normal process, so he had to make his speed match his power and build them both up again on the same wavelength.
Frank moved toward the masked man and struck out.
This time he wasn't knocked back.
And before you knew it, 20 punches had been exchanged. The masked man limited his strength to Frank's level.
.....
"boom!!!!"
The masked man was knocked back. He handled it pretty well, though he did a backflip and landed on his two feet.
"Congratulations, you have broken through to the second level of raging fists," the man said.
It wasn't anything amazing to him. He had seen a lot of people do this and, although this method isn't the normal way,
It was still ordinary to him.
Of course, he knew that Frank was anything but ordinary. It had been what two to three days since Frank started learning this technique?
So in the masked man's mind, he had already placed Frank in a higher position than before.
The masked man thought: "No wonder the old man pays much attention to him."
In fact, when the old man demanded he train Frank, he started wondering whether Frank was his illegitimate son
If the old man knew that, he would spit a mouthful of blood.
....
"Hey, stop there," a young man's voice echoed.
A closer look revealed that the man was exuding an air of nobility, in addition to a look of pure arrogance.
He was also with a bunch of men. They looked like his bodyguards, despite the fact that they were candidates.
"I said I didn't know that you were training here," a voice echoed.
It was Jake.
He had gotten into a bit of trouble. He had stumbled upon these people of the noble faction while they were training.
"I understand, but that is not an apology," the young man said.
He seemed to believe every single word that came out of his mouth was a law.
If Frank was here to see this guy, he would immediately recognize him.
He was the youth that was standing next to cadet Luke on their way back home. If not for a graceful instructor stopping Luke, things would have gotten ugly quick.
"Why should I have to apologize?" Jake asked he was getting annoyed now.
"This is a public place, not your father's backyard." Of course, all this was thought of in his head.
If he voiced it out, these guys would immediately pounce on him.
"Because I said so." The young man was getting more arrogant by the minute.
"Young Master Yun, Please let me teach this bastard who doesn't know how high the heavens are a lesson," one of the candidates behind the young master Yun said.
He was clearly currying favor.
"Tell me, peasant boy, why is there such a big boulder on your shoulder?" Young master Yun asked
That was actually the first thing he noticed when he saw Jake.
He was intrigued. What could the reason for this be ? Was he insane or was he being punished?
Jake just stared at him and said nothing.
"Never mind, I feel magnanimous today, so I shall relieve you of your burden," the young master said.
He acted like jake was some kind of slave and he was a saint that could free him of his burden.
Jake just stared at him, stunned.
"Did this guy have a screw loose or something ?" he thought.
"Didn't you hear the young master? Drop the boulder and thank the young master for his magnanimousness. "These candidates were starting to piss Jake off.
But he didn't want to cause trouble.
So he turned around and started walking off.
"Stop him," one of the candidates shouted.
Jake picked up speed and soon he started running at full speed.
The funny thing was, although he still had a boulder on his shoulder, he was still leaving them in the dust.
"Stop him," they were screaming at the top of their lungs.
The young master, Yun, could only look on in surprise and absolute fury.
These guys ran after this guy and left him here.
He also started to give chase.
...
"boom"
"boom"
Echoes resounded at the site of a waterfall. Two figures were clashing.
In a matter of minutes, tens of punches had been exchanged.
This was a really hot-blooded battle between men; it was exciting.
"Enough," the masked man said.
"You have improved a lot. I see a lot of promise in you." He didn't seem tired at all.
But Frank was struggling to keep himself up; he was absolutely drained.
But he had a glint of excitement in his eyes. The rush was amazing.
"Good, I don't have much time. You only need to keep on practicing and soon you'll be able to break stones with your fist and that will mark your entrance into level 3," the man in the monkey-faced mask said.
"Senior, what about the 4th level ?" Frank wanted to get to that level more than anything.
"Hmmm, you might get to that level in the future, but that is in the future," he said and started walking back into the water he was leaving.
"Thank you senior for your guidance," Frank said while in a bowing position.
The mysterious masked man had come and gone just like that, but he was sure to find him once again.
After all, he was related to the old man, so they would definitely meet in the future.