27: Chapter 27 Flying Kick

Chapter 27: Aerial Flying Kick

On the dedicated Karate venue.

Two figures stood facing each other in a standoff.

Fang Cheng was holding a red rectangular kicking target in his hand.

Coach Shen stood three meters away, performing kicking and hip-twisting motions.

Surrounding them was a crowd of onlookers who loved the drama.

Coach Shen said he wanted to test Fang Cheng's strike-resistance ability.

And instead of having elite trainees conduct the assessment like before, he acted as the hitter himself, appearing to attach extreme importance to it.

The head coach of a department actually stepped into the field himself, instantly making this assessment even more eye-catching.

Xu Maocai suddenly walked to Fang Cheng's side and whispered in his ear:

"Shen Haoming studies Shotokan-ryu, holds a third-dan black belt, has very heavy Kicking Techniques that are no less than mine, and likes to pull sneak attacks."

"You need to pay attention and brace your horse stance in advance."

Upon receiving Xu Maocai's reminder, Fang Cheng nodded slightly to indicate he understood.

Shen Haoming stood opposite, glancing over with a faint trace of playfulness.

He was the head coach of the Karate department and also Manager Li's trusted close friend.

Because Fang Cheng rejected Manager Li's recruitment and instead threw his lot in with Xu Maocai, who had always been at odds with them, it caused friction between both sides and things became quite unpleasant.

This sparring assessment happened to run right into the line of fire, so of course he wouldn't let it go so easily.

Shen Haoming took the field personally with the purpose of making Fang Cheng suffer a bit more.

It would be best to kick him with an internal injury with a single kick, which could vent Manager Li's anger and logically reject the application.

Although through the previous Push-up test, Fang Cheng had already demonstrated superhuman physical fitness.

But being a sparring partner wasn't just about having good physical stamina.

Shen Haoming had won a Karate world championship, and now retired for many years, his combat effectiveness hadn't diminished much.

Dealing with an outsider like this was a piece of cake, wasn't it?

Thinking of this, Shen Haoming immediately reined in his gaze, his eyes becoming sharp and full of Focus.

He then assumed Karate's shiko-dachi combat stance, side-facing Fang Cheng, and ground his right tiger toe against the floor.

"Are you ready?"

"Al—l right—"

As soon as Fang Cheng nodded, he saw a figure suddenly rush over like a gale.

Just as the two were speaking, Shen Haoming had already twisted his waist, lifted his foot, and initiated his stored power.

He took a few fast running starts forward, and actually utilizing the power of his right foot pushing off the ground, his body rose into the air and kicked out fiercely.

Karate's most powerful Kicking Techniques included the mikazuki-geri, sacrifice kick, and others.

But speaking of the Kicking Techniques with the greatest longitudinal impact, it had to be none other than the flying side kick.

Which was the aerial side kick in Sanda!

He pulled out his ultimate move right off the bat, truly treating Fang Cheng like an unmoving humanoid target.

Fang Cheng clenched his hands into fists, tightly gripping the kicking target's loops, and raised them high above his chest.

Bang!

Through the soft pad, the massive impact still penetrated the sponge filling, transmitting to his arms, shoulders, and even his chest and internal organs.

Fang Cheng's whole body shook, and he quickly retreated half a step.

To slightly reduce the impact energy and withstand this powerful and fierce flying kick.

At the same time, it also demonstrated the solid stability of his lower stance.

Hundreds of Squat every day were not practiced for nothing!

Fang Cheng took this kick head-on and quickly glanced over.

Seeing that when Shen Haoming's legs landed, his whole body was full of openings and flaws.

In an instant, he wanted to immediately drop the kicking target, grab his waist and legs with both hands, and give him a fierce back throw as well.

But on second thought, Fang Cheng suppressed this urge.

To learn Boxing, one must first learn to take beatings; being a sparring partner was even more so.

Shen Haoming stood firm again and quickly adjusted his footing.

Seeing that Fang Cheng hadn't been kicked flying by this heavy kick of his, he couldn't help frowning and wanted to continue his attack.

At this time, a burst of surprised and questioning voices sounded from the sidelines.

"Old Shen, how much strength did you actually use just now?"

"Did you not eat enough? You put on such a big posture, and it's just like this? Just like this?"

The other coaches suddenly swarmed forward, surrounded the two, and expressed their opinions.

Seeing that Shen Haoming even pulled out a move like an aerial flying kick, yet Fang Cheng still appeared calm and composed.

They couldn't help suspecting whether this old fellow was intentionally holding back and cheating.

Or perhaps just to show off his smooth and graceful Kicking Techniques in front of everyone.

Shen Haoming took a deep breath, staring closely at Fang Cheng.

Afterwards, he smiled and said:

"The young man is quite good, able to catch half of my strength."

The other coaches suddenly understood, nodded one after another, and offered a few words of praise.

Saying that Shen Haoming could kick through a bowl-thick training wooden stake with one kick, and being able to withstand half of his strength with protective gear meant his performance could already be said to be extremely outstanding.

Even among professional athletes, it definitely belonged to the upper-middle tier.

Fang Cheng was somewhat surprised upon hearing this.

Half the strength was already this huge; if he used his full strength, he was afraid he really would be kicked flying out.

Top professional athletes were terrifying to this extent...

Fang Cheng took a slight gasp of cold air, and immediately his blood surged, making him even more excited.

The way he stared at Shen Haoming made the latter unable to help turning his head to avoid the overly scorching gaze.

"This time I've finally passed the assessment, right?"

A coach who rather cherished talent asked on Fang Cheng's behalf.

"Why not test his Boxing power as well? There is a Boxing dynamometer over there."

Another dark and thin Muay Thai coach appeared to still have a lingering appetite.

Xu Maocai quickly retorted:

"He's not going to be a boxer, why test these?"

"Old Xu, you're wrong about that."

Coach Hu suddenly chimed in: "With Fang Cheng's physical fitness, it's more than enough for him to fight in professional matches."

Xu Maocai asked coldly: "Are you prepared to fund his training?"

Coach Hu chuckled upon hearing this:

"If Fang Cheng were a bit younger, it would be possible. As for now, I think being a sparring partner is quite suitable."

Fighting professional matches wasn't as simple as casually signing up, going on stage to beat players, and winning prize money.

Early preparation costs included the salaries of team personnel such as hiring professional coaches, physical fitness coaches, sparring partners, nutritionists, and physical therapists, as well as daily training equipment and venue rental fees.

In addition, one also needed to purchase high health insurance themselves to deal with accidental injuries that might occur during the competition.

Otherwise, one wouldn't even possess the qualifications for registration and signing up for competitions.

To be honest, every famous boxer could be regarded as walking gold of equivalent weight.

Since the coaching staff unanimously recognized Fang Cheng's performance.

Shen Haoming didn't continue to be unconventional or deliberately make things difficult either.

He readily signed his name on the personnel agreement.

Seeing this, the onlookers dispersed amidst some discussions.

Those waiting for class continued to wait, and those training physical fitness continued to train.

Xu Maocai patted Fang Cheng's shoulder, offered a word of encouragement, and then left.

The coaches left one after another.

Fang Cheng also walked towards the locker room surrounded by several colleagues from the Logistics Department.

His body had sweated a little bit, and since he had no classes temporarily later, he could go take a shower and relax first.

On the Karate venue.

Only Shen Haoming was left standing in place, motionless for a long time.

Seeing the crowd gradually walking away, he suddenly twisted his right toes quickly, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and gasped a breath of cold air.

"His—s—"

As if the sole of his foot had stepped on a nail, Shen Haoming showed a bitter expression.

That aerial side kick just now was performed quite Xiaosa indeed.

But when kicking the kicking target, it felt like hitting an iron lump hidden inside the shock-absorbing layer.

If it weren't for maintaining the demeanor of an expert, it hurt so much that he almost cried out.

"Aren't this kid's fists made of flesh?"

Shen Haoming's face was full of speechlessness.

With his years of combat experience, without lowering his head to look closely, his sole was definitely bruised beyond a doubt.