First Stance
"Argh" I grunted as my legs fail me. "Again!" shouted Master King.
At a single glance, Master King look like a perverted elderly man which just reached the end of his sixties. His wore a lose white singlet and striped boxers, on his face bore a man who seem to never age except for his gray hair and long gray Chinese beard. Which I still have no idea how he stand the annoying thing sticking into his soup every time he dip his spoon into the soup. "god, let me take some rest", I lay there not being able to move after 1 hour of horse stance. "NO, UP, Pick up that boulder and DO IT AGAIN" His face flushed with blood red and he took his cane and smack me at my pelvis. "OWW! alright alright alright!" I tore myself up as my body still hung to the nice green meadow. "One day, I'm going to throw that stupid rock at your stupid head", before I could finish that sentence, Master King suddenly appeared beside me and hit my head with his cane. Oh by the way, did I tell you that his cane weights 3 tons? No? It must have slipped my mind. As people say, Do not judge a book by its cover, although Master King is near the end of his sixties, and he looks like a pair of chopsticks with a lose singlet and a pair of striped boxers. He can swing his cane like it was feather. And No, my head is not made out of adamantine, or steel either.
At a single glance, Master King look like a perverted elderly man which just reached the end of his sixties. His wore a lose white singlet and striped boxers, on his face bore a man who seem to never age except for his gray hair and long gray Chinese beard. Which I still have no idea how he stand the annoying thing sticking into his soup every time he dip his spoon into the soup. "god, let me take some rest", I lay there not being able to move after 1 hour of horse stance. "NO, UP, Pick up that boulder and DO IT AGAIN" His face flushed with blood red and he took his cane and smack me at my pelvis. "OWW! alright alright alright!" I tore myself up as my body still hung to the nice green meadow. "One day, I'm going to throw that stupid rock at your stupid head", before I could finish that sentence, Master King suddenly appeared beside me and hit my head with his cane. Oh by the way, did I tell you that his cane weights 3 tons? No? It must have slipped my mind. As people say, Do not judge a book by its cover, although Master King is near the end of his sixties, and he looks like a pair of chopsticks with a lose singlet and a pair of striped boxers. He can swing his cane like it was feather. And No, my head is not made out of adamantine, or steel either.
