Old Coach
John held his body from the impact of the opponent's power. Slowly and unsteadily, John slowly walked backwards. Several times his fist tried to touch his opponent's body. But to no avail, his opponent was able to dodge easily and reverse the attack.
After training, John was approached by Lingga. He brought a bottle of mineral water. Before John spoke, Linga had asked him to drink.
"Your opponent earlier was nothing to Max. If you keep practicing like this, I really don't believe you can beat him," said Lingga.
Hearing this, John immediately objected. "I'm just feeling tired. Otherwise, my opponent might have disappeared in an instant."
"You can't keep dodging like this, you have to win."
"Who are you? Why set me up?"
"If you lose, you will only go home as a loser." Linga gently tapped John's shoulder. "Oh, yes. Maybe your name will come home."
"What should I do?"
In the midst of John and Lingga's conversation, Azz who had previously gone out of nowhere came suddenly. For a moment John had looked at the entrance, he saw a Policeman walking away from there.
"Where have you been?" asked John. "Then what happened to you?"
Azz came in a very chaotic state. This of course made John wonder about his condition.
Azz changed the subject. "I've found a special trainer for you."
"Trainer?" John furrowed his brows. "Since when?"
"I think you need not only opponents, but also training."
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John limped along with a rope wrapped around his stomach, it turned out that at the end of the rope there was a stroller filled with lots of boulders. Not only that, his shoulders also took part in lifting the load. Where he carried two buckets of water and his hands pulled a dance tied to another lump of rock.
After pulling the rocks and water several times, there was a time when John was so tired that the bucket of water fell and drained the water until it was empty. John fell, he knelt on the ground, his breath heavy and began to pant.
However, instead of getting a break, John just got a curse. He didn't listen and tried to catch his breath.
"Get up! Then immediately replace my water that you spilled," ordered an old man who had white hair.
"Damn it!" cursed John.
"Remember, young man! After replacing it, repeat it up to a hundred times."
"Are you asking me to make a pond with water that I filled myself with water from a bucket?" John was still breathing heavily. "You old man!"
"The words are true, you are so weak. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't want to accept you as a protégé."
Right after the old man spoke, then John furrowed his brows. "Who do you mean?"
"Stop talking and get your job done right away!"
"Work?" asked John in a low voice.
As we already know, that before living in China, John was the CEO of the largest company in the world. Even today, he is still in that position.
After he finished practicing, John spent his time resting. For the next few years he lived in a hut belonging to the old man who was his coach. Unbeknownst to Azz, he tried to contact Bili who was in charge of his company while he was still in training.
"How are things there?" asked John as soon as the call was connected.
"…."
Finding John who was making a phone call, without knocking on the door first the old man walked in and immediately took his cell phone. Within seconds, the phone was slammed into complete damage. The screen of the cellphone was cracked, even the battery of the cellphone was detached from the cellphone.
"What is this?!" asked John with emotions already overflowing.
"No means of communication here!" said the old man.
"What's your real name? Why are you torturing me to this extent."
"Torturing?" The old man walked away from there. "I'm just a coach to be able to produce great fighters. I don't think that great fighter is you."
"Let me communicate with my men!"
"Even if you want to leave I won't stop you."
The atmosphere turned silent for a moment. John stared intently at the body of the old man who was standing with his back to him. He grabbed a bag and walked away. His gaze was still on the old man, until he finally passed him.