35: Chapter 35 Who is whose sparring partner?

Chapter 35: Who is Whose Sparring Partner

Majima Goro was stunned for a moment.

Pulling away from the fierce offensive state, he stood in place and took a heavy breath.

The kick he delivered just now felt terrible; he had nearly strained his lower back muscles and stumbled.

It felt like hitting a high note on stage, only to have someone suddenly choke your neck right when the pitch was halfway up.

Majima Goro couldn't help but frown tightly, gazing at Fang Cheng, whose expression remained calm as if nothing had happened.

Previously, he truly hadn't thought much of this gentle-looking, young man from Xia.

Coming back to his senses abruptly at this moment, he was immediately somewhat surprised.

This fellow had actually managed to hold on until now amidst his own violent kicking attacks.

Majima Goro took a deep breath, his eyes gradually regaining a bit of rationality.

Then, turning his toes inward and raising his hands, he re-assumed the Sanchin stance offensive posture.

This action meant he was about to get serious.

Swish!

Grinding his tiger toes against the floor, Majima Goro abruptly stepped forward, twisting his hips and lifting his knees.

It seemed he was going to unleash a side snap kick.

In a split second, however, he feinted, abruptly changing moves in mid-air as his toes sharply carved out a crescent arc.

Majima Goro actually used the ultimate move from Karate, the "Mikazuki Geri", in an occasion like this.

This technique was difficult with a tricky angle, using the tiger-toe area as the focal point to thrust obliquely upwards.

Similar to using a Sharp Weapon to stab an opponent's abdomen, it was rarely used in competitions, but it could often directly KO the opponent, also known as the liver-destroying kick.

If struck, even with protective gear, it would definitely not feel good.

Smack!

Fang Cheng merely shifted his body slightly, steadily catching the opponent's attack with the kick pad.

Then, with a gentle push of the pad, he brushed away the hooked kicking leg.

Majima Goro hastily retracted his leg, stumbling and retreating several steps back.

When he raised his head, his eyes were slightly red, as if anger was reigniting.

He instantly exerted force once more, continuously executing high roundhouse kicks with a swish, followed by a flying spinning kick with his rear leg.

Smack! Smack!

Fang Cheng's expression was calm as he easily blocked them once again.

The rebound force forced Majima Goro back to the point where he couldn't help but prop himself up with his hands on the ground to stabilize his posture.

The two continued their offense and defense drill just like before.

But at this moment, Fang Cheng had already shifted from passive to active, establishing a rhythm of his own.

Every time he raised the pad, he would preemptively intercept the opponent mid-way just as they were executing a move, disrupting their offensive momentum.

Yet somehow, nothing seemed wrong with it.

It was clearly Majima Goro's leg that actively delivered itself into Fang Cheng's hands.

And Fang Cheng seemed quite enthusiastic, wanting to make the employer kick more "comfortably and freely".

It was just that his feeding-move action was slightly ahead of time.

As for from an outsider's perspective,

it completely looked like Majima Goro was either lacking in skill or already exhausted in energy, failing to control his sense of distance properly.

On one side was a frantic offensive with staggering footsteps.

On the other side was a composed and stable stance.

Fang Cheng even had the leisure to secretly critique how many points each of Majima Goro's moves deserved.

That snap kick didn't exert enough power, and the angle of this side kick was slightly off.

What if he could supplement this with Sanda grappling or Wrestling Techniques to counterattack at this moment?

Fang Cheng figured that even if his strength was inferior to Majima Goro's, he would still have a chance to subdue the opponent.

Granted, his current identity was merely a sparring partner.

But was the opponent not also his sparring partner?

Through this special training of seizing timing and anticipating attacks, Fang Cheng's practical combat experience imperceptibly improved.

At the same time, the more Majima Goro attacked, the more awkward he felt, and his heart was filled with boundless annoyance.

His eyes became bloodshot, and the heavy kicks he delivered gradually grew weak and powerless.

In his eyes, Fang Cheng seemed to have become the most detestable kind of scoundrel in combat sports.

Blindly covering his head in defense, wanting to wear him out until he was exhausted from fighting, and then easily knocking him out with a single punch.

Bang!

Majima Goro delivered a fierce kick, and seeing Fang Cheng easily defuse it once again,

he immediately let out an angry shout, simply abandoned his Kicking Techniques, opened his arms, and lunged forward with a bear hug.

He was shockingly repeating his old trick, wanting to grab Fang Cheng's waist and shoulders to unleash his ultimate move of "waist-wrapping back strike" once more.

Long before Majima Goro made his move, Fang Cheng had already guessed his intention.

Thus, he quickly threw away the pad, sidestepped, and neutralized the opponent's momentum of collision.

As their bodies crossed, he reached out to grab Majima Goro's left wrist, advancing a step instead of retreating, and broke into the inner circle.

Then, wrapping his arms around the opponent's single arm, he used the momentum of turning around to fling him out.

This move was a combination of the small coiling-silk hand and rear-hand combo from Sanda grappling techniques—side-throw grappling.

Since his strength was inferior to the opponent's, wrestling of strength definitely wouldn't work; he needed to use more flexible tactics.

Majima Goro was short and stocky with an extremely stable center of gravity, and he was also proficient in various Karate throwing and locking techniques.

Seeing his arm restrained, he immediately sank his hips and lowered his body, neutralizing the grappling force into nothingness.

At the same time, he propped his shoulder against Fang Cheng's waist, attempting to overturn his stance.

Fang Cheng had already clamped his other arm around the opponent's neck and back, continuing to defuse this counter-throw.

Majima Goro changed his move once again.

Fang Cheng also followed suit by changing moves and countering.

In the distance, several professional athletes finished their physical conditioning and looked over during their break.

They found the two hugging each other and writhing their bodies, unsure of what on earth they were doing.

Suddenly, both of them lost their balance together and tumbled onto the ring.

Without a single error, one by one, look!

Yet they still tightly clamped onto each other's limbs and necks, refusing to let go for dear life.

Just at this moment, a polite voice came over.

"Excuse me, you two."

"Training time has ended, and there is another private coaching class next that needs to borrow the ring."

Hearing this, Majima Goro patted the ring floor twice with his palm, signaling his concession.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng immediately released his left arm that was clamping the opponent's neck and back.

Majima Goro's face was flushed red, panting like an ox.

After a good while, he stood up and gave Fang Cheng a thumbs-up.

There was not the slightest trace of anger or a display of madness in his eyes.

He chattered away, walked over to Shen Haoming who was preparing to start class, and said a few words.

Fang Cheng was likewise panting, his chest heaving up and down.

Acting as a human target earlier had actually been quite easy.

Once he was forced into this state of strangling stalemate, over half of his strength was consumed in a short span of time.

On the contrary, this fellow Majima Goro not only possessed immense strength, but his stamina also seemed more abundant than his own.

He was simply a freak...

Chen Xiaohai came over at this moment and congratulated him:

"Majima Goro is praising you for being saikou."

"What saikou?"

"It means awesome."

"This fellow seems very satisfied with the sparring service you provided, and wants to book you again next time."

Listening to Chen Xiaohai's explanation, Fang Cheng smiled faintly and thought to himself:

"I also give a five-star rating for the quality of this sparring session..."

Majima Goro quickly left the venue with his assistants.

Shen Haoming then walked over with a smile on his face toward Fang Cheng, who was taking off his protective gear.

"A-Cheng, I hope you can keep up the good work and do your best."

"Mr. Majima said he wants to raise your hourly wage from 500 yuan to 1,000 yuan."

Chen Xiaohai instantly let out a tongue-clucking exclamation of amazement, full of envy.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but be slightly startled.

His gaze was more focused on the pop-up prompt information.

[Sanda Experience + 50]

...

Inside the speeding black sedan,

two assistants sat in the front Driving seats.

while Majima Goro crossed his legs, leaning back against the rear leather sofa.

He took off his shoes and socks, revealing a sole that was bruised black all over.

As if he had fiercely kicked iron blocks hundreds of times with his feet during martial arts practice earlier.

Then rolling up his sleeves, his wrist area was even more bruised to a deep purple.

This set of injuries was startling to behold.

Yet Majima Goro's expression showed no frustration; instead, he was exceptionally excited.

With a slight tremble in his voice, he muttered to himself:

"I've finally found a fellow who can take a beating. Perhaps I don't need to keep waiting for the newly-crowned boxing champion Zheng Haokang..."