Hurt, loneliness, and despair.
 
Just one of them is almost unbearable, but now he had to face with three of them at the same time.
 
Within an arena made of hard cushions located in a branch of Sky Dragon dojo, many people sat around witnessing a fight but no one dare making any sound. The loudest noise was his own breathing. It seemed like his rib was cracked as it was hurting every time he took a breath.
 
This fight had no referee. The winner would be decided by who stood at the end of the fight. Sila saw a light bulb at the ceiling. A taste of blood within his mouth awaked him up from his blurry consciousness.
 
Sila slowly stood up with no one interrupting. His opponent was wearing white sparring clothes currently stained with blood, not so different from his brown sparring clothes. However, all these bloods were his and his alone.
 
Montra still hadn't received any damage.
 
Montra. This is an uncommon name. But Sila thought it was very well suit of this man. Be it intelligence, charm, fighting or overall ability, Montra was blessed with all of them as if he had some magic.
 
[T/N: 'Montra' means 'magic' or 'spell' in Thai.]
 
Under normal circumstance, Sila would give up. However, this day, what was at stake was not his own pride. It's something much more important to him. It's the news of his teacher's location and wellbeing.
 
"Where is my teacher?" painfully asked Sila.
 
Montra didn't answer. "Be serious, or else don't expect me to tell you anything."
 
Sila hurriedly moved three steps closer to Montra. It's his attack range. He twisted his waist, concentrating all power from his body into his fist.
 
Montra was calm. He moved half-step forward. His right arm was lifted vertically, while his left was used to easily swept Sila's attack.
 
The sound of attack connected was aloud throughout arena. Sila's body was thrown off into a cushion. His skin was horribly starting to turn into dark brown color due to damage taken.
 
Montra walked closer. "Why are you still not using your dojo's martial arts?"
 
Sila tried to lessen his pain by relax his muscles. It wasn't that he didn't want to use them. But he couldn't. Although he is a main disciple, his teacher had never once taught him any martial arts. He could only perform sloppy martial arts that he copycatted from whom he had fought against.
 
"Hahh" Sila tried to kick Montra's left ankle with his foot. However, Montra easily lift his foot up. Then, Sila exerted his force in his leg to swept the floor, causing Montra to have no choice but to jump.
 
Sila then use his hand as spring, pushing himself into the air and kicked at Montra whom was in mid-air, causing him to push away.
 
Montra neatly landed on the cushion. His eyes flashed with curiosity. "Is that your dojo's martial arts?"
 
"That is my own move, you bastard."
 
"Is that so? If you don't intend to use them, then be ready to not be able to use them forever."
 
Finished talking, Montra jumped toward Sila for the first time in this battle. He appeared in front of Sila with only one move. His foot stomped on a cushion, making it teared off.
 
Sila hurriedly punched at Montra's waist. But Montra moved his elbow downward to counter. Cracking sound of bone fracturing could be heard from Sila right fist.
 
Morever, Montra right fist punched at Sila's abdomen at liver position. Sila felt like he was hit by a metal hammer. It was painful all over. His body felt numb.
 
He almost wanted to lay down unconscious. But the painfulness kept him from doing so. He was experienced every moment of cruelty. His eyes wandered around without focus. He was alone. No one was standing by his side. His hope was chipping away by the number of attacks that were still coming. As this prolonged, his tiredness and painfulness were multiplied. The taste and smell of his own blood almost caused Sila to vomit.
 
Sila stood staggering. In front of him was a high wall that it was impossible for him to see ahead.
 
Normal people would give up here.
 
But Sila didn't. No matter how high of a wall is, what he has to do was the same. He just has to climb it over.
 
Sila used the last ounce of energy to weakly grab Montra's collar.
 
Montra's palm was rotating like a whip. He grabbed Sila's hand and twisted it so that a bone in Sila's wrist was badly damage. He was expecting Sila to stumble on the floor tortuously.
 
However, thing didn't go that way. Instead, Sila abandoned his left hand and used his broken right fist to punch at Montra's face with all his strength. The impact was enough to push Montra away for two meters.
 
'Start with one punch' thought Sila while he was ready himself for another round. In his eyes, Montra was jumping back at him as if Montra was a merciless violent dragon.
 
At that time, Sila still wasn't aware that this fight would be the one to overturn his life forever.