Who Was Sparring with Whom

Majima Goro froze for a moment.

He broke out of his relentless assault, standing where he was and panting heavily.

That kick just now had left him deeply uncomfortable, nearly straining his lower back and making him lose his footing.

It was like belting out a high note onstage, only to have someone suddenly seize him by the throat halfway through.

Majima Goro could not help frowning as he stared at Fang Cheng, who looked as though nothing had happened, his expression calm.

Before this, he truly had not taken this young, refined-looking man from Xia Country seriously.

But now that he had snapped back to his senses, he was instantly somewhat surprised.

This guy had actually held out until now against his frenzied barrage of kicks.

Majima Goro took a Deep Breath, and a measure of reason gradually returned to his eyes.

He then turned his toes inward, raised Both Hands, and assumed the attacking posture of Sanchin Stance once more.

That movement meant he was about to get serious.

Whoosh!

Grinding the balls of his feet against the floor, Majima Goro suddenly stepped forward, twisted his hips, and raised his knee.

He appeared to be about to throw a snapping Side Kick.

Yet in the next instant, he feinted, abruptly changing moves in Mid-air as his Toes carved out a crescent-shaped arc.

Majima Goro had actually used Karate's finishing move, Mikazuki Geri, at a time like this.

This move was difficult and tricky in angle. Using the big toe as the point of force, it jabbed diagonally upward.

It was like stabbing an opponent in the abdomen with a Sharp Weapon. Few used it in competitions, but it could often KO an opponent outright, earning it the name Liver Kick.

If it landed, even with protective gear, it definitely would not feel good.

Smack!

Yet Fang Cheng merely shifted slightly to the side and steadily caught the attack with the kicking pad.

Then, with a light push of the pad, he knocked away the hooking leg.

Majima Goro hurriedly withdrew his leg, stumbled, and retreated several steps in a row.

When he raised his head, his eyes were slightly red, as though anger had been Ignited anew within them.

At This Moment, he Exerted Force again, unleashing several High Roundhouse Kicks in rapid succession, followed by a jumping spinning kick from his Back Foot.

Smack! Smack!

Fang Cheng remained calm and blocked them with ease once more.

The rebound force sent Majima Goro staggering backward, forcing him to brace himself against the ground with one hand to steady his body.

The two continued their Offensive and Defensive Drill as before.

But now, Fang Cheng had shifted from passive to active, establishing a rhythm of his own.

Every time he raised the pad, he did so just as his opponent was making a move, Intercepting him midway and disrupting his offense.

Yet there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

It was clearly Majima Goro's leg that had voluntarily been Handed To Fang Cheng.

And Fang Cheng seemed quite enthusiastic as well, wanting to let his Employer kick with even greater "comfort and ease."

He had merely fed the Moves a little earlier than usual.

From an outsider's perspective, however—

It simply looked like Majima Goro lacked skill, or had already grown exhausted and failed to control his Sense of Distance.

One side attacked like a madman, his Footsteps unsteady.

The other remained composed, his stance stable.

Fang Cheng even had the spare attention to silently rate each of Majima Goro's attacks.

That snapping kick had not Exerted Force fully enough, while the angle of that Side Kick had been slightly off.

What if he could counterattack at this moment with Sanda Chin Na or a Wrestling Technique?

Fang Cheng reckoned that even if he was not as strong as Majima Goro, he would still have a chance to subdue him.

Of course, his current role was merely that of a Sparring Partner.

But wasn't his opponent also his Sparring Partner?

Through this special kind of training—seizing opportunities and predicting attacks—Fang Cheng's practical combat experience improved without him realizing it.

Meanwhile, the more Majima Goro attacked, the more off he felt, and irritation filled his heart.

Bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes, and the heavy kicks he threw gradually became weak and powerless.

In his eyes, Fang Cheng had become the most detestable kind of bastard in a fighting match.

The kind who only covered his head and defended, trying to wear him down until he was exhausted, then KO him with one easy punch.

Bang!

Majima Goro lashed out with a fierce kick, only to see Fang Cheng defuse it with ease once again.

He immediately let out an angry roar, simply abandoning his leg techniques as he opened his arms and lunged forward in a bear hug.

He was clearly repeating the same trick, trying to seize Fang Cheng by the waist and shoulders and unleash his signature move, Waist Slam Back Attack, once more.

Fang Cheng had already seen through Majima Goro's intentions before he even moved.

He swiftly tossed aside the target pad, sidestepped, and neutralized his opponent's charging momentum.

As their bodies crossed, he reached out and seized Majima Goro's left wrist. Rather than retreating, he stepped forward and broke into the Inner Ring.

He then grabbed his single arm and, using the momentum of his turn, flung him out.

This was a Sanda grappling technique: Small Entangling Hand followed by the Backhand Combo—Side Throwing Capture.

Since he was weaker than his opponent, trying to overpower him was certainly not an option. He needed more flexible tactics.

Majima Goro was short and stocky, with an exceptionally stable center of gravity. He was also highly proficient in Karate's various Throwing Techniques and Locking Techniques.

The instant he saw his arm being restrained, he dropped his hips and bent forward, dissipating the force of the hold.

At the same time, he drove his shoulder into Fang Cheng's lower back, trying to overturn his stance.

But Fang Cheng had already hooked his other arm around the back of Majima Goro's neck, continuing to neutralize this counterthrow.

Majima Goro changed moves again.

Fang Cheng followed suit, adapting and dismantling each move.

In the distance, several professional fighters had finished their conditioning and looked over while resting.

They saw the two men clutching each other, their bodies twisting back and forth, with no idea what they were doing.

Suddenly, both lost their center of gravity and crashed onto the ring together.

Yet they still had each other's limbs and necks locked tight, refusing to let go.

Just then, a polite voice came from nearby.

"Excuse me, you two."

"Training time is over. There's another private coaching session that needs to use the ring."

Hearing this, Majima Goro slapped the ring floor a couple of times with his palm, signaling his surrender.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately loosened his left arm from around his neck.

Majima Goro's face was flushed red, and he was gasping for breath.

Only after quite a while did he stand up and give Fang Cheng a thumbs-up.

There was not the slightest hint of anger in his eyes, nor any trace of madness.

He chattered away as he walked over to Shen Haoming, who was preparing to begin class, and said a few words.

Fang Cheng was panting as well, his chest rising and falling unevenly.

Being a human target just now had actually been pretty easy.

But once he had been forced into that kind of grinding deadlock, more than half his strength had been drained in a short time.

As for Majima Goro, that guy not only possessed incredible strength, but seemed to have even more stamina than him.

He was practically a freak...

Chen Xiaohai came over at this moment and congratulated him.

"Majima Goro was praising you. He said you were totally awesome."

"What does 'totally awesome' mean?"

"It means you're great."

"That guy seems very satisfied with the sparring service you provided. He'll probably request you again next time."

Listening to Chen Xiaohai's explanation, Fang Cheng smiled faintly and thought to himself:

I'm giving the quality of this sparring session a five-star review too...

Majima Goro soon left the venue with his assistant.

Shen Haoming then walked over to Fang Cheng, who was taking off his protective gear, with a smile on his face.

"A Cheng, I hope you'll keep working hard and do a good job."

"Mr. Majima said he wants to raise your hourly rate from 500 yuan to 1,000 yuan."

Chen Xiaohai immediately let out a tongue-clicking gasp, his voice full of envy.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng could not help but pause.

His attention was more focused on the Prompt Information that emerged.

Sanda Experience +50

Inside the Black Sedan speeding down the highway.

Two assistants sat in the front seats, driving.

Majima Goro sat in the Back Row, one leg crossed over the other as he leaned against the leather Sofa.

He took off his shoes and socks, revealing soles mottled with dark bruises.

As if he had viciously kicked an iron block hundreds of times during training earlier.

Then he rolled up his sleeves, revealing wrist areas even darker, tinged purple-black.

The sight of those injuries was horrifying.

Yet Majima Goro showed no sign of discouragement. Instead, he was unusually excited.

His voice trembled slightly as he Murmured to himself:

"Finally found someone who can take a beating. Maybe I won't have to keep waiting for the newly crowned Boxing King, Zheng Haokang..."