The Blind Son-in-law

Chapter 239 Please Help Me Save Me

"You look very arrogant when you're in the Wang Family, but when you're outside, you look like a coward. Denny Wang, do you think you are very good at fighting, do you think that no one can beat you? Let me tell you, when your eyes were blind for these three years, we had already managed to find many martial arts experts. Just by getting this guy, we can mess up your entire fist arena." Herry Wang lit a cigarette and sat down at the side with a smile.

She wears a Devian-like suit, she is a little myopic so wears frameless glasses imported from Seoul, her hair is also neatly styled using hair gel, he looks more like a brand than Mario.

“See how this boy begs for mercy on us.” Devian and Herry Wang looked at each other and then grinned.

The two great young masters in Kimraden City looked extremely haughty.

“Mr Dome, why do you call them sick?” Thom felt the feeling of feeling familiar with Dome's words and then asked quietly.

“I didn't call them, they it really hurt.” Dome replied firmly.

As Dome, Denny Wang, and Thom were talking, Hera got word that something had happened in the boxing arena, fearing for Dome's safety, he then immediately left the Ye Family home heading to the boxing arena.

Upon her arrival there, Hera glanced at Tyas who was standing next to Denny Wang, then quickly showed a dislike look at them.

Denny Wang felt that Hera must have misunderstood again.

The girl looked even more dislikeful of him.

"Don't waste any more time, which one of you wants to go first? If you don't dare to go forward, quickly kneel down and ask us for mercy." Cortez was moving the sword in his hand.

“All of you, hurry to here.” Dome turned around, and looked at the boxers standing far away.

“For what?” Fendi shifted her gaze.

“If I tell you to come here, you guys just come here, why do you ask so much?” Reply to the Dome impatiently.

“Good.” Fendi then walked towards the Dome with Rakka, Kalya, and the other boxers.

Fidel is a subordinate of Denny Wang who is in charge of the W-1 Company, and Dome is the person in charge of the W-1 Boxing Club, these two people are responsible for ensuring the sports industry is safely under control. Dome was the Head Coach at the boxing club, so she had the right to expel anyone without Denny Wang's consent.

"Everyone, you've learned well, the abilities of these four martial arts experts are indeed quite great, but they all learned the wrong way, let me explain to you." Said Dome.

"Good, Teacher." Said Mark.

“Who is your master?” Dome walked up to Cortez and asked.

"Pierre's." Cortez blinked and replied.

"I've never heard his name, is he not famous?" Ask Dome.

“You have never heard the name Pierre from Langsa City?” Cortez widened both eyes.

“Who is your teacher?” Dome asked.

"Mongsidi, the number one martial expert in Haredi Province." Cortez is proud.

"Oh, I've heard his name. Mr. Mongsidi is also in his seventies this year, when I was coach of the national team, he was my drinking partner." Dome nodded her head slowly.

“Do you really know my teacher?” Cortez surprised.

"Don't talk first, hold your sword and stand up well, I'll explain your illness to my disciples." Dome told Cortez to stand up, and he looked at Denny Wang, Mario, Thom, Mark, and the other boxers around him.

"You have to remember, people who practice martial arts should be able to protect their own bodies, whether it's modern boxing or traditional martial arts, our body health is the most important."

“Good, Master.” Denny Wang and the other disciples looked at Dome seriously.

"Why did I say he was sick? Look at the sword, it is 2.1 meters long and weighs 44 kilograms, Rakka, you lift it." Dome called Rakka.

Rakka then took Cortez's sword and raised it with all her energy.

"It's heavy." Rakka.

“Try you move.” Said Dome again.

Denny Wang, Mario, Thom, and everyone retreated quickly, Rakka then tried to move the sword, and she almost fell down because of the weight of the sword.

“What do you feel?” Dome asked.

"It's really heavy." Rakka.

“What does your wrist hurt?” Dome asked in an angry-sounding tone.

"Yes, my wrist felt a little sore, and just a moment ago, my arm felt like it was being pulled." Rakka.

“Young man, when you moved your sword earlier, did your wrist and arm hurt so much?” Dome asked Cortez.

"When I was fifteen, my wrists and arms ached when I was training with the sword, I couldn't lift the chopsticks after I finished training, my whole hand hurt so much that I couldn't sleep. But after training for nine years, my arms and wrists did not hurt anymore, nor did they feel numb anymore. A 44 kilogram sword is nothing to me, I've already practiced a 65 kilogram sword." Cortez said proudly.

“You've been training for nine years!” Dome's facial expression suddenly looked extremely gloomy.

“What problems are there?” Cortez asked.

"First of all, your height is only 1.7 meters, it is very unnatural for you to use a 2.1 meter long sword weighing 44 kilograms, this is very absurd. There are many types of swords commonly used for training, and the heaviest sword is only 5 kilograms, do you know?" Dome asked.

"I like martial arts with swords, of course I know the items that are commonly sold." Cortez said proudly.

"You know why the sword that was sold for training only weighed 5 kilograms? According to the research of the General Administration of Sports, it is very unnatural for an ordinary human to lift a sword weighing more than 5 kilograms. Because it is too heavy, it is very easy for them to injure the muscles in their wrists, upper arms and lower arms. Even when we practiced using dumbbells, we had a certain limit for each group, whereas you kept moving a 44-kilogram sword for a few hours, and you kept twisting your wrist, how could your body hold it?"

“Do you know Parkinson's syndrome?” Dome asked.

“I don't know.” Cortezo shook his head in confusion.

“Let me ask, do you often feel pain in your wrist, numbness, and does your wrist vibrate when the air around you feels cold?” Dome asked.

"Yes." Yeah." Cortez.

“Did you ever dream of your wrists shaking violently and your arms feeling like they were going to tear from pain, until you wanted to cut your own hands?” Dome asked.

"Often." Cortez.

"Foolish boy, it's an injury you feel when you sleep at night, your body reacts to your physical condition through dreams, your body can't stand the exercise you're doing, you know, your own body is warning you! If you continue to practice like this, I'm sure that you will be useless in your thirties, you will not only suffer from Parkinson's syndrome, but maybe you will have to amputate your hand, and lose your hand!" Dome said seriously.

"It's impossible, right? I idolize Guan Yu so much, he also uses a sword." Cortez's facial expression changed immediately.

"Guan Yu is a very powerful person, he is a god who was revealed to the world, he is a rare hero who is rarely found in Chinese history. What kind of person is he, and what kind of person are you, on what basis do you dare to compare yourself to Guan Yu? Physically, is your body comparable to Guan Yu? He was holding the extremely heavy Green Dragon Crescent Blade, do you think he was in no pain? He had to lift the heavy sword to protect his country. Whereas you only want to show off your prowess, and even for the sake of your own prestige you do not pay attention to what your own body can withstand the weight of this sword!” Dome scolded Cortez loudly.

Cortez's face immediately turned pale, he then threw away the sword in his hand.

"Now quickly treat your illness, your life may still be saved. If you ignore it, maybe you should amputate your hand after turning thirty." Dome then sighed softly.

“What do you say is true?” Cortez asked with a look of disbelief.

"If you don't believe me, try calling your teacher, ask him, I, Dome, am what kind of person." Said Dome.

“Mr Dome, I beg you please save me.” Cortez looked so scared, he knelt down before Dome.

Herry Wang and Devian stood up quickly, they looked surprised.