Chapter 10 A youngster in martial training
"Martial skills? Great!" Hearing the words of martial skills, Zheng Zinuo obviously became excited. He still remembered that his father used to practice a long set of martial boxing, which looked very powerful. He knew that was one type of martial skills, which had a strong attacking power.
After receiving the task, Zheng Zinuo happily returned to his room to sleep.
Watching Zheng Zinuo leaving, Zheng Zizhou shook his head and murmured to himself "I hope my little brother would give up after he couldn't stand the intensive practice. Without at least level three talent and level one strength, it is impossible for anyone to train their martial skills. Without the martial skills as the base, no one would be able to use the power of their martial soul. As a result, it is impossible for him to stand the intensity of further training. There is no way for them to become a qualified martial fighter."
The next morning, a day in March, the sunrise was still a bit late. Under the dim sky, a little boy in a white jacket, looked like seven or eight years old, was running towards a small hill in the freezing wind.
The kid had a determined expressed and persistent eyes, holding his fists that were frozen to red. He quickly moved his legs, breathing heavily. Though it was painful to have the freezing wind cutting through his young face, he had no thought of stopping.
"I finally finished one lap." The child was Zheng Zinuo who received the task from his brother. He got up when the sky was yet to lighten and quietly came to the small hill to practice running following the order from his brother. The first lap was only about one hundred and fifty meters long. But it took eight years old Zheng Zinuo a little less than the time of half an hourglass.
After one lap, Zheng Zinuo did not stop but continued running. But his speed was much slower.
"It's the second lap now, hu… " Breathing in the cold air. Though the cold air made his mind clearer, it was causing burnt-like pain in his nose and throat. He started to feel the distress in his check, with his breath becoming heavier and heavier. It took him the time of half an hourglass to finish the second lap.
After the second lap, Zheng Zinuo's pace was obviously slower. Although he was running now, he was no faster than walking, stumbling forward.
"The third lap was finally completed." Zheng Zinuo had a little smile on his frozen face. Though he was young, he still knew it took time for him to complete the task. Everything must be gradual. His goal today was to finish five laps, finishing five laps at his best effort. Now he had finished three laps. With only two laps left, the victory was right there.
It took him the time of more than half an hourglass to finish the third lap. But he still didn't stop. His thick white jacket had been taken off and thrown onto the little hill. He was wearing a small yellow jacket, with sweat all over him. He felt his throat was like burning and his chest was like exploding. But he still didn't give up and continued running with difficulty.
"It is finally the fourth lap." Zheng Zinuo was a bit dizzy at this time. His footsteps were frivolous, as if he could fall on the ground anytime. But somehow, his firm determination powered his little weak body from falling on the ground.
He was getting slower and slower, even slower than he walked. With four laps, Zheng Zinuo had run for more than six hundred meters, which was an extremely task for an eight year old kid who never had regular exercises.
The last lap, only the last lap left. This was the only thought in Zheng ZInuo's mind. Although it was a bit chilling in March, Zheng Zinuo was like in the hot summer. He was totally sweated through, with the small yellow jacket off as well. Now he only had a thin shirt on, completely soaked with his own sweat and emitting white mist on a cold day.
It was obvious that Zheng Zinuo had reached the first limit in his life. His mind was like a mixture of water, with blur eyes and heavy breath. He couldn't move at all, as if his feet were filled with lead.
"Dang..." With a sly, Zheng Zinuo fell heavily on the ground. Because he over consumed his physical strength, he wasn't even able to support himself on the ground with his hands and fell straight on the ground. Fortunately it was a land of soft soil surrounding the small hill. There weren't any sharp stones. Otherwise he would definitely get hurt.
"Zinuo…" Far away, Zheng Zizhou saw his little brother fall on the ground. He was very nervous and started rushing towards the little hill.
"Don't come over." Just as Zheng Zizhou was about to help little Zinuo, Zheng Zinuo struggled and stopped him. "I…I can get up. I only have half a lap left. I can finish it! "
His persevering words and unyielding character, made Zheng Zizhou still in the air. Was this still the little brother who only enjoyed eating and sleeping, who liked to swear in front of his parents?