Sanda Basics, Strength Breakthrough

The bright and spacious Training Hall.

Fang Cheng carried a cardboard box past the French windows.

Outside was a constant stream of traffic, with skyscrapers towering above.

Looking back into the room, he saw lively, passionate figures everywhere.

Some were lifting Barbell Plates for strength training, while others were pounding away at Punching Posts and Sandbags.

The sounds of "Heh-ha" and "Hoo-ha" rang out nonstop as they exerted themselves.

Mixed with the lingering smell of Sweat in the air, they made one's Blood Boiling.

However, it was currently work hours.

Fang Cheng suppressed his eagerness to try it himself and hurried toward an area covered with Soft Mats.

More than a dozen new students in blue training uniforms were doing stretches, bending backward and pressing their legs.

"Warm-ups are over. Now we'll begin the actual lesson."

Coach Xu's distinctive booming voice rang out as he stood at the front and clapped his hands.

His gaze swept over the students who had hurriedly lined up. Among them were several women with delicate, frail features, panting heavily.

His originally stern, square-shaped face couldn't help but soften slightly.

"Sanda is a comprehensive Bare-handed combat discipline."

At the beginning of the lesson, as usual, he first needed to explain the most basic martial arts theory.

"It evolved from the traditional martial art of unarmed combat. It also absorbed and integrated the strengths of fighting styles such as Boxing and Muay Thai, making its techniques more comprehensive and its philosophy more open."

"In actual combat and competition, Sanda emphasizes the flexible approach of using speed against slowness, kicking from afar, striking up close, and using Wrestling Techniques at close range. It places extremely high demands on physical fitness..."

Xu Maocai spoke eloquently while Fang Cheng stayed busy with his work.

He carried the cardboard box to the side of the wall and stacked it on top of another pile of boxes.

Although the things inside weren't particularly heavy, running back and forth more than a dozen times from the Warehouse to the Training Hall was already exhausting enough.

Fang Cheng let out a soft breath. He felt fine, and there wasn't even any sweat on his forehead.

Compared with the past, when he had carried Gas Tanks upstairs from home and had to rest after every floor, he had clearly improved by leaps and bounds.

After his Constitution had risen to 12 points, this little amount of exercise was truly child's play.

"Once my strength breaks through 10 points as well, I should be able to Pick Up a Gas Tank with one hand, right? I won't lose to those brawny movers, will I?"

Recalling the "great enemy" that had once made him lose face as a man, Fang Cheng's eyes Flashed Slightly as he looked toward the panel.

You carried heavy objects for 6 minutes. Strength increased by 0.001.

You carried heavy objects for 6 minutes. Strength increased by 0.001.

Several pieces of Prompt Information successively Emerged Before His Eyes.

Looking again at the Progress Bar in the Attribute Bar, his strength had astonishingly reached the critical point of 99%.

Fang Cheng felt a little thrilled.

Once all Four Dimensions exceeded 10 points, relying on this physique, he should have no trouble working as a Sparring Partner.

"But there's no need to rush for now..."

After closing the panel, Fang Cheng turned his gaze toward Xu Maocai, who was still teaching.

As an employee of the Logistics Department and the coach's de facto assistant, he had plenty of varied work to do.

If he hadn't had another plan in mind.

The work in the Marketing Department would actually have been relatively easier and offered better prospects.

But that wasn't what Fang Cheng truly wanted...

Xu Maocai was still explaining the key points of the lesson.

"The Basic Skills of Sanda include Fist Techniques, Leg Techniques, Wrestling Techniques, and Joint Locks."

"Besides learning the relevant techniques, we'll also do Physical Training during the first half hour of every lesson from now on."

"Although these exercises are tiring, they're very beneficial for developing body Coordination and flexibility. They also meet the needs of female students who want to lose weight and burn fat."

He offered a few words of encouragement to the female students with weaker physiques.

Finally, after a brief pause, he said solemnly:

"Next, I'll demonstrate the most basic Fist Techniques and Leg Techniques. Watch carefully."

Fang Cheng had just finished organizing the boxes at that moment.

Seeing this, he stood at the edge of the area, both eyes Stared intently at Xu Maocai as he practiced the Basic Skills of Sanda.

Although it was only a simple demonstration, it was still clear that his punches and kicks carried tremendous force. His movements were clean and crisp, without the slightest trace of hesitation.

Straight Punch, Slam Punch, Shovel Punch, Whip Punch...

Stamping Kick, Thrust Kick, Sweep Kick, Whip Kick...

Every punch and kick instantly stirred his clothes, producing a sharp, powerful swishing sound.

Especially after he unleashed the most powerful Whip Kick, it even exploded with a bang like a firecracker.

That move immediately stunned everyone present.

Several young men who had been somewhat lax, with all their attention focused on the female students, instantly perked up.

It was as if they had seen their future selves mastering the same skills and using them to show off and pick up women.

Fang Cheng's gaze sharpened, and he felt faintly excited as well.

He had previously heard rumors that Zheng Haokang's introductory Sanda coach at the Club had been Xu Maocai.

Now it seemed the rumors were true.

This was definitely a formidable fighter who had Concealed his abilities deeply.

Fang Cheng couldn't help feeling fortunate about his choice.

The Afternoon before last, after he had asked Xu Maocai to let him intern at the Sanda Department, he had also explained the obstacle on Manager Li's side.

Compared with the highest-ranking manager, the head coach was merely a frontline administrator and teacher.

But in reality, he had more say.

That was because they were not only Club employees but also partners who enjoyed certain incentive shares.

Now that the Boxing, Sanda, Jiu-Jitsu, and Karate Departments were fiercely competing against one another, Fang Cheng's joining was equivalent to a capable general defecting from the enemy's faction to Our Faction, shifting the balance of power.

Coach Xu naturally did everything he could. He quickly helped settle the personnel arrangements and resolved all the problems.

As for how Manager Li would view it?

Fang Cheng could only disappoint his good intentions and all the effort he had put into cultivating him...

After the demonstration ended, they moved on to breaking down the movements.

Xu Maocai's teaching style was quite practical.

He first chose the Whip Kick, the most popular and flashy move, and had the students try to imitate it on their own from Memory.

Then he pointed out each person's problems one by one and corrected them.

Only at the end did he demonstrate it again in slow motion.

Through this method, he explained the basic stance, the Coordination of bodywork and footwork, and how to find the points where one should Exert Force for an attack in meticulous detail.

Fang Cheng watched the Scene on the training floor with complete Focus, constantly simulating and practicing it in his mind.

He committed every word and every movement of the Coach to Memory without the slightest discrepancy.

"Sanda techniques aren't difficult. What matters is physical reserves and how you feel in the moment."

After breaking down the Basic Fist Techniques and Leg Techniques, Xu Maocai looked at the group of students whose movements were still crooked and awkward. He wasn't surprised in the slightest as he said:

"After you go home, review today's material several times. Next lesson, we'll continue reinforcing the Basic Skills."

The entire lesson lasted about an hour and a half and ended before they knew it.

Xu Maocai Turned Around and nodded toward Fang Cheng, who was waiting behind.

Fang Cheng had just emerged from his state of Focus. He immediately understood and walked toward the pile of cardboard boxes that had been placed at the edge of the area earlier.

He tore open the packing tape. Inside were brand-new Boxing Gloves, headgear, Mouthguards, Chest Protectors, Shin Guards, and other protective equipment.

Fang Cheng distributed them to each student according to the sizes marked on the list.

All of these were already included in the expensive tuition fees.

Because prolonged use would become Stained with sweat, making it easy for bacteria to grow and diseases to spread.

Therefore, students had to bring their own protective equipment, replace it regularly, and keep it clean and sanitary.

After the distribution records were completed.

He watched several female students greet him enthusiastically one after another before leaving.

Then he lowered his head and glanced at the small slips of paper that had once again been stuffed into his Pocket.

A trace of helplessness appeared on Fang Cheng's face.

Most of the students in this class had been recruited by him when he was handing out flyers.

As a result, he had developed quite harmonious customer relationships with them.

Since he had started working out, Fang Cheng had noticed that he was becoming increasingly popular with the opposite sex.

He felt more or less the same whenever he looked in the Mirror.

His facial features and appearance hadn't changed noticeably, but his bearing was completely different.

If he had once been a somewhat fragile-looking beautiful youth, leaning toward the unconventional aesthetic of pale, youthful, and thin.

Then now he could completely be described with phrases like "spirited and dashing" and "handsome and graceful."

The Talent of "Beauty," combined with the unique air brought by working out, had sent his charm soaring.

If he developed Six-pack Abs as well, the destructive power might become even harder to control.

"Being too handsome actually comes with a lot of Troubles..."

Fang Cheng Shook His Head with a soft sigh as he cleaned the area.

Yet his mood was excellent.

The day had been busy and fulfilling.

Never mind the Skill Experience he had gained from exercising that morning.

During work hours, he had also gotten a Sanda lesson worth over a thousand yuan for free.

With new gains every day, life was naturally filled with the drive to improve.

The Night Sky descended, and city lights began to shine through the rain.

After work hours passed, the clamor gradually faded, and the Sweat evaporated away.

In the silent Training Hall, the central Air Conditioner had long since been turned off.

Two or three Floodlights illuminated a solitary shadow exercising.

Outside, the Dark Night and chill grew increasingly intense.

Fang Cheng stood with both feet on the cold Plastic Floor, his body upright.

Suddenly, he shifted his Center of Gravity backward, planted his Right Foot, and Exerted Force as he bent and raised his knee.

Whoosh!

His Toes hooked upward, and his entire tensed leg instantly released like a mechanical spring, kicking straight out.

The entire Side Kick was clean and crisp, without the slightest pause or distortion.

Even after the kick was extended, his body remained perfectly steady and balanced.

It looked as if even a bowl of water placed on his toes probably wouldn't spill.

"My Side Kick should count as having reached the beginner level."

Fang Cheng retracted his leg and stood still, speaking softly to himself:

"Next, I'll practice the Whip Kick..."

He then loosened his foot and returned to his fighting stance.

He had deliberately stayed behind alone so he could recapture the feeling from class and put what he had learned into practice.

The Basic Fist Techniques of Sanda were much the same as Boxing, differing only in their names.

After a little practice, Fang Cheng focused most of his attention on the Basic Leg Techniques.

His gaze was calm. Before him, it was as if the shadow of Coach Xu demonstrating Sanda techniques in class had appeared.

At the same time, his brain operated like an efficient machine, directing his body to imitate the movements precisely according to his Memory.

He turned his upper body left, planted his Right Foot, and Exerted Force, shifting his Center of Gravity onto his left foot.

Then the quadriceps of his right Leg drove his knee upward.

At the same time, using his waist as the axis, he rotated again to Exert Force, tucked and extended his knee, and snapped his leg out in a kick.

At first, as he twisted his waist and drove his hips forward, Fang Cheng felt somewhat awkward, and his Center of Gravity was slightly unstable.

Thanks to the Training Effect that Squats had on his waist, abdomen, and thighs, he quickly adjusted and adapted.

He repeatedly practiced the motion of kicking into empty air, moving toward the perfect standard in his Memory.

Step forward, raise the knee, rotate, snap the leg out, retract.

Step forward, raise the knee, rotate, snap the leg out, retract.

His movements became increasingly practiced, his posture increasingly coordinated, and his kicks increasingly fast.

Smack!

The Whip Kick suddenly produced a crisp Sound of Breaking Air.

At the same time, a piece of Prompt Information appeared Before His Eyes.

Congratulations. Through unremitting effort, your strength has increased.

Fang Cheng's eyes shone, revealing a trace of delight.

His strength had finally broken through to 10 points.

At the same time, the power of his Leg Techniques had increased significantly in an instant.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng turned his gaze toward the Black Leather Sandbag that the students usually trained with.

His eyes burned fiercely, as if he were Staring intently at a lover he had coveted for a long time.

Whoosh!

The right foot kicked out again, the lower leg swinging sideways like a heavy whip and stirring up a Gust of Wind.

With a bang, the instep slammed into the Sandbag!

That kick carried tremendous force.

The 90-kilogram Sandbag hanging in midair shook violently several times.

The impact sounded like a muffled cannon blast.

It echoed through the hall, lingering for a long time.