Boxing Training Plan

A man and an ape fought without a care, trading punches and injuries.

No matter how tough a creature was, it couldn't withstand that kind of attrition.

At last, the Silver-Back Ape's energy began to fade, and it looked at Bai Yang, that "little runt," with fear in its eyes.

Bai Yang, however, didn't feel a thing. He was wearing a Series 9 protective suit, which could withstand attacks from an Intermediate War God.

The secondary damage from the impacts didn't affect him at all in his current condition.

He even suspected that he'd be fine if he took off the protective suit.

Since he'd already decided to make good use of this body and fight, he tried to find opportunities to engage monsters in close combat.

Unfortunately, monsters were still monsters. Though they understood a little about when to advance or retreat, they had no real technique to speak of.

He did remember that disgusting cosmic genius villain, Molo, from the original story.

He had created a set of Beast Fist, which even King Zhenyan had reportedly praised.

At first, even Luo Feng had admired him.

Bai Yang thought the idea was pretty good, too: absorb monsters' moves and make them his own fighting style.

After all, weren't Starry Sky Behemoths, Beast Gods, and World Beasts all types of beasts?

As long as he had enough talent and comprehension, there'd be no problem with his prospects or potential.

He might as well work in that direction. He'd need to create his own techniques to break through eventually anyway.

Tonight, I'll ask Elder Jia or Brother Lu.

They must know how to train in boxing.

His mind wandered, and his movements slowed without him realizing it.

The Silver-Back Ape was overjoyed. Seizing its chance, it landed three quick punches on his abdomen.

It had been building up strength for those three punches for a long time. They were among the strongest attacks an Intermediate War God could unleash.

Bai Yang felt something smack him a few times, then simply stopped.

That's it?

It felt like someone had hurled a box of tissues at him.

It looked like quite a commotion, and an ordinary person would have dodged, but even if they got hit, that was all there was to it.

He was disappointed. This ape really wasn't much fun anymore.

With its attack ineffective, the ape left itself wide open.

Bai Yang simply threw both fists, using sevenfold force, and struck the beast in the chest.

How could it withstand such immense force?

It immediately spat blood and fell backward.

A little snake with a dragon's head emerged from Bai Yang's palm, slipped into the beast through its mouth, and began devouring it.

His devouring ability had grown tremendously. A few seconds later, the monster had disappeared completely.

To him, this was just another routine task.

After reaching the first stage, ordinary monsters no longer caught his attention.

Dragon Beasts!

Only Dragon Beast genes could help him evolve quickly.

In just one day, the Blood Brake Squad swept through several monster groups, clearing out an entire area.

When evening came and they rested and counted their spoils, everyone was dumbfounded.

The ordinary squad members couldn't help calculating how much money it all amounted to.

Just thinking about it made their hearts race.

Bai Yang didn't care much about that. Though he was short on money, he understood that scarce goods were valuable.

If they released all these spoils onto the market at once, they wouldn't fetch a good price at all.

He left the matter to Yuan Jingfu. Yuan was sharp, and if they decided to sell, he could surely get them a more reasonable price.

Everyone marveled at how their master's increase in strength alone had changed the squad's circumstances so dramatically.

They were now in an area they'd never even dared to dream of reaching before.

Yet now, they could move about with ease.

As their master continued to break through, the Monster Cell's abilities would grow stronger and stronger.

Just how far could they eventually go?

It was simply unimaginable!

Could they really reach the legendary realm "beyond War God"?

Bai Yang was talking with Lu Ting just then, briefly telling him about the idea he'd had during the day.

"So, you want to train in boxing?" Lu Ting replied at once.

"Yes. I heard that Hong and Thor both have profound knowledge of internal martial arts and ancient yoga.

"I don't think that's a coincidence, so I wanted to ask. Brother Lu, has Huashan studied this?" Bai Yang asked.

"Of course. When it comes to researching ancient boxing styles, our records are as extensive as anyone's—even those of the Dojo of Limits and the Thunder Dojo.

"But the results haven't been great. I've heard those two have already entered some rather esoteric state called 'unity between heaven and man, unity between man and flesh.'

"Our teacher is the strongest person in Huaxia, so naturally he's studied it too. But he came from a military background, and he's never been very keen on such mysterious things.

"We can confirm that this state really exists, but there's no practical method for achieving it.

"Actually, we've always thought your incredible footwork was something similar. I didn't expect you to come asking me about it instead."

Bai Yang knew those two things were completely different.

His footwork came from Orochi's inhuman comprehension and control over its body.

Ancient boxing styles, on the other hand, relied more on the so-called "state of mind."

Otherwise, given how outstanding his swordsmanship was, wouldn't he have mastered it already?

They discussed it for a while longer, but still found no answer.

In the end, Lu Ting told him that if the key lay in one's state of mind, then it didn't really matter what kind of boxing he practiced.

The moves and forms didn't matter. The best boxing style was whatever helped him regulate his mind and body.

That was also the conclusion Jia Yi had reached after decades of research.

Bai Yang knew that a "state of mind" really couldn't be forced. Even the strongest beings in the universe couldn't do anything about that.

Only Mountain Sitting Guest had transformed Earth, giving it unique advantages that made it somewhat easier to attain.

In theory, everyone born on Earth had this potential.

How far they could develop it depended on their own experiences.

Since all boxing styles were essentially the same, Bai Yang pulled up the most common and practical one—Military Boxing—on his handheld computer.

He tried learning its thirty-two moves.

He had a photographic memory, so he mastered them in no time.

There was still plenty of time, so he went through the materials on Sanda, Wrestling, Baji, Taiji, Wing Chun, and every other fighting style he could think of.

Huashan's collection in this area really had everything, covering a vast range of styles.

The esoteric states claimed by the different schools seemed more or less the same.

He decided to familiarize himself with them first. Maybe he'd find them useful someday.

After all, with Hong and Thor as successful examples, there had to be something genuine and practically useful among all these styles.

At Bai Yang's current level, it made little difference whether he slept at night or not.

So he simply read through all the material, skimming ten lines at a glance.

Tomorrow, he'd find all kinds of monsters and get in some proper practice.