Damn, I Became a Sparring Partner!

Especially since Su Bei had appeared just as the young man was insulting them, with the air of standing up for them.

And he had fought the man for several minutes. Though Su Bei looked utterly miserable,

martial artists all had fighting spirit in their bones. Rather than feeling afraid at the sight, it ignited their will to fight.

Feeling both ashamed and furious, the two attacked from either side, dragging the man back into battle.

Su Bei was happy to take it easy. He knew his own condition best. Before, he would have retreated long ago, but his natural physique was different now, and his injuries could only be considered minor.

Besides, they were paying far too much.

Ten thousand an hour—there was hardly any difference between that and robbery.

Thousand Punches Training reward distribution commencing.

At the same time,

scenes of punch practice suddenly appeared in Su Bei's mind. These were merely the most basic punches, not even worthy of being called a proper boxing style. They were more like individual movements broken down and practiced separately.

Straight Punch, Swing Punch, Hook Punch, Uppercut Punch, Jab Punch, Whiplash Punch, Chop Punch, Spring Punch...

Every movement was incomparably precise, as though measured out with a ruler.

It was dizzying to watch.

Time seemed to pass within those scenes as well. Spring, summer, autumn, winter; day and night cycled endlessly, as if they would never stop.

Su Bei's gaze was gradually drawn in, yet his body did not remain idle. As though unconsciously, it moved according to instinct.

The scenes in his mind grew clearer and clearer, and the figure's face became increasingly distinct until it finally turned into Su Bei himself.

From his youth until the present.

It was as if he had gained more than a decade of punching experience out of thin air!

Su Bei's boxing had already been quite good. His corresponding basic boxing techniques had reached the Greater Achievement Realm, and with these new experiences, every punch became increasingly refined, as if he were about to touch the Perfection Realm!

Martial Arts Techniques were also divided into different levels.

Proficiency Realm meant one had grasped the fundamentals. Mastery Realm meant it could be used in battle. Minor Achievement Realm meant one could be counted among the best of a hundred, while the Greater Achievement Realm meant one was difficult to find even among a thousand.

Upon reaching the Perfection Realm, one no longer needed to adhere rigidly to specific moves. Every motion would seem naturally formed, and practicing related martial arts would yield twice the results with half the effort!

Such people might not even appear once in ten thousand!

As for the Intent Realm above that, anyone who grasped its true essence could be called a grandmaster.

Among modern martial artists, every person who had reached that realm was a renowned powerhouse!

If his boxing could truly reach the Perfection Realm, Su Bei's Martial Artist Assessment would not merely be secure—it would be foolproof!

With that thought in mind,

"I'll take over!"

Su Bei stopped slacking off to run out the clock. With a thunderous shout, he stomped hard and charged back into the fray. His fists and legs flew as his blood and qi surged, transparent Qi Force pouring forth.

"Good!"

Zhang Feiyu had been finding the pressure insufficient, and he was overjoyed to hear that. His right hand shifted into Tiger Stance once more, his vigorous Qi Force forming a tiger's head that collided with Su Bei's Qi Force in midair!

Bang!

The two streams of Qi Force collided and vanished in an instant, kicking up clouds of dust as the air rippled like flowing water.

Su Bei was not surprised that the attack had failed. In the next instant, he was locked in battle with Zhang Feiyu again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Neither held back. Fists and feet struck flesh, while qi fists condensed from blood and qi collided and exploded in midair, sounding like a torrential downpour battering against a window ledge!

"Good, good, good!"

Zhang Feiyu laughed excitedly. At times, he assumed Tiger Stance, wielding astonishing strength. At other times, he shifted into Leopard Stance, his right hand forming a claw as transparent Qi Force condensed around it with a sharp edge. Every swipe left several bloody marks.

Su Bei remained as steady as a mountain. His blood and qi churned like boiling water, his body scorching hot. His fists pounded like war drums, opening and closing in broad, sweeping motions as he blocked Zhang Feiyu's attacks one by one within a hair's breadth!

Both possessed excellent natural physiques, and their blood and qi seemed inexhaustible. In an extremely short time, they exchanged dozens of blows!

Throughout the process, Su Bei's understanding of boxing continued to rise. Memories were memories, and experience was experience, but putting them into actual practice was far from simple.

"Your turn!"

Su Bei retreated explosively back into the safe zone. With one round under their belts, the other two sparring partners were veterans as well. They immediately stepped forward and intercepted Zhang Feiyu.

Meanwhile, Su Bei stood at a distance, rapidly absorbing the insights he had gained from that exchange.

He needed to turn all those flashes of inspiration into real strength as quickly as possible. Otherwise, once this moment passed, it might not come so easily again.

Five minutes later.

Su Bei had absorbed almost everything.

"Let me take over!"

This battle lasted even longer, nearly ten whole minutes. Su Bei was wounded all over.

Only then did Su Bei break away and retreat explosively again.

The two sparring partners' eyes lit up, and they charged in once more.

Five minutes later.

"I'm back!"

This time lasted even longer. Su Bei became increasingly at ease, and almost no injuries were left on his body.

Twenty minutes later.

Su Bei retreated explosively once again.

The two sparring partners pulled up their pants and rushed in again.

The two of them had figured it out.

Why fight to the death?

It was ten thousand an hour.

Working together like this, they could spar all day!

But when it came to gains, Su Bei had gained the most. After several fierce battles, his understanding of boxing underwent explosive growth!

As his fists danced, they sealed off the entire space completely. Every punch looked effortless, free of the slightest trace of deliberate shaping, yet each contained terrifying power, carrying the composure of lifting heavy weights as though they were light.

His control over distance had become almost microscopic. Most of the time, Zhang Feiyu could not harm him in the slightest.

It seemed that only one final step remained before the Perfection Realm.

They were not the only ones who had figured it out. The old man standing at the edge of the training ground had realized it as well.

He frowned as he stared unblinkingly at Su Bei.

"Strange... truly strange."

"This growth in his boxing realm is far too fast!"

After traveling far and wide for so many years, he had never seen anyone progress so rapidly. Even though it was happening right before his eyes, he found it hard to believe.

At the very center, Zhang Feiyu had expended a great deal in his consecutive clashes with Su Bei and was now being held back by the two sparring partners. His face was flushed red with anger.

Damn it, I've fucking become the sparring partner!

Yet he could not help feeling shocked.

Su Bei was improving far too quickly!

At first, he had still held back, yet even then he had easily suppressed Su Bei. If he had gone all out from the beginning, Su Bei would not even have been qualified to fight him!

But just now, aside from not using his trump cards, he had focused completely and gone all out. Yet they had still fought to a standstill—or rather, they had been evenly matched for the first ten minutes, but during the last ten, he had been completely suppressed!

This was bloody insane!

If anyone had told him before today that someone could improve so rapidly in such a short time, he would never have believed it. But now, he had no choice but to believe.