Bad Born Blood

Chapter 111

I woke up before dawn. Today, starting at noon, the Crimson Crown Prince, Francec, would be parading through the streets.

Entering the reserved private training room, I checked my nervous system. I performed a series of movements, starting from the basics of combat techniques to more complex actions.

A quick glance at the display on the wall showed that my execution speed and sense of balance were close to my personal best. My condition was excellent.

I threw a punch. It was an optimized movement achieved through the synchronization of my organic body and mechanical parts.

Shifting my upper body from side to side, I continued throwing punches in succession. As the output of my prosthetic arm gradually increased, the striking bag rose higher and higher.

Pa-ang!

Eventually, the bag hit the ceiling before dropping back down. The thunderous noise reverberated off the walls.

I caught my breath and closed my eyes. My body had warmed up just enough.

Now, it was time to assume the presence of an imaginary enemy and fight. It might seem ridiculous, but the effect was substantial. By repeatedly anticipating my opponent’s movements in advance and imprinting them into my brain, I could react and act faster in actual combat, even without a virtual simulation.

‘The enemy is...’

I half-opened my eyes. A faint light seeped into my pupils.