A Very Long Health Bar

December 10th, Thursday.

Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two Figures chased each other across the ring, moving with agility.

Fang Cheng held up Chicken-Shaped Targets and circled the ropes, constantly shifting about with nimble footwork.

Majima Goro alternated between palm strikes and kicks, taking two or three steps at a time as he pursued Fang Cheng and continuously struck the targets.

The scene looked lively, and seemingly quite harmonious.

For this sparring session, Fang Cheng no longer had to serve as a stationary target.

Instead, he was conducting moving-target striking drills with Majima Goro.

The two training methods were vastly different.

During stationary-target training, one had to hold larger targets with Both Hands.

Changes in target position mainly depended on the target holder's technique and footwork.

This allowed the fighter to kick freely and unleash their maximum striking power.

Moving-target training, on the other hand, required the practitioner to strike in accordance with the target holder's rhythm and direction of movement.

With both sides in motion and the targets being smaller, it was more focused on training the fighter's dynamic reaction ability.

It also consumed more stamina than striking stationary targets.

Majima Goro exhaled sharply, his power erupting as his movements flashed like lightning.

He punched and kicked, chopped with his palms and jabbed with his fingers, hitting the target positions with nearly every move.

Karate had many techniques, and they were quite complex.

Its primary components were hand techniques, leg techniques, and Throwing Techniques, much like Sanda.

Hand techniques were a general term for Fist Technique and Palm Technique.

They included Straight Punches, inner punches, Knife Hands, backhand chops, Spear Hands, hook punches, monkey arms, palm-heel strikes, hammerfists, and more.

Fang Cheng's body rose and fell as he constantly changed the target positions.

His Footsteps shifted and turned, rubbing against the rubber flooring with a "squeak, squeak."

He diligently fulfilled his duties as a Sparring Partner.

Perhaps the other man's Mental State was still fairly sound.

He had not launched into a fierce assault from the outset as he had before, nor had he grown increasingly agitated.

Overall, he remained within the range of a normal person.

Whoosh!

A High Kick swept toward him with the Sound of Breaking Air.

The ropes were directly behind him, but Fang Cheng gave a slight shake of his shoulders, then slid sideways and ducked beneath it.

The kick struck a support post wrapped in black Leather.

The entire ring of ropes instantly shook and trembled without end.

"OK."

Majima Goro did not continue his pursuit.

After lowering his leg, he raised his gloved hand and signaled for Fang Cheng to stop.

Two assistants immediately ran onto the ring and eagerly handed him a Towel and a sports drink.

Majima Goro, his Face Full Of Sweat, took the towel and wiped himself down before gulping down water in huge mouthfuls.

It was clear that he had thoroughly enjoyed This Time's sparring service.

Fang Cheng Walked Down from the ring and took out a bottle of mineral water he had prepared.

He twisted open the cap, tilted back his head, and checked the Panel's Prompt Information as he drank.

Sanda Experience +5

Boxing Experience +2

Focus Experience +3

He had only taken a small sip when one of Majima Goro's assistants hurried over.

The man appeared extremely respectful. He presented a Business Card with Both Hands and spoke in the language of Xia Country.

"Mr. Majima greatly admires Mr. Fang. He invites you to visit his home this weekend, and sincerely hopes you will come."

Hearing This, Fang Cheng could not help but pause.

They had only exchanged a few rounds of punches in the ring.

Their relationship did not seem that close, did it?

Despite his surprise, Fang Cheng accepted the business card and glanced at it out of politeness.

It listed a detailed address in Wenchuan District, Dongdu City, along with a contact number.

Being appreciated by an employer was naturally a good thing.

Fang Cheng did not dwell on it and set the matter aside for the time being.

Next, there was other work for him to do over at the Sanda Department.

After that, he had a new sparring session, with an employer who was a Free Combat fighter specializing in Jiu-Jitsu.

His schedule was packed today, leaving him barely a moment to rest.

Ever since becoming Majima Goro's sparring partner, Fang Cheng's reputation for being tough and hard to knock down had quickly spread among the Elite Students and professional fighters.

Over the past two days, he had received invitations for seven or eight sparring sessions.

All the sessions had already been scheduled through next week.

If he completed them all without incident, his guaranteed income would exceed 5,000 yuan—more than his previous monthly salary.

Of course, that was his net income after the club's insurance fees and related commissions had been deducted.

Fang Cheng had originally planned to balance his Logistics Department work and only take sparring jobs when he had no classes.

But he was simply too busy now and had already turned down many invitations.

Xu Maocai had no complaints whatsoever about Fang Cheng's approach.

Instead, he often looked after Fang Cheng and told him to focus on doing the sparring job well.

He had even reassured Fang Cheng that if the surgical fee was not enough, he had some financial means and could lend him fifty or sixty thousand without a problem.

However, the Human Resources Department had already begun recruiting new employees.

Feeling somewhat guilty, Fang Cheng decided to work harder before leaving his post completely.

After leaving Training Hall No. 2, on his way to Hall No. 1, several professional fighters he recognized but could not name took the initiative to greet Fang Cheng.

Both directly and indirectly, they asked when he would be free to train with them.

Sparring work was billed by the hour and divided into different tiers.

Those with good stamina who could serve as human punching bags belonged to the first tier, with hourly rates mostly ranging from 500 to 700 yuan.

Those with good stamina, extensive experience, and mastery of a specialized fighting technique belonged to the second tier, with hourly rates starting at no less than 800 yuan.

As for retired fighters at championship level, that was another tier entirely, one that could not be priced.

Although Majima Goro paid Fang Cheng as much as 1,000 yuan per hour, Fang Cheng did not make outrageous demands of the other fighters.

He simply set a mid-range hourly rate of 700 yuan per session.

Low prices had their advantages too.

Just like now, wherever Fang Cheng went, someone would try to get friendly with him.

Even several Elite Students from the Boxing and Sanda Departments whom he knew had approached him.

Before entering professional competitions, they wanted a special training session with him where they could go all out.

Fang Cheng figured that with his Constitution now as high as 20 points, he was fully capable of taking three or four sessions a day.

Then... a monthly income exceeding fifty thousand yuan might no longer be just a dream.

As his thoughts wandered, he heard a cough.

"A Cheng."

Coach Shen, who was about to begin class, stepped out of the Office across from him and greeted him first.

Then, with a smile on his face, he looked at Fang Cheng and asked with concern, "How is training going today? Can you adapt?"

"Not bad."

Fang Cheng nodded calmly and replied politely.

The two exchanged a few awkward words before going their separate ways.

Shen Haoming turned back to look at Fang Cheng's retreating figure, his gaze flashing slightly.

The reason his attitude had changed so drastically

was because the trouble brought by Majima Goro had tormented him for so long that he could barely sleep at night.

Not only had the man repeatedly injured sparring partners, he also often made Shen Haoming lose face and suffer setbacks in front of the students and other coaches.

But the other party was, after all, the club's cash cow, a student personally introduced by the boss.

Even after taking a beating, Shen Haoming could only swallow his broken teeth.

With great difficulty, a tank who could take a beating and draw aggro had finally appeared. Of course they had to win him over and treat him like a crown prince.

As for those little disputes from before, they were completely beneath notice.

Work at the Club was busy yet fulfilling.

Before long, the sky Outside the Window had darkened, yet the Venue remained brightly lit.

An evening class had been scheduled today, which meant overtime was needed as well.

The Logistics Department staff had gathered in the Locker Room, eating Bento Boxes and chatting as they enjoyed a brief moment of relaxation.

Fang Cheng held a Bento Box in Both Hands, chewing through greasy vegetables and minced meat.

As his chopsticks poked through the food, he suddenly raised his Eyes and looked ahead.

A line of Prompt Information Emerged in the air.

Gourmet Experience Points +1

Fang Cheng Shook His Head and set the completely empty lunch box aside.

Even eating a bento box could increase his experience. No one would believe it if he told them.

After two days of exploration, combining his own observations with a few guesses, Fang Cheng had roughly figured out the specific effects of this skill.

The so-called "Gourmet" skill Should Be a way to improve digestion speed and nutrient absorption by training the stomach and intestines.

If it Leveled Up to Level 1, perhaps one meal would be equivalent to two.

Even from certain particularly terrible foods, he would still be able to draw out the nutrients the human body needed.

It was an utterly genuine foodie skill.

Fang Cheng pulled himself from his musings and turned his gaze toward the other two unopened Chicken Leg Rice boxes.

The three great secrets of fitness: training, rest, and diet.

If he wanted to grow stronger, eating more was never a mistake.

Since it could be displayed on the Panel and increase Experience Points, then he would just keep grinding!