Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom Chapter 336 336 : Punch me..!!

At the heart of the vacant palace training grounds, Das positioned himself before the one-eyed elder. The old man's gaze seed distant, lost in the depths of mories that only he could access.

Although Das remained uncertain about the thoughts occupying the elder's mind, he maintained his patience, attuned to the unfolding situation.

A sense of curiosity lingered in the air as Princess Serena, Ruth, and Sana observed the tableau. Each held their own thoughts, intrigued by the eting between Das and the enigmatic elder. The anticipation was palpable, the atmosphere charged with the promise of an imminent interaction.

The span of several more minutes passed, the old man seemingly engrossed in introspection. His features shifted through a range of expressions, revealing a journey into his past.

Finally, as the seconds ticked away, the old man's attention pivoted toward Das. His one-eyed gaze locked onto Das's crimson red eyes, a mont of shared intensity that held significance beyond re words.

Abruptly, the old man's tone shifted, his words echoing in the air. "Punch ," he commanded, a demand that caught Das off guard. Confusion flickered across Das's features, mirroring his inner bewildernt at the unexpected request.

His patience waning, the old man's stern tone held no room for misunderstanding. "Are you deaf? I said punch ." His demand was resolute, his deanour unyielding.

Das's expression transitioned from confusion to seriousness as he complied with the old man's order. His right hand propelled forward, executing a punch that, to him, felt like a routine action. Yet, in the blink of an eye, the old man demonstrated his prowess by intercepting the punch with two fingers, a display of skill that defied Das's expectations.

Staring at the old man, Das couldn't help but be impressed by his deftness. However, the old man's response was far from approving.

"What are you? A girl?" he chided, a disappointed smirk curving his lips. The remark stung, yet Das chose to channel his reaction constructively.

The next punch he unleashed held a renewed determination, a manifestation of his frustration and the old man's taunts. This ti, his movents embodied the ferocity of a pouncing tiger. The punch resonated with impact, a powerful boom that reverberated through the air.

The old man countered the intensity with a single palm, showcasing his technique and experience. Yet, the outco only seed to spur him on. "More," he bellowed, his voice brimming with enthusiasm, a challenging smile gracing his features.

Unyielding, Das continued to unleash his punches, his strikes becoming a relentless torrent of aggression. So punches were evaded with deft footwork, while others were t with the old man's palm blocking the impact. The exchange was an intricate dance of skill and determination.

Minutes passed as the punching sequence evolved into an intense training session. Over twenty punches were delivered by Das, each one showcasing his growing understanding of the art of combat. Yet, the old man's demand for more persisted, his unwavering spirit inspiring Das to delve deeper into his reservoir of strength.

In a climactic mont, Das abandoned caution and unleashed a flurry of punches, his crimson-red eyes blazing with fierce determination. The training grounds beca an arena of relentless effort, a collision of strength and technique.

The tension between Das and the old man continued to escalate as Das maintained his relentless assault of punches, displaying remarkable endurance without a single bead of sweat. The intensity grew, culminating in the thirty-third punch, a strike that forced the old man to retreat a step to maintain his defence.

Breathless and a touch fatigued, the old man called a halt. "Stop... stop... that's enough," he managed between gasps, his aging body revealing the toll of the exchange. With an almost rueful expression, he muttered, "Ooff... old age is truly a curse."

Das's stamina had proven impressive, but it was the manner in which he had approached the challenge that truly caught the old man's attention. "You passed my test," he admitted, his tone laced with genuine appreciation. "I thought you will use the innate spirit energy from the spirit animal inside you, after a bit of provocation. Yet, you defied my expectations."

In his straightforward manner, Das brushed aside the old man's praise and cut to the chase. "So, when does the training begin? Are there any conditions?"

The old man's response was asured, his words reflecting the gravity of his assessnt. "Ordinarily, I offer one month of training to those already skilled in combat, imparting specialised knowledge. But you deviate from the norm."

"For you, I recomnd an intensive seven-day training regin focused on refining your fundantal fighting skills. Your proficiency in the basics is where you lack, and that is what we will concentrate on."

"Starting tomorrow, you shall be here by 6 in the morning, and your departure will be permitted only after you've mastered that day's technique," the old man stated, his voice resonating with authority.

"Ensure you're equipped with the necessary training resources from the hidden families. If you find yourself lacking anything, don't hesitate to approach Princess Serena. She'll arrange whatever you need within a day's ti."

The old man's conditions were laid out ticulously, leaving no room for ambiguity. "Keep in mind, I won't repeat a lesson if you fail to adhere to the schedule. The responsibility for maintaining the discipline of the training rests solely on your shoulders. Missing out will be your own loss," he declared firmly.

While the prospect of rigorous training seed daunting, the old man had his own limits. "I shall dedicate seven days exclusively to your training," he asserted, drawing a clear boundary to the endeavour.

Das absorbed the details, recognising that his commitnt would determine the success of this undertaking. Yet, the old man had not revealed the entirety of his conditions.

"As for the other conditions," he began, an air of mystery perating his words, "I'll elucidate them once you've completed this training to my satisfaction."

With his instructions imparted, the old man took his leave, departing the training grounds. But before he left, he cast a glance at Princess Serena, his granddaughter, with emotions that transcended his stern exterior. The bond between them was layered with history and sentint, a relationship that underscored the nuances of their interactions.

As the old man's presence receded, the training grounds stood as a space of impending transformation. Das's journey was poised to intertwine with the tutelage of the enigmatic old man, the challenges ahead emblematic of the strength he sought to attain and the destiny he aspired to shape.

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