Alma reached over and squeezed Qiao Sang's arm, testing its hardness. "Not bad. This level of hardness is enough to begin training."
As she spoke, she looked at the Jab Kid beside her. "Start with twenty kilograms of force."
"Jab." The Jab Kid cried out, then turned and picked up a pair of red boxing gloves, putting them on.
Seeing this, Qiao Sang inexplicably had a bad feeling.
The next second, her premonition came true.
"Don't be scared," Alma said. "This amount of force won't injure you."
Qiao Sang: "..."
"Are you ready?" Alma asked.
Qiao Sang was silent for two seconds before dropping into a horse stance. "Ready."
Alma nodded at the Jab Kid.
The next second, the Jab Kid swung its fist and punched toward her.
Qiao Sang's body swayed slightly, and only one thought remained in her mind:
It really doesn't hurt that much...
Suddenly, she remembered something and reminded it, "Don't hit my face."
"Jab." The Jab Kid cried out, indicating that it understood.
It did not stop moving, pounding Qiao Sang with one punch after another as though she were a sandbag.
At first, Qiao Sang could barely withstand the force and could not keep her footing. But after being pounded continuously for nearly ten minutes, she was finally able to stand as steady as a mountain.
In other words, she could remain still while getting beaten up.
At the side, Alma did not forget her duties as a coach.
"If you want to strengthen your defense, you need to train the skin first, then the tendons, and finally the bones. What you need to do now is improve your resistance to impact."
"Although your skin is hard right now, the force of the impacts is real. Once you get used to this level of