Dong Qingfeng had practiced Sanshou for over a week. He was truly working hard.
In the morning, he invited the poor female classmates from the Designated Assistance Program to tour Yuzhou. At noon, he took them to a chain restaurant serving Yuzhou-style grilled fish. In the afternoon, he sent them back to the girls' dormitory, then rushed home without stopping to catch up on sleep before coming to the Fighting Gym to train.
After the restaurant threat incident, Dong Qingfeng was desperate to become stronger.
"Thank you, Coach Du," Dong Qingfeng said. He desperately wanted to know how wide the gap was between himself and the strong.
Coach Du and Shang Zhengyu put on their protective gear and stepped into the ring.
Another coach from the Fighting Gym acted as referee. The trainees who had been hitting the sandbags gathered around to watch, and the atmosphere instantly grew lively.
Shang Zhengyu's face was cold, while Coach Du carried himself with sharp, capable air.
The sparring match was about to begin. Shang Zhengyu was highly aggressive, advancing with bouncing steps while Coach Du held both hands up in defense.
Suddenly, Shang Zhengyu threw five or six punches in rapid succession. Two of them even struck Coach Du in the face.
Yet Coach Du merely shook his head and grinned, his footwork still nimble.
A trainee who had practiced for half a year commented from the side, "Coach Du is seriously tough. Getting hit by that guy is like being scratched."
The two tested each other with kicks. Shang Zhengyu suddenly swept his left leg toward Coach Du's knee, then instantly fired off his right leg at Coach Du's head. The kick was razor-sharp; even though Coach Du blocked it with his gloves, his body was still knocked sideways.
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