34: Chapter 34 Goju-ryu

Chapter 34 Goju-ryu

Smack!

Smack!

Majima Goro took off his shirt, revealing his broad and thick back muscles.

Every time he assumed a stance, he took a deep breath.

Two assistants waved wooden sticks, pounding his back and flanks.

Or fiercely kicked his thighs and shins with their feet.

The skin all over his body quickly became red and purple in patches.

Yet Majima Goro remained completely motionless.

After exhaling and shouting, he continued to assume the next posture.

His entire body's muscles were like iron, seemingly feeling no pain at all.

Fang Cheng stood on the side watching.

Through watching instructional discs these past few days and dabbling in related knowledge.

He knew that what Majima Goro was practicing at this moment was the Sanchin kata of Goju-ryu Karate.

This was called body-pounding skill in Xia country's traditional martial arts, and referred to as hard body arts in other Japanese fighting styles.

The Sanchin kata belonged to the "hard kata" of Goju-ryu.

It required making the whole body's muscles stay in a state of maximum tension, adjusting power with Breathing Technique, and training the basic skills of attacking and parrying.

Among them, the most important and combat-realistic one was the pain tolerance training.

Using breathing to tighten the muscles, letting sparring partners continuously pound the weak parts of the body.

Ultimately making the muscles solid, the stance stable, and enhancing the endurance to withstand intense strikes.

The purpose of this training method was, as the saying goes, "learn to take a beating before beating others."

You punch me, and I feel no pain at all.

I punch you, and it can cost you your life.

When observing the discs at home, Fang Cheng didn't feel much.

Now watching so clearly at close range, he couldn't help but develop a little interest in these traditional training methods.

Although his Physique was already much higher than ordinary people.

But if he could make his body even sturdier and more durable, the more the better, naturally.

While Fang Cheng had a slight realization.

Majima Goro clenched his teeth and remained silent.

He wasn't mentally numb or devoid of pain.

He was just obsessed with the brief sense of trance brought by torturing his Physical Body.

Before coming to Xia country, he had been full of hope.

As a result, over the past half year, those he met were either swindlers or trash.

Everyone of them was so unable to take a hit!

He could only use this form of self-mutilation to vent his pent-up emotions and suppress the terrifying monster lurking in his heart.

Majima Goro's eyes exuded thick disappointment and anger.

Suddenly exhaled a breath and shouted in a low voice:

"Alright."

Then he put away his stance, stepped onto the ring, and raised his hand to point at Fang Cheng.

"You, come up!"

A simple sentence plus a gesture.

Without translation, Fang Cheng could also comprehend his meaning.

Immediately carrying a red square kicking target, he followed onto the ring.

Just as he stood at the target position, raising his head, Majima Goro's step-in roundhouse kick had already swept over.

Smack!

Fang Cheng reacted agilely, raising the target past his chest in time to block the sudden kick.

Due to the hasty initiation, the force transmitted from the foot wasn't very large, and by stepping back only half a step, he offset the impact.

Fang Cheng currently belonged to the most Elementary "human meat target".

The coach had told Majima Goro in advance about his situation as a newcomer.

Therefore, the first class was mainly practicing fixed targets.

That was, the sparring partner stood in a suitable place, making target shapes in various ways to guide the employer to kick and strike.

Fixed kicking target training was a compulsory course in Karate, helping to form basic movements and cultivate a sense of distance.

For middle and high-level players, it could continuously consolidate the styling of technical movements and develop bodily instincts.

After catching this roundhouse kick, Fang Cheng quickly adjusted his stance and secured his lower body.

Majima Goro's next attack didn't pause at all, arriving with a pivot of his heel.

In the blink of an eye, he surrounded Fang Cheng and continuously raised his feet, kicking out several legs successively with smack smack smack sounds.

For a moment, fierce wind brushed his face, blowing up his hair, and the offensive could be described as extremely fierce.

Under normal circumstances, the sparring partner should guide the employer in training, just maintaining a good sense of rhythm.

But Majima Goro was obviously not a normal person!

At this moment, he was just blindly attacking, having the desire to kick the "target" flying away to vent the hatred in his heart.

Bang!

Another airborne turning back-spinning kick.

The heaviness of the Kicking Techniques and the magnitude of the force made Fang Cheng unable to help taking several steps back with thud thud thud sounds.

Fang Cheng breathed slightly, looking at Majima Goro with a fierce look in his eyes, his own eyes also revealing a solemn meaning.

Watching the situation of him fighting others before, he couldn't experience it personally.

When it was his turn to go on stage, he truly felt the other party's violent, beast-like brute force.

Every time he suffered an attack, it was like being rushed in front of by a rampaging bear.

If measured by panel attribute standards.

Majima Goro's strength was definitely above 15 points, and might even be close to 20 points.

Without a single mistake, clear at a glance!

Clearly higher than Fang Cheng's 12 points of strength value.

However.

Fang Cheng did not produce any intention of backing down.

His pupils were bright and shining, as if burning with raging Battle Intent.

Even if he was just doing an Elementary sparring partner job.

But it wasn't just wearing protective gear, holding targets, and acting as a human sandbag.

Another extremely important role of a sparring partner was "feeding moves".

Observing the opponent's habitual moves, movement patterns, attack power and speed, allowing the employer to execute combo moves more smoothly and display techniques.

Therefore, an excellent sparring partner should have keen observation skills and the judgment to capture the timing of switching between offense and defense.

This was what was commonly called "sense of rhythm".

Fang Cheng still remembered a sentence from the Boxing coach when teaching elite students:

"The winning point of a duel between masters is seeing who disrupts the opponent's rhythm first and makes the opponent follow their own rhythm."

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes calmed down.

Since the beast was obstinate, he would just tame it and make it obey his summons.

Majima Goro's physical strength was very abundant, and he still incessantly raised and dropped his feet.

His two legs alternated, taking turns whipping on Fang Cheng's body like whips.

As if he didn't regard Fang Cheng as a living person at all, treating him only as a breathing humanoid target.

Front kick, roundhouse kick, thrust kick, side snap kick, knife-foot kick...

Various technical movements attacked like a violent storm from all angles.

Fang Cheng firmly grasped the kicking target with both hands, constantly adjusting his pace and target position.

While resisting the attacks, he tried to feel the route of each of the opponent's attacks and feel where his force-generating point was.

If it were before, doing this would inevitably be very difficult.

When the mental attribute broke through 20 points, it appeared much easier.

Whenever a person punched, kicked, or launched an attack, there would be signs.

Breathing, heartbeat, eye changes, foot movement, shoulder shaking...

The difference between a master and a rookie was simply that the moves were crisper and cleaner, knowing how to hide intentions.

However, force could not be generated out of thin air.

After all, it needed to be transmitted through the body to complete an effective strike.

While feeding moves, Fang Cheng observed.

Capturing the fleeting combat opportunity exuded from Majima Goro.

Gradually, he completely figured out the opponent's attack route and vaguely grasped a certain feeling.

Swoosh!

Majima Goro suddenly raised his foot and lifted his knee, kicking fiercely towards his face with a knife-foot kick.

Fang Cheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and the world before his eyes seemed to have an extra hundredth of a second of slowdown in an instant.

He saw with absolute clarity.

Majima Goro's pupils flickered slightly, and his facial muscles twitched.

He saw.

This kick passed through the air, carving out a crescent-like arc, rippling the aftershocks of flowing wind around.

He saw.

Power being transmitted from the soles of the feet to the knees, then through the twisting of the waist and hips, accelerating back to the calves, insteps, tiger toes...

Smack!

The sole of the foot like a blade, shockingly kicking — the target placed in advance on the attack route.