62: Chapter 62 Boxing Upgrade

Chapter 62: Boxing Upgrade

December 19th.

The third day after Majima Goro's disappearance and Zheng Haokang's instructional class.

Jiangdong District, Global Elite Combat Club.

Bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

Accompanied by the rhythmic sound of Boxing gloves striking protective gear.

Two robustly built fighters, wearing red and blue shorts respectively, were sparring against each other in an offensive and defensive drill on the Boxing ring.

The red corner's punches were fierce and powerful, pressing forward step by step; by now, his face was flushed and he was sweating profusely.

The blue corner moved around flexibly, mainly harassing with jabs and occasionally counterattacking with a heavy punch, still appearing quite relaxed.

"Stop, stop, that's enough!"

Suddenly, the red corner fighter raised his hand as a signal and shouted repeatedly.

Then, bending over with his hands supporting his knees, he panted heavily:

"A-Cheng, if your stamina wasn't good enough, that rear hook of mine just now should have knocked you down."

The blue corner fighter standing opposite him was none other than Fang Cheng, acting as a sparring partner.

He smiled slightly and said:

"It's mainly because Brother Jie showed mercy. If we were really in a match, I wouldn't be able to block your heavy punches rushing at my face right from the start."

Hearing this, Brother Jie nodded, seemingly thinking what he said was quite reasonable.

Actually.

During the sparring process, Fang Cheng had already reined in his strength as much as possible to avoid accidentally injuring his employer.

The one-hour offensive and defensive drill had stops and starts, and the intensity was at most of a warm-up nature.

Of course, this was for Fang Cheng personally.

As a professional fighter, Brother Jie's body obviously couldn't take it, and he was already so tired he was about to collapse.

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly as he looked at the prompt information appearing before him.

[Boxing Experience + 3]

Coupled with the 4 points of experience gained during this morning's exercise.

The skill progress bar showed:

[Boxing lv1 (249/250)]

Seeing that he was only 1 point of experience away from completing the Breakthrough, advancing from expert level to the Great Master level.

Fang Cheng's obsessive-compulsive disorder suddenly flared up.

Immediately, his footsteps bounced lightly, and his fists swung out one after the other.

Swish, swish, swish—

He simply continued practicing Shadow Boxing right there on the ring.

Seeing this, Brother Jie immediately gave a thumbs-up.

Seeing that a sparring partner's Physique could be so excellent, he felt that his money was well spent.

But upon second thought, something felt a bit off.

Looking at the current stance, why did the more he looked, the more he felt...

It seemed as if he was the hired sparring partner, while the other person was actually the real professional fighter?

Twenty minutes later.

[You diligently practice Boxing, your skills go up a notch, and you have reached the Great Master level]

[Boxing lv2 (0/500)]

[Obtained skill enhancement reward, 8 free attributes]

Looking at the glowing new information before him, Fang Cheng let out a slight breath.

"Finally leveled up!"

His obsessive-compulsive disorder was satisfied, and the whole person instantly became relaxed and comfortable again.

This upgrade did not trigger skill special effects similar to "Iron Fist" again.

Most of the time, enhancement rewards were more or less attribute points.

As for skill special effects, they were equivalent to drawing cards in a game, involving a certain probability issue.

In other words, it completely depended on character.

If we discuss the specific upgrade situation further.

Fitness-type skills clearly rewarded the most attribute points, and the growth potential of special effects was relatively high.

Combat-type skills came next, and their special effects were also considered quite practical types.

Lifestyle-type skills were the most ordinary, leaning more towards auxiliary nature.

Looking at the 8 free attributes added to his character panel.

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment.

According to past practice, he would definitely add mostly to Physique, and secondarily to Strength and Agility.

Doing so could not only speed up stamina recovery and improve exercise efficiency, but also enhance combat power to a certain extent.

However, thinking of the weird changes in his body and the increasingly severe hair loss phenomenon recently.

Fang Cheng thus decided to put all of them into Physique.

In addition to ensuring his body's recovery ability reached the highest level.

It was even more to experience in advance what kind of effect it would actually have when an attribute broke through 30 points.

After adding the points, the attribute values on the panel were updated.

[Strength: 20]

[Agility: 20]

[Physique: 28]

[Spirit: 20]

Fang Cheng felt his incomparably abundant physical energy, and then walked down the Boxing ring.

He picked up the thermos cup placed on the side, infused with goji berries.

Gulp, gulp, he took a big sip.

Wiping his mouth, he raised his head to look at the conditions of the other training areas around him.

There were group classes where ordinary trainees gathered, lively doing basic movement practices.

There were also elite trainees and professional fighters kicking and hitting sandbags alone to train their physical fitness.

Fang Cheng had two sparring classes arranged for today.

The morning session was Boxing sparring with Brother Jie.

The afternoon session was an invitation from another Muay Thai fighter.

As for the Logistics Department work, it had already been taken over by newly hired employees.

The salary should be settled within these two days, and maybe it can be received on the 20th.

Fang Cheng's main task now was to focus on this promising job as a sparring partner.

"No errors, first release, internal content, check one by one!"

Usually, he didn't need to punch in for 9-to-5 attendance anymore, and could arrange his time independently.

When there was a class, he just needed to give a notice and come over to wait in advance.

Of course, there was no such thing as rotational days off from now on.

On the premise of ensuring performance, if he wanted to make more money, he would take more classes.

If he wanted to relax, he could also choose to lie flat for ten days to half a month after completing tasks.

It was considered a semi-freelance nature job.

However, the club still provided a basic salary and paid for the five insurances and one housing fund, and the benefits were quite good.

While Fang Cheng was pondering.

Coach Hu held the thermos cup with both hands and strolled over slowly.

He took a cozy sip of the goji berry tea in his cup.

Raising his head, he saw Fang Cheng standing in front of him, and glanced at the almost identical thermos cup in his hand, couldn't help feeling a bit surprised.

"Uh, A-Cheng, you're drinking goji berries too?"

Then he chuckled and said again:

"Young people are the most prone to physical weakness, they really need to nourish themselves..."

Seeing that Coach Hu's gaze was a bit strange, Fang Cheng didn't know what he meant, and only responded politely.

Coach Hu had just finished class, had nothing to do, and seeing a fellow enthusiast.

So they began to exchange various experiences and insights on health preservation and nourishment.

Fang Cheng also listened to the elder's teachings with great interest while drinking tea.

...

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Muay Thai training area.

Fang Cheng and a dark-skinned, leanly muscled fighter were training.

This time, it wasn't acting as a human sandbag, or doing offensive and defensive drills with an employer.

Instead, he first had this Muay Thai fighter plant his stance firmly and tense his muscles.

Then Fang Cheng continuously raised his legs and kicked his abdomen.

This high-intensity strike-resistance training method was very common in Muay Thai.

"Harder! Harder!"

"Use more strength, can you do it or not?"

Every time the Muay Thai fighter endured a kick, he would roar through gritted teeth, appearing extremely fierce.

Fang Cheng sighed inwardly; he didn't dare to use even a fraction more strength.

Although Muay Thai was an extremely fierce martial art—ruthless to the enemy and even more ruthless to oneself—

and Muay Thai fighters generally had hard bones and tough skin that could withstand beatings.

but Fang Cheng figured that it would probably be difficult for an ordinary person's flesh and blood to withstand a full-strength blow of 20 points of Strength.

To be honest, if it weren't for learning new skills,

being a sparring partner for ordinary professional fighters right now was not as rewarding in terms of experience as calming down and doing one hour of Shadow Boxing.

Because when sparring with people, he was always afraid that he might accidentally cause incalculable damage if he wasn't paying attention for a moment.

"When can I completely let go of my hands and feet and have a hearty, satisfying battle?"

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes condensed, and the strength of his raised leg couldn't help but increase a bit more.

Bang!

Along with a dull pounding sound, the Muay Thai fighter instantly staggered back several steps, his face turning the color of pig liver.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing this, Fang Cheng hurried forward to support him.

"I'm fine, continue!"

The Muay Thai fighter patted his chest dismissively, signaling that he was completely fine.

"Good."

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and prepared to re-establish his stance and raise his leg again.

At that exact moment, the Muay Thai fighter rubbed his abdomen, looking somewhat distressed.