11: Chapter 11 Fist Friends Are Stronger

Chapter 11: Boxing Friends, Stronger

The muscular man in the Elasticity shirt remained silent, his eyes fixed firmly on Fang Cheng.

Standing over 1.8 meters tall with a heavily built, bulky frame, he possessed an intense deterrent presence without needing to say a word.

Fang Cheng felt a surge of vigilance, his shoulders slightly sloped, his steps staggered front and back as he assumed a low guard stance.

He could switch between offensive and defensive postures at any moment.

The muscular man in the Elasticity shirt stopped, maintaining a distance of just over an arm's length.

Then, with a puzzled expression, he asked:

"You've practiced Boxing too, are you in the same line of work?"

Fang Cheng couldn't help but be slightly stunned as he looked at the bear-like guy in front of him.

The muscular man in the Elasticity shirt relaxed his brow slightly, then began chatting with considerable interest:

"Just now, using your eyes and feints to trick him into losing the knife, and that changing-direction hook punch you pulled off, were really not bad at all!"

"Have you ever fought in matches? We can spar sometime when you're free."

There was even a hint of appreciation in his tone.

"Brother Ma..."

Ah Dong groaned, finally catching his breath from the "liver explosion".

After knocking the blond-haired guy out with a single punch, criminal law provisions regarding excessive self-defense instantly flashed through Fang Cheng's mind.

Therefore, although the speed of his subsequent two combo strikes was fast, he held back a lot of his strength.

After all, this was his first time beating someone up with his Iron Fist, and it was hard to gauge the extent, fearing he might actually give someone internal bleeding.

"Oh—"

The muscular man came to a sudden realization, then vigorously wiped his face and switched to a ferocious expression.

"I don't care whether you're in the same line of work or not!"

"Isn't paying debts back only right and proper? Can those who owe money act all righteous?"

He shouted loudly, turning his head to look at the onlookers and security guards.

"Right? Everyone judge for yourselves, what's wrong with what we're doing?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to harbor much malice, Fang Cheng breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"You guys causing a scene here affects the rest of the other patients. If there's a dispute, you can ask the police for help and go to the police station to negotiate a resolution."

Hearing Fang Cheng say this, Ah Dong curled his lips and couldn't help but snap back:

"Do you know who we are? We're from the Viper Gang..."

"Cough, cough!"

The muscular man coughed twice abruptly, quickly cutting in to explain:

"We are debt collectors from a legitimate financial company."

Fang Cheng didn't have the leisure to care about their specific origins, and simply continued to advise them politely and reasonably:

"What's the use of you taking the child away? He has leukemia. If his condition worsens during this time, who will take responsibility?"

"According to the law, you will definitely bear the crime of manslaughter, or are you willing to advance living expenses and medical expenses for the child?"

"After his illness is cured, you can look for trouble when there's trouble, and collect debts when there are debts. Even if you take it to court, you'll have more of a leg to stand on."

"What you said... seems to make a lot of sense."

Perhaps subdued by Fang Cheng's polite attitude, the muscular man touched his chin and couldn't help but begin pondering and considering.

"In view of the fact that what you said makes so much sense, fine, I'll give them another month."

"A month should be enough to scrape together the interest first, right?"

He turned around and looked at the tense young couple.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The young couple held the child tight and nodded repeatedly in response.

Not knowing whether they were thanking these punks or Fang Cheng.

The muscular man shook his head and cursed under his breath, "What a fucking pain."

Then he walked over to the blond-haired guy who was still sleeping soundly like a baby, and slapped him across the face.

The blond-haired guy let out a muffled grunt and slowly woke up.

Looking at the unexpectedly harmonious scene before him, he couldn't help but murmur:

"Bro, didn't you tell me to be a bit more ruthless?"

"Shut up!"

The muscular man scolded him, then instructed the other lackey:

"Ah Dong, take him downstairs to register and check for a concussion. The fists of us boxers are nothing to sneeze at."

Just as the three guys chose to let the matter rest and prepared to leave,

the muscular man seemed to suddenly remember something and turned back.

After rummaging in his pocket for a long time, he pulled out a crumpled business card and handed it to Fang Cheng.

"Keep in touch when you're free. I'll introduce some Boxing friends to you. Sparring with each other is the only way to make progress."

With that, he smiled and swaggered away with his two lackeys.

Fang Cheng was noncommittal and looked at the business card.

"Black Snake Financial Company, Collection Team Leader, Ma Donghe."

As the trio of debt collectors walked to the elevator, faint voices of distress could still be heard coming from them.

They seemed to be discussing with each other how on earth they were going to explain things to the boss after returning.

Seeing that there was no more excitement to watch, the onlookers gradually dispersed.

A group of security guards walked up to Fang Cheng one by one, sincerely expressing their gratitude for helping them solve their work difficulties.

Finally, only the young couple remained, still holding their child tightly, sitting blankly on the floor and not yet recovering their senses.

"I told you so!"

"There's no way the guys from the Viper Gang would react this quickly..."

Li Dingjian crawled out from who knows where, his mouth mumbling softly with his mask removed, his expression revealing a sense of ease.

Then his gaze turned peculiar, looking Fang Cheng up and down as if seeing him for the first time.

"What, don't you recognize me?"

Fang Cheng was poised and calm, tidying up his sleeves that had been rolled up during the fight just now.

Li Dingjian reached out and pinched his arm, clicking his tongue repeatedly:

"You brat, you've been secretly practicing martial arts behind our backs, and you're getting more and more handsome..."

"Chengcheng, what's wrong with you? I heard people say you got into a fight with hoodlums?"

While speaking, a burst of anxious footsteps came from behind, along with Li Biyun's voice.

Fang Cheng turned back to look and saw his mother's worried expression, so he quickly explained:

"No, those people aren't hoodlums..."

"Sister, you missed a good show."

Li Dingjian quickly took over the conversation, saying exuberantly:

"Those few punches A-Cheng used to beat up the hoodlums just now were simply like a Boxing champion descending, showing a bit of my brother-in-law's demeanor back in the day!"

Fang Cheng and Li Biyun turned their heads simultaneously and glared fiercely at him.

Li Dingjian gave a sheepish smile, immediately shut his mouth, and shrugged to show his apology.

Grandpa had already been woken up by the commotion at this time.

Fang Cheng, along with his mother and uncle, stayed in the ward and chatted with him for a while.

Of course, most of the time they were doing the talking, and Grandpa could only nod in acknowledgement and give muffled grunts in response.

Error-free, first release, internal content, check them out one by one!

According to the doctor, they estimated that in two days the tubes could be removed, and he could eat some liquid food and speak normally.

After changing the IV drip and the old man fell asleep from exhaustion, his mother and uncle left for their respective matters.

The room plunged back into silence.

Only the occasional beeping of the monitor and the faint voices coming from the corridor remained.

Fang Cheng sat there idly, feeling somewhat bored.

So he stood up, placed his hands on the cool ceramic tiles, and began practicing Push-ups.

Once a habit was formed, it was very hard to change again.

Even slacking off just a little brought a sense of guilt.

Just like his future self, having encountered failure, turning back to condemn his current self for not working hard enough.

That muscular man named Ma Donghe was no ordinary punk.

Fang Cheng felt a strong sense of oppression from him, just like being targeted by a ferocious beast.

It even exceeded the feeling given to him by those professional coaches and fighters at the club.

This sense of oppression was not merely the gap in physical build, but rather the difference in Aura cultivated through frequent battles.

Fang Cheng's expression had been calm just now, but his body remained tense all along, guarding against the opponent suddenly turning violent.

Perhaps, with his current Boxing skills, he could already contend with professional fighters.

But in the face of absolute strength, any technique was just floating clouds.

If the opponent hadn't chosen to back down and they had actually started fighting, Fang Cheng wouldn't dare guarantee that he could withdraw unscathed.

When a man encounters danger,

either he uses someone else's flesh to vent his pressure,

or he hones his own flesh to elevate the confidence to completely defeat his opponent.

Fang Cheng chose the latter.

Along the way, a nurse came in for a routine checkup.

Catching him in this reckless drive of frantically doing Push-ups, her eyes inevitably looked a bit strange.

Fang Cheng didn't care about other people's gazes.

Watching the prompt information continuously popping up on the panel, he silently counted.

[You completed 6 standard Push-ups, Skill EXP + 1]

[You completed 6 standard Push-ups, Skill EXP + 1]

[You completed 7 standard Push-ups, Skill EXP + 1]

...

As the progress bar exceeded the halfway mark, approaching the upper limit of Lv0, the speed of skill EXP growth became slower and slower.

Once it upgraded to Lv1, it would probably be just like Boxing, where the returns from ordinary exercise would become much lower.

Just like the opponents encountered in the two actual battles.

That fat-bellied drunkard was given the evaluation of "matched opponent" by the panel.

Defeating him easily caused EXP to surge by 20 points.

Yet the two punks who engaged in street brawls year-round only earned the title of "nobody".

The EXP growth from defeating them was unexpectedly almost the same as the drunkard.

But upon second thought, it felt quite reasonable.

After the Boxing skill upgraded to Lv1, the rating given by the panel was "Expert Level".

Even though the two punks had extremely rich fighting experience, relative to an expert like himself, what were they if not newbies?

Fang Cheng got up from the floor and took a breath.

Clenching his hands, he stared at the protruding veins on the back of his fists.

Along with the elevation of skill Ranks, his physique continuously strengthened.

Rather than saying the opponents he faced would become stronger and stronger,

it was better to say that the challenges he himself required must be strong enough.

The greater the difficulty, the higher the rewards would be.

Breaking through the upper limit of the "Boxing" skill was done by setting up imaginary enemies, practicing Shadow Boxing, and simulating actual combat.

To break through the upper limit of the "Push-up" skill, if he continued to repeatedly practice basic movements, the efficiency would obviously be a bit low.

The most appropriate method should be to increase the completion difficulty of each movement.

Fortunately, the Cultivation Technique system of the "Prisoners Six Arts" was complete.

Every fitness skill had corresponding reasonable advanced training methods that could be unlocked sequentially and improved step by step.

There was no need to worry about this point.