It was true. Over the past four years, albeit Zayn having continued his training in secret, his living conditions were much worse than Zidane’s. Everything else aside, his physical fitness level was way poorer than Zidane’s. When it came to combat proficiency, Zayn could rely on his natural talent to make up for his lack of training. However, he could not do the same with his lack of physical fitness. As a result, Zayn still could not defeat Zidane after ten minutes. Exhausted, he was starting to fail at sustaining his efforts. He breathed heavily while his speed and strength of delivering each attack were dropping as well.
Zidane immediately noticed this. His eyes lit up and he burst out laughing aloud. “You’re too tired! You’ve lost, Zayn!”
Upon saying that, he immediately went into counterattack mode and delivered his blows ferociously without giving Zayn a chance to rest.
Had this been in the past, how could Zidane have possibly been a worthy opponent of Zayn’s when they were training in the same environment?
Zayn could still depend on his natural talent to make up for his fighting skills, but he could not make up for his physical stamina.
Zayn’s heart was filled with reluctance to accept his defeat As he was confronted by Zidane’s counterattack, he came up with no less than ten ways to fight back in his mind. What a waste that he had already lost his strength though. He was so out of breath that he panted heavily and watched helplessly as Zidane’s fist broke his defense and landed on his chest heavily. The impact blew him away!
It hurt so much. Zayn had a metallic taste in his mouth. He could not help spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. His stamina was still too weak. Even if he had been training persistently in secret during the past four years, Zidane still managed to widen their disparity.
He wanted to attempt to stand up, but Zidane had already charged toward him like a shadow. Moreover, he pinned Zayn down by pushing his foot against the latter’s chest. He looked down at Zayn from high above with an arrogant and scornful expression. “Tsk, tsk, is this how good you are? You’re useless!”
Zayn clenched his teeth. “What’s there for you to be proud of anyway? You’ve only managed to gain an advantage through your stamina. Give me three months if you have the balls, and wait for me to train my stamina before I beat you up until you shit yourself.”
“Haha, how dare you still flaunt your superiority when you’ve been defeated?” said Zidane in contempt. He exerted strength with his foot and watched Zayn’s agonized expression while joy and elation soared from the bottom of his heart. “You’re just the deadbeat that you are. Let alone having three months, you still won’t be my worthy opponent even if you have three years!”
Zayn clenched his teeth in anger but did not utter a word.
Zidane stared at him with murderous intent in his gaze. It was apparent that he intended to kill Zayn!
“Tell me. Where did you hide the 7 billion dollars that Grandpa gave to you?” Zidane demanded in a somber tone.
Zayn chuckled. “Why? Do you want it?”
Zidane dug his foot deeper. “Transfer the money to me and I shall let you live!”
He continued to push his foot stronger and stronger while Zayn was in more and more pain. His sternum was about to be crushed by Zidane, yet Zayn still clenched his teeth to stop himself from screaming in agony. In fact, he even cracked a smile and said with great difficulty, “Kill me if you have the balls to do so. As soon as I’m dead, the money will be donated to charity and you won’t even get a penny!”
“F*ck!” Zidane shouted aloud while the expression on his face turned savage. “It seems that you’ll only cry when death is staring you in the face. In that case, death it is then!”
As he spoke, he was about to crush Zayn to death. All of a sudden, the sound of a gunshot was heard coming from behind him.
The bullet shot the ground right next to Zidane’s foot.