Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.
After entering March, Dongdu City Cold and Warm Airflow alternates, and the average temperature rises significantly.
Today was even more abnormal, soaring to nearly 30℃.
Central Air Conditioner has been closed for a long time, but the heat in the training hall has not diminished at all.
The ventilation fan whirred, and the air was mixed with the smell of sweat, Disinfectant and Leather, making it as stuffy as a steamer.
There were constant sounds of the collision of equipment, the shouts of students, and the guidance of coaches all around, creating a noisy scene.
The Sandbag area is particularly lively, with a row of black Sandbag arranged from 50KG to 400KG.
A dozen muscular young men wearing boxing shorts and shirtless are practicing Fist Technique kick skills here.
Some people were breathing heavily, exhaling and inhaling with "hey" and "ha" to drive the rhythm of punches.
Some people brought their Walkmans to let the loud rock music drown out the sound of the beating.
Sweat stuck everyone's clothes to their bodies, and they experienced the passion of summer exercise in advance.
One of the students, Bald Head, who had a bright head, practiced very hard and devoted himself.
He had bandages on his hands and punched quickly and accurately. Every punch made Sandbag shake back and forth and tremble violently.
Bang!
A Jab with the front hand was a false move, and a Straight Punch with the back hand was firmly rammed into the middle line of Sandbag.
Without waiting for Sandbag to rebound, he twisted his waist, pulled out his right leg like a steel whip, and immediately connected with a sharp side kick.
Pong!
The entire Sandbag instantly swayed in an arc nearly as high as a person, and the howling wind caused nearby students to subconsciously turn their heads to avoid it.
When he looked sideways, he saw that this heavy kick actually made the 400-kg Sandbag, the largest model, almost parallel to the ground.
Squeak--
The chains and brackets made a tooth-piercing grinding sound.
Then it swings back at an astonishing speed, hitting the trainer with a huge impact that can knock people away.
What's even more surprising is that, facing Sandbag, which was struck down like a battering ram, Bald Head man didn't even take a step back.
Instead, he lowered his center of gravity, extended his fists forward, and assumed the classic Boxing holding position.
Bang, bang, bang--
Three consecutive Straight Punch hits were fired out like thunder. Each hit accurately hit the center line of Sandbag, forcibly curbing the momentum of this beast.
Then he turned slightly to the side, and with a "pong" sound, a powerful and heavy Swing was blasted out like a cannonball.
The 400 kilogram heavy Sandbag was lifted high by this blow, and the arc of the lift was almost the same as when Leg Techniques was used just now.
He stood firmly like this, like an iron wall that could not be shaken.
The footsteps changed the rhythm briskly, and Fist Shadows fell like a shower of Gale Wind.
The fierce Straight Punch, the cunning Hook, the ferocious Swing...
Having given up on Leg Techniques, he now demonstrates his Boxing skills to the fullest, with every movement as standard as a textbook.
The huge thing hanging in mid-air actually looked like a light toy, being played with indiscriminately under his fist, swinging back and forth helplessly.
Every hard blow made Sandbag groan in pain, and the iron frame creaked and groaned, as if begging for mercy.
Several students watching nearby swallowed unconsciously, their Adam's apple rolling up and down.
Is this a fight against Sandbag? It is clear that this 400 kilogram behemoth is regarded as an sworn enemy.
It's hard to imagine that if the person facing this Bald Guy was a real person, the whole body frame would have been dismantled into parts.
"Who is that person? His skills are really good. He has played in amateur competitions before, right?"
A student who looked like a high school student was dumbfounded. He couldn't help but stop his movements and lowered his voice to ask his companion who was resting next to him.
"Amateur?!"
The companion sneered, put Towel on his sweaty neck, and pointed:
"Brother, are you talking in your sleep? With his strength and skills, he is qualified to compete in a heavyweight boxing match for Boxing King and Gold Belt."
The young student heard this and smacked his lips:
"If you have this ability, why don't you become a professional? Could it be that famous player Disguise, come to our place to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?"
As he spoke, he unconsciously rubbed his aching wrist and muttered with envy:
"I'm afraid this guy's wrist is not made of iron..."
Several professional boxers who had just finished training also came over and joined in the discussion while drinking Mineral Water.
"Looking at Bald Head's appearance, he might be the monk from Shanglin Temple."
"I guess so. Maybe monks have some rules and regulations that don't allow them to return to secular life and play professional games."
"No, how could a monk have such Killing Aura?"
Everyone was whispering to each other and pointing in a low voice.
"Holy crap, are you Stunned? That's Fang Cheng!"
A veteran student next to him couldn't help it anymore and suddenly interrupted and said something.
"Ah, Fang Cheng?!"
After hearing this, everyone exclaimed in unison, their eyes widened suddenly,
The Mineral Water bottles in my hand "click", "click", and fell one after another on the plastic floor.
In the corner, a new student who was adjusting his gloves awkwardly looked up blankly:
"Fang Cheng? Who is Fang Cheng?"
Several good-hearted students then introduced each other in a flurry of words.
This man is the Club, all professional players and coaches, Gold Medal Sparring Partner, the physically invincible Endurance King, who once beat up the arrogant boxers who came to the gym so that they dared not even step into the gym again.
Everyone will look closely at this.
The muscular figure with the Bald Head on his head shone with a dazzling luster under the light from the ceiling of the training hall.
Without careful identification, it would be difficult to connect this sinister man with Fang Cheng in Memory.
No wonder they didn't recognize it for a while.
Fang Cheng This person is usually elusive, only showing up every now and then, and sometimes not even being seen for a month.
Not to mention that he has now shaved his head, completely destroying the gentle and handsome appearance in everyone's mind.
Bang!
With another dull blow, Sandbag suddenly swings again.
The man with the bare head directly stretched out his hands and firmly grasped the oncoming Sandbag.
His feet were motionless as if they were nailed to the ground, and he was able to control the 400 kilogram weight in front of him.
Then, Sandbag completely stopped, and the iron frame finally stopped moaning in pain.
Fang Cheng was focused on training and didn't care about the looks from everyone.
Just try to control the power and speed of your punches to avoid appearing too shocking and scaring others.
After the training, he walked to the sidelines, picked up Towel and wiped the sweat from his face and chest.
At the same time, a faint light flashed before his eyes, and Prompt Information emerged from Panel.
[Boxing Experience+2]
In addition, I gained 3 points Experience Points from practicing Shadow Boxing during today's morning exercise.
The current Skill Progress bar is displayed as:
[Boxing lv2(483/500)]
It seems that only 17 Experience Points is needed to complete the breakthrough and be promoted from Master Level to Grandmaster-level level.
Fang Cheng thought to himself, feeling expectant.
It has been more than a week since Mist Mountain's treasure hunting operation ended.
I practice my skills diligently every day, rain or shine, and when I see that I am about to reap the results, how can I not feel excited?
As for Sandbag, who played for nearly an hour, it was expected that he only gained so little experience.
There is no way, Skill Level is too high, making Level Up more and more difficult.
Normally Sparring Partner gets very little experience, let alone basic training like playing Sandbag.
Even if I deliberately increase the difficulty and use the Boxing technique to control the swing trajectory of Sandbag, the progress is still slow.
After all, Sandbag is a dead thing after all, and it cannot compare to the effect of practicing with people in actual combat.
"It can go up a little bit, just grind it slowly."
Fang Cheng picked up the Mineral Water bottle and drank a few sips of water, thinking silently in his mind:
"Anyway, I have the blessing of Panel. As long as I persist and accumulate over time, even if I have 10,000 Experience Points points, I will reach my goal one day."
While he was thinking, a familiar greeting came from the door of the training hall:
"A Cheng, I've kept you waiting for a long time."
Fang Cheng immediately stopped his thoughts and raised his eyes.
A tall, muscular man wearing red boxing shorts was walking this way.
Seeing that the employer of Sparring Partner class had arrived today, Fang Cheng put down the Mineral Water bottle and said hello with a smile:
"Brother Jie, I heard that you won the competition again last week. It seems that you have hope of breaking into the Annual Finals circle and competing for the championship."
"Haha, just good luck."
Brother Jie smiled heartily, with a somewhat proud look on his face.
Then looking at Fang Cheng covered in sweat, he pointed at Sandbag and asked, "Were you warming up just now?"
Fang Cheng nodded:
"Well, I practiced for a while while waiting for you."
Brother Jie couldn't help but raise his thumbs after hearing this and praised:
"You kid, you are simply more diligent than me, a professional player!"
The two put on their boxing gloves skillfully and stood facing each other in the center of the ring.
Brother Jie put on the posture of Boxing, a look of appreciation flashed in his eyes:
"A Cheng, you are slightly stronger than me, and my technical level is about the same. Every time I finish boxing with you and then go to the field to beat those opponents, I always feel a lot more relaxed."
"Brother Jie is a winner."
Fang Cheng said humbly, "Every time I spar with you, I gain a lot of experience."
This is not a polite statement, but a sincere statement.
Among Club, there are only a handful of opponents that can really make Fang Cheng look forward to, and Brother Jie is one of them.
Fang Cheng moved his neck, then his steps jumped briskly, his fists moved forward and back in an offensive and defensive posture, and he quickly entered the state.
The sparring between the two attracted the attention of the people around them.
One is the slightly famous National Free Fighting Tournament player, and the other is Gold Medal Sparring Partner who is recognized by Club.
It is rare to have the opportunity to watch such masters play at close range.
"Look, Big Muscle Brother Jie and Bald Head Fang Cheng are sparring!"
"Let's go over and have a look."
Several students shouted excitedly.
Soon, a large group of people gathered under Boxing Ring for the purpose of watching the fun or learning.
Some shouted loudly and cheered for the side they supported.
Some pointed out the actions on the field in a serious manner, commenting from time to time:
"This punch was very powerful, but the angle was not tricky enough", "When that kick was thrown, the center of gravity was too far forward and it was easy to be caught and blocked."
Fang Cheng has its purpose, and in most cases only uses the standard Boxing technology, which can break away in one blow without being too entangled.
Brother Jie is more varied, adding some Free Combat, Leg Techniques and Throwing Techniques from time to time.
Two strong figures moved quickly on the ring, Fist and Foot intersecting and making a crisp "snap" sound.
The sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the blue plastic floor, making the entire arena shine brighter.
Sweat continued to splash amidst the cheers and cheers, and the sun shone with crystal luster.
"Beautiful!"
Suddenly a burst of cheers erupted from the audience.
Fang Cheng made a deft sidedodge to avoid Brother Jie's high Sweep Kick, and then responded with a precise Straight Punch, causing the opponent to stagger back a few steps and almost fall down.
As the clock in the training hall ticked, the hands slowly pointed to half past eleven.
This Sparring Partner lesson has come to an end.
"Hu--"
Brother Jie took a long breath and was covered in sweat, but his eyes were shining with excitement.
The two stopped their moves at the same time with a tacit understanding, and bumped their fist gloves to show respect.
"Happy!"
Brother Jie wiped the sweat from his face, panted and laughed:
"A Cheng, it's really fun to practice with you. Now I feel more confident about the weekend competition."
The students who were watching in the audience were still talking about it and dispersed in twos and threes.
Some people are still imitating the wonderful moves they just saw, while others are discussing the technical details enthusiastically.
Fang Cheng also deliberately showed that his face was red and he was panting.
But in fact, his breathing rhythm was still steady, and he looked calmly at the emerging Prompt Information:
[Boxing Experience+4]
[Boxing lv2(487/500)]
It's another step forward from Grandmaster-level.
Congratulations!
Seeing this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
He immediately wiped a few drops of sweat from his forehead and looked sincerely at the "experience baby" standing in front of him:
"Brother Jie's condition looks very good, and he will definitely achieve good results in this competition."
When Brother Jie heard this, he burst into laughter and patted his shoulder hard:
"I'd like to lend you your kind words! Come on, let's take a shower together. Let's put our arms around each other and have a good chat."
"Well... I have something else to do. Brother Jie, go and wash it. We'll add more next time."
Fang Cheng glanced at the other party's plump and trembling chest muscles, and declined softly.
After saying that, he grabbed his coat and jumped down from Boxing Ring.
A hearty laughter from Brother Jie came from behind:
"Okay, next time, brother, I'll show you my trick!"
Fang Cheng quickly put on his sports coat and bent down to pick up the scattered Towel, water bottles and protective gear.
Then he quickly returned to the locker room, took out his cell phone from the locker, and made a call.
"Beep... beep..."
After several ringback tones, a sweet and sweet female voice finally came from the other end of the phone:
"Brother Cheng?"
This voice is like a ray of warm wind in spring, with a bit of excitement and intimacy.
"Is get out of class over?"
Fang Cheng held the phone around his neck and asked while sorting things.
"Not yet. Just wait for me a little longer. I'll secretly call you back from outside."
Zhou Xiumei lowered his voice and replied.
"Okay, I'll wait for you at the door of your classroom."
Fang Cheng responded briefly and hung up the phone.
Zhou Xiumei's class Music Training Camp is on the third floor of Wantong Shopping Center.
When Fang Cheng accidentally saw Enrollment Advertisement, he signed up for her, paid the tuition fee in advance, and gave it to her as a New Year gift.
During the recent period, as long as Zhou Xiumei has classes and I have Sparring Partner work, they are basically used to taking a taxi to work here together and then having lunch together.
Fang Cheng continues to pack the personal belongings in the cabinet and plan today's itinerary.
"I have to take time to go to Guanlan District in the afternoon to check on the progress of the house decoration..."
According to the contractor, it can be completed in half a month at most. It has been more than a week now, and it should be starting to take shape.
This renovation mainly focuses on the kitchen and bathroom to ensure basic living conditions.
As for Living Room, he specifically requested that it be transformed into an industrial style like the training hall of Club, with various pipes and iron frames laid to facilitate the installation of Sandbag, Wooden Dummy and other training equipment.
After packing up the equipment and clothes in the cabinet, Fang Cheng then took his satchel and walked towards Shower Room.
The warm water washed away the fatigue from the morning training. He closed his eyes and enjoyed this moment of relaxation.
After a few minutes, I took a shower and put on a clean T-shirt and Track Pants.
Then he stuffed the changed clothes into his bag and threw them into the closet for now.
Fang Cheng glanced at Sports Watch on his wrist.
It's almost 12 o'clock noon, and it's almost time.
So I walked out of the venue, looked up at the escalator leading to the third floor of Shopping Mall, and prepared to go up to find Zhou Xiumei.
"Fang Cheng!"
Suddenly, a shout came, making him stop.
Fang Cheng looked back, eyebrows slightly raised, and somewhat surprised to recognize the person.