Flying Side Kick

On the karate training floor.

Two figures stood facing each other.

Fang Cheng held a red rectangular kicking target in his hand.

Coach Shen stood three meters away, kicking his leg and twisting his hips to warm up.

Around them was a crowd of spectators who were all too happy to watch the excitement grow.

Coach Shen said he wanted to test Fang Cheng's ability to take hits.

And instead of having an Elite Student assess him like usual, he served as the attacker himself, making it seem like he took this extremely seriously.

The head coach of a department was actually stepping in personally, which instantly made this assessment draw even more attention.

Xu Maocai suddenly walked to Fang Cheng's side and whispered in his ear:

"Shen Haoming studies Shotokan Style. He's Black Belt Third Dan level, and his Leg Techniques are heavy, no weaker than mine. He also likes Sneak Attacks."

"Be careful. Set your horse stance firmly in advance."

After Xu Maocai's reminder, Fang Cheng gave a slight nod to show he understood.

Shen Haoming stood opposite him, his gaze flicking over, faintly tinged with a teasing mockery.

He was the head coach of the Karate Department, and also Manager Li's Trusted Aide and close friend.

Because Fang Cheng had refused Manager Li's recruitment and instead joined Xu Maocai, who had never gotten along with him, bad blood had formed between both sides, making things rather unpleasant.

This Sparring Partner assessment had happened to land right in the line of fire, so of course he would not let Fang Cheng off so easily.

Shen Haoming personally took the field because he wanted Fang Cheng to suffer a little more.

Ideally, he would kick him hard enough to cause Internal Organs injuries, both venting Manager Li's anger and giving them a logical reason to reject the application.

Although through the previous Push-Ups test, Fang Cheng had already displayed Physical Quality beyond ordinary people.

But being a Sparring Partner was not something one could do on stamina alone.

Shen Haoming had won the karate World Championship, and although he had been retired for years, his Combat Power had not diminished by much.

Dealing with this kind of layman would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?

Thinking of this, Shen Haoming immediately reined in his gaze, his eyes turning sharp and Focused.

He then assumed karate's four-strand stance combat posture, turning sideways to face Fang Cheng as the tiger toes of his Right Foot ground against the floor.

"Ready?"

"Rea—"

Fang Cheng had just nodded when he saw a figure suddenly rush over like a Gale Wind.

Just as the two were speaking, Shen Haoming had already twisted his waist, lifted his foot, and gathered power to launch himself.

He sprinted forward a few quick steps, then actually used the force of his Right Foot pushing off the ground to send his body flying into the air, kicking out with one foot.

Among karate's most powerful Leg Techniques were Mikazuki Geri, Sutemi Waza, and others.

But when it came to the Leg Technique with the greatest forward impact, it had to be the "flying side thrust kick."

In other words, the Flying Side Kick from Sanda!

He used his ultimate move right from the start, truly treating Fang Cheng like a human target that could not move.

Fang Cheng clenched Both Hands into fists, gripped the kicking target's loops tightly, and raised it high above his chest.

Bang!

Through the Soft Mat, the tremendous impact still Penetrated the sponge filling and traveled into his arms, shoulders, and even his chest and Internal Organs.

Fang Cheng's Whole Body shook, and he quickly took half a step back.

With that, he slightly reduced the impact force and withstood this powerful, ferocious flying kick.

At the same time, it also showed how solid and steady his Lower Body was.

Those hundreds of Squats every day had not been for nothing!

Fang Cheng took the kick head-on, his gaze darting in a quick Glance.

He saw that the moment Shen Haoming's Legs and Feet landed, his entire body was full of openings and flaws.

In that instant, he wanted to immediately throw away the kicking target, grab Shen Haoming's waist and leg with Both Hands, and give him a vicious shoulder throw too.

But with a second thought, Fang Cheng suppressed that impulse again.

To learn boxing, one first learned to take hits. Being a Sparring Partner was even more so.

Shen Haoming steadied himself again and quickly adjusted his Footsteps.

Seeing that Fang Cheng had actually not been sent flying by his heavy kick, he could not help but Frown, still wanting to continue Making a Move and attack.

At This Moment, a burst of surprised questioning rang out from the side of the field.

"Old Shen, how much strength did you use Just Now, exactly?"

"Did you skip breakfast or what? You put on such a big show, and that's it? That's it?"

The other coaches surged forward at once, surrounding the two of them and voicing their opinions.

Seeing that Shen Haoming had even used a move like the Flying Side Kick, yet Fang Cheng still remained calm and composed, they could not help suspecting that this old fox had deliberately gone easy and cheated.

Or Perhaps he had only done it to Show Off his smooth, graceful Leg Techniques in front of everyone.

Shen Haoming took a deep breath and Stared intently at Fang Cheng.

Then he smiled and said, "Young People are quite impressive. You managed to take half my strength."

The other coaches immediately came to a realization, Nodded one after another, and offered a few words of praise.

They said Shen Haoming could snap a training stake as thick as a bowl's rim with one kick, so being able to withstand half his strength with protective gear was already an extremely outstanding performance.

Even among professional athletes, he would definitely be considered above average.

Hearing This, Fang Cheng was somewhat surprised.

If half his strength was already this powerful, then if he used his full strength, Fang Cheng probably really would have been sent flying.

Top professional athletes were terrifying indeed...

Fang Cheng drew in a faint breath of cold air. Then his blood surged, and he grew even more excited.

The look he fixed on Shen Haoming was so burning that Shen Haoming could not help Turned His Head to avoid it.

"He should have passed the assessment this time, right?"

A coach who rather cherished talent asked on Fang Cheng's behalf.

"Why don't we test his punching power too? There's a Punching Power Meter over on That Side."

Another dark and wiry Muay Thai Coach still seemed unsatisfied.

Xu Maocai immediately retorted, "He isn't going to be a Boxer. What's the point of testing that?"

"Old Xu, you're wrong about that."

Coach Hu suddenly cut in. "With Fang Cheng's Physical Quality, he'd have more than enough to compete professionally."

Xu Maocai asked coldly, "Are you going to fund his training?"

Hearing This, Coach Hu gave an awkward laugh.

"If Fang Cheng were a bit younger, maybe. As for now, I think being a Sparring Partner suits him just fine."

Fighting in professional competitions was not as simple as casually signing up, stepping into the ring, beating an opponent, and taking the prize money.

The upfront preparation costs included hiring a Professional Coach, a fitness coach, sparring staff, nutritionists, Physiotherapist, and other team members, as well as equipment for Daily Training and venue rental fees.

Aside from that, one also had to purchase expensive health insurance to cover possible accidental injuries during matches.

Otherwise, they would not even qualify to register and sign up for competitions.

To be honest, every famous Boxer could be seen as a walking mass of gold equal to their body weight.

Since the coaching team unanimously approved of Fang Cheng's performance, Shen Haoming did not continue trying to be different or deliberately make things difficult.

He very readily signed his name on the Employment Agreement.

Seeing this, the surrounding onlookers gradually dispersed amid some murmured discussion.

Those waiting for class continued to wait, and those working on their fitness continued to train.

Xu Maocai patted Fang Cheng on the shoulder, offered him a word of encouragement, then left.

The coaches departed one after another.

Fang Cheng was also surrounded by several colleagues from the Logistics Department as they headed toward the Locker Room.

His body had sweated a little, and since he had no class for the moment, he could go take a shower and relax first.

On the Karate mat, only Shen Haoming remained standing in the Original Spot, not moving for a long while.

When he saw everyone gradually walking away, the toes of his Right Foot suddenly twisted quickly. The corner of his mouth pulled wide, and he sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Hiss—"

As if the sole of his foot had stepped on a nail, Shen Haoming's Face Full Of bitterness.

That Flying Side Kick Just Now had certainly been executed with Xiaosa flair.

But when it hit the kick target, it had felt like slamming into an iron lump Concealment inside the shock-absorbing layer.

If not for maintaining the bearing of an expert, he would almost have cried out from the pain.

"Is that kid's fist not made of flesh?"

Shen Haoming's Face Full Of Speechless frustration.

With his many years of combat experience, he did not need to lower his head and look closely. The sole of his foot was definitely going to bruise.