"President Uehara, I would like to ask if I can be arranged for actual combat training directly if I join the club now?" "Ah? Gongyang, are you mistaken about the difference between sparring and actual combat?" "No, I'm talking about actual combat, ruthless actual combat." "..." Nana Uehara was a little stunned, then she frowned and asked, "Mr. Gong Yang, do you have any basic boxing skills?" "No." Gong Yangzhen was very honest, but soon he seemed to remember something and added: "I learned a little bit of Sanda, but I basically forgot everything." "Then I suggest you don't aim too high. If you register and become a member of the boxing gym, I will be responsible for you. It is a more scientific process to start from the practice of basic boxing techniques and steps and then to cultivate the ability to control distance and the way of exerting force through target shooting. Sparring and physical training are interspersed in between, and then during this period, you can slowly get involved in low-intensity actual combat training, but the prerequisite is to be able to master the basic postures and movements first." Gong Yangzhen shook his head: "These can start from the day after tomorrow." Nana Uehara was startled, and then her eyes changed slightly: "Mr. Gongyang, do you have anything important to do tomorrow?"
Fights between students? Or... something on a higher level? Gong Yangzhen avoided answering the question and said, "Would it be convenient for me to try hitting the sandbag?" "..." After staring at him for two seconds, Uehara Nana stopped smiling and shouted at the top of her voice: "Ayayaka!——" "…What are you doing, sis?! You scared me!" "Bring me a pair of gloves!" "?" Is this a new customer? She was a little curious but didn't ask any more questions. Uehara Ayaka rummaged around the counter and soon came running over with two complete sets of azure blue. Motioning her to hand the whole set to Gong Yang Zhen, Uehara Nana didn't say much, but led Gong Yang Zhen to a black hanging sandbag and reached out to gently stroke the leather surface that was no longer new. "A 160-centimeter, 65-kilogram sandbag is basically the largest sandbag I have here. Come on, give it a try and show me your punch." "I hope I won't disappoint you." Gong Yang Zhen took off his coat and put on boxing gloves, then imitated the boxers on the ring and did a not very standard stance, and let out a sigh of relief. [If the target of the attack is not a living target, Heart Steel - Huge Devour cannot be triggered. ] It was expected. If dead objects could be used to stack steel, Gong Yang Zhen would have stacked them to the point of darkness. You will be transformed into the invincible Wreck-It Ralph. At this moment, he squinted his eyes and stared at the sandbag, as if he was trapped in the first fight with "Black-backed Jackal" Sanchez half a month ago. The Uehara sisters who were watching with their arms crossed, the boxers on the boxing ring who were attracted by the movement here and were lying on the ropes and looking at him from afar, and the other gym members who were hitting the sandbags around him... everything seemed to have disappeared.
Gong Yang Zhen forgot about the Heart of Steel and his heroic skills at this moment. His world turned pure white, with only a hint of black remaining - the color of the sandbag. Then, without any skills to support him, he suddenly threw a punch relying solely on physical strength! Chapter 17: God's Wrath Crushing Fist (Mist) Without using any skills, he relied purely on his physical fitness after integrating the hero panel. Without scientific force techniques, everything is left to instinct. A simple straight punch was thrown out! A hundred kinds of martial arts, this is the basic attack! boom! —— Under the astonished gaze of the onlookers, the hanging sandbag, which was almost as heavy as an adult, suddenly swung up, and the arc it drew was like a quarter of a full moon. This was followed by a fleeting sound of cracking. Under the overwhelming force, the horizontal pillars and steel cables used for fixing the bag were instantly overwhelmed and broke. The sandbag, which was deformed to the limit and dented like a flattened piece of plasticine, flew four or five meters away with the remaining force. It was then stopped by the wall inside the venue, making a dull sound. “…I’m awesome!” "Fist of the North Star? The murderous fist at the end of the century?!" "It's the 21st century, brother. Are you still living in a dream?" The boxing gym, which was originally bustling with activity, suddenly became quiet, replaced by the sounds of rustling and whispering. Whether it was the sparring partners on the boxing ring watching from afar, or the boxers around who were also hitting the sandbags, they all gathered together, some whispering, some marveling in amazement, and their eyes were all filled with the same shock. Look, guys, there's a monster in the gym. "……call." Gong Yangzhen came out of his trance again and was stunned to see the mess at the scene. He then looked around for any trace of Uehara Nana. ...Okay, no need to look for her. This sister had quietly approached him from behind and was carefully looking at the tall boy from top to bottom. It's like looking at an alien. His dark black short hair was trimmed neatly, and the delicate white skin on the back of his neck showed no signs of sunburn, but after taking off his jacket, his slim black T-shirt revealed a muscular figure, and he looked like a well-trained body with a beautiful shape. But that's not right. What magnitude does this physique correspond to? Punch with this kind of force? is it possible? The harmless Ye Tiandi next door: Hello.
Ayaya Uehara on the side didn't think so much. She looked at the sandbag that was hit and flew away, and then at Gong Yang Zhen's face. I couldn't help but sweat profusely! Her eyebrows and eyes look somewhat feminine when viewed alone, but her overall outline is very neat and elegant. He gives people the impression of being the kind of handsome boy who is sought after by many girls in the same school. Then this beautiful boy broke a sandbag weighing more than 100 kilograms with one punch? ! Could it be that everything in the movie is true? Is there an American biological weapon mixed in with the crowd? He sneaked into our boxing gym! Nana Uehara didn't know what strange thoughts were in her sister's head at the moment, otherwise she would have hit her on the forehead and said, "Damn Ayaka, why do you have such a rich imagination?" At this moment, she just couldn't help but walk forward and check the broken end of the hanging sandbag again and again, and confirmed that it was purely because of Gong Yang Zhen's excessive punch that caused the load-bearing structure to be damaged. His eyes suddenly became clear. “…I don’t quite understand it, but I think if it were you, you might be able to become the Duel King.” "……what?" No, sister, you went to the wrong set, right? Duel King? Look at my hairstyle, I look like someone who plays cards. Fighting King is pretty good. Gong Yangzhen was quite speechless at the moment, but soon he said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I was a little careless, how much is this sandbag?" "Eh? Ah! No, no need to pay." Uehara Nana waved her hands repeatedly, and then hesitated: "But you seemed to say just now that you want me to arrange a practical sparring session for you right after you join the club, right?" "……Yes." "Well...let me ask you something, do you have a grudge against anyone here?" "?" Dear Ms. Uehara. Do you want to hear what you are talking about? Feeling that this person's thinking was a bit biased, Gong Yangzhen said helplessly: "There is no such thing... President Uehara, you can see that although I don't have any boxing foundation, I can still do it with simple punches if I really want to fight." "And with my punching power, I can still be a threat even without great skills." "Correct posture, flexible footwork...technique is my weakness. Learning these techniques and practicing them to perfection until I can use them easily in actual combat is a must. After all, it is never the strengths but the weaknesses that determine the capacity of the barrel." Uehara Nana frowned and said, "Then why are you so impatient? Even if you want to learn quickly, you should at least practice the basic movements first. Why are you in such a hurry to practice?"
It was obvious that this ram guy knew the importance of laying a solid foundation. So why did he make such a request that was bound to be counterproductive? Knowing you're on the wrong road, why do you still rush forward? Iron-headed kid, right? I don’t really understand the young people of today. They obviously have such extraordinary talents. If they lay a solid foundation step by step, they may be able to directly challenge the professional field when their skills are mature. No, his limits are more than that. If he can fully realize this terrifying talent, becoming a world champion may only be a small goal. "Because the purpose of my applying for practical training is not to achieve success overnight, President Uehara." Gong Yangzhen could tell that Nana Uehara seemed a little disappointed with him, but he still insisted on his own idea. It is true that the short board determines the capacity of the barrel. There is a hole at the bottom of the wooden barrel and it is leaking water madly. What's the point of fixing the short board? It's not that I can't pretend a little. At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the scene when he first fought against "Black-backed Jackal" Sanchez. With the blessing of the Mundo template, his physical fitness should have been superior to his opponent in all aspects. It should have been a crushing match, but he was beaten very badly. If it weren't for the sudden inspiration and the miraculous effect of "electric shock therapy" that turned the tide of the battle, the first battle might have ended in failure. When did the game start to go in the opponent's favor? The answer is the first punch. From the moment his opponent threw his first tentative jab, Gong Yang Zhen was already in a desperate situation. All because he instinctively cowered and fled from the impending attack. Just imagine how you can launch your attack if you lean back to dodge? How can you punch if your center of gravity is messed up? To reiterate, any fighting event is a game for the brave. The first prerequisite for getting started is to fight against your own instincts and kill your fear and cowardice. You must resist the instinct to close your eyes when a fist hits you, and keep your eyes fixed on your opponent's movements; resist the instinct to retreat when an attack comes, and instead of retreating, advance and pay attention to the enemy's weaknesses; resist the instinct to respond to pain when you are hit, and instead of howling in pain, grit your teeth and endure it, and punch your opponent's weak points with hatred! Only by doing this can you be considered a true fighter. Gong Yang Zhen’s current priority is not to achieve a breakthrough in combat effectiveness through boxing techniques. He now just wants to be a real fighter. All he wanted was to change from "negative" to "zero"! Chapter 18 Come, Hit Me Before Gong Yangzhen could explain in detail, Uehara Nana had already figured out something. At this moment, she looked thoughtful. After hesitating for a while, she asked tentatively: "Mr. Gong Yang, what do you mean..."
"I can start learning and practicing the basics of boxing the day after tomorrow. If possible, today I would like to ask you to help me find a sparring partner who can attack me mercilessly." "So do you want to do special training or--" "Be beaten." Gong Yangzhen was very calm. He said the masochistic words as casually as if he was eating or drinking: "Let me get beaten. I want to learn how to get beaten first." really. Nana Uehara held her forehead with her hand, feeling a bit of a headache. If you want to be a complete beginner and start learning boxing, there are very gentle ways to do it.
