Towards the Unbeatable

Act 82: The Past of Brock Lusnur

The first round was finally finished, the fighters were given a break for three minutes, Danny immediately returned to Brock and Vincent who was waiting for him again.

Brock immediately thrust a bottle of water at Danny while Vincent wiped his sweaty water that seemed to flood Danny's face at the time.

"Danny why is your sweat so heavy that you haven't done anything there?"

"Oh? I'm sorry Vincent, it seems I was too nervous in the arena, this is my first time," said Danny slowly, looking nervous it became an obstacle in itself besides the opponent.

"Oh, no need to worry Danny, take the right time - no need to rush, turn off the techniques and strategies you will use later to fight it."

"Thank you Brock, your advice calms me down a lot, I hope that in the next round I'll be better."

Brock gave his thumbs up slightly and squinted one eye, Danny replied by doing the same.

TENGS!

The second round has begun at this time, is the middle of the overall match held today.

"All right! Come on Danny you can do it!" Vincent is no less to encourage his new friend.

The two fighters re-entered the arena, fists still around their faces, waiting for the time to launch.

Just like the previous round, they were back waiting and waiting, whether until when this would continue, even the author could not explain what they were doing at this time.

"Hey, Brock, what do you think of this Danny?"

"He was a man,"

"Of course, I didn't ask her gender, there's no way I didn't know from the start that she was a man, unless she was a Trap."

"Forget Brock, forget it - I shouldn't have said this either."

"But for sure" Vincent clenched his slightly injured hand.

"I believe in Danny." Tears (not real tears) show his faith in Danny, even Vincent can start to believe him.

Looking at Vincent who believed and was so optimistic about Danny, Brock was a little moved, he felt that indeed we must be optimistic and hopeful no matter what the conditions.

***

Brock recalled the match a year ago, about a year ago.

Victory was in front of his eyes, but the hope of winning was lost because his opponent was more formidable and able to turn things around.

His proud smile, his optimism even the feeling of pride in himself began to disappear slowly from Brock.

That opponent, who had turned things around, carved a considerable wound, on his face at this moment, the left part in Brock's eye area had to tear and bleed.

Now it is imprinted until now, a tear like a knife incision that leads from the top of the left eye to the bottom.

Fortunately the injury did not harm his eyes, but the most impregnable thing that happened to him was his mental strength itself.

His own opponent was proud and tried to humiliate Brock's confidence that left Brock's distrust and astonishment at why he could lose.

The fact that he was too confident in his abilities, like he was above the clouds but then he realized that he could not fly, the reality threw hard even until the ground was cracked.

Brock's fans began to leave him, yes you don't hear wrong, in this competition also we can get fans but it's nothing more than your supporters, they usually support and encourage the fighters, but that sometimes makes the fighters complacent and makes him do everything possible to keep his supporters happy.