Before the end of that day, Kyrexiel broke one rib and he had to be carried away by Urlk after he collapsed. As promised, Malak didn't punch him in the face but every other part of his body was fair play.
He lost consciousness and only regained it when Urlk lay him on the mat in their room. His eyes are blurred with the pain that is radiating throughout his body.
Kyrexiel had never felt such pain before. Every part of his body apart from his face was tender with pain. Throbbing.
"This is not training, this is just a pound down. You should stop."
Kyrexiel stopped himself from closing his eyes and he swallowed the blood that collected in his mouth. The reason he asked for no punching in the face was because he didn't want to bleed there since it was easier to bleed from the nose. "No. I have to train for the tournament."
