rebirth of cataclysm

Hu Mingchen stared at the red sandbag and kicked and punched it boringly from morning to night every day. After two days, his wrist guards and gloves were broken, and after three days, his foot guards were also broken.

On the fourth day, both of Hu Mingchen's hands were beaten and bleeding. However, seeing that the sandbag was still hanging there unbreakably, Hu Mingchen was so anxious that he got some medical tape and dipped it in a circle, then put on his wrist braces and continued.

beat.

It is Pei Qiang's hard and fast rule to smash this sandbag within a week.

On the sixth day, the second pair of wrist guards were also broken, and the second set of foot guards were also kicked to pieces. His hands had blood clots that had solidified and been broken, solidified and then broken. His feet, from the insteps

When it comes to the calf, it has become red, swollen and bruised from being kicked by the sandbag, and the muscles are pinched and hard.

In order to punch more punches on the sandbag, Hu Mingchen's punching speed has become faster and faster, and he can even punch more than six consecutive punches in one second.

"This punching bag of yours looks relatively new. Have you not hit it seriously these past few days?" On the morning of the seventh day, Pei Qiang came to Hu Mingchen's boxing practice.

"My conscience...I have beaten it...as if it were the enemy who killed my father. I wish I could bite it to bits with my teeth...even its wrist guards."

They're such a bad couple, how could they not be serious?" Hu Mingchen gasped.

"Then why does it seem to me that this sandbag has not changed much?" Hu Mingchen glanced at the new wristband on Hu Mingchen's hand and said.

Hu Mingchen wiped the sweat on his head with a towel: "That only shows that the quality of this sandbag is good. I have tried my best. I stare at this place every day and fight for at least fifteen hours. My ability is

This is the limit.”

"If that's the case, then your limit is too easy." After saying that, Pei Qiang punched the sandbag. The sandbag was hit hard and began to swing violently.

The sandbag swung up and was about to swing back when Pei Qiang turned around and kicked the sandbag that was about to swing down. As a result, the sandbag swung even higher.

Pei Qiang's series of two actions made Hu Mingchen speechless.

A sandbag weighing over three hundred kilograms, he could hit it so high with just one punch and one kick. How powerful is that?

"How did you do it?" Hu Mingchen asked dumbfounded.

"Didn't you see it just now? Did you get mosquitoes in your eyes?" Pei Qiang clapped his hands coolly, blocking the swinging sandbag and calming him down.

"I think I saw it, but...it's easy for you to sit up. I don't know what skills you have to do it." Hu Mingchen scratched his head and said.

"First of all, it's the standing position. The two feet must be in front of and behind, between the legs...and the waist strength. Just relying on the strength of the hands is not enough...every time

When punching, you must also make good use of your waist strength. It can at least increase the strength of your punch by 50%. Also, try to let you out.

Every punch is a straight punch, and only straight punches have the greatest power... Look at your legs, you must use your right foot much more often than your left foot, you must learn to use both

Both legs should be used proficiently, and even the kicking force of the left leg should not be much lower than that of the right leg." Pei Qiang explained to Hu Mingchen with gestures.

"Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, why didn't you tell me before and let me waste six days of effort?" Hu Mingchen said sweating.

"I thought you were smart enough to figure it out on your own. Boxing is not just about brute strength, but also about using your brain and skills." Pei Qiang said calmly.

Hu Mingchen is so depressed, all this is nothing.

"Brother Shan didn't teach you this before?" Pei Qiang asked.

"He didn't teach me how to fight with sandbags, and we didn't have any sandbags at all. He only taught me how to fight in actual combat," Hu Mingchen replied.

"Actual combat? Hmm." Pei Qiang nodded, "Wait until you smash this sandbag, and then we'll see how your actual combat strength is."

After saying that, Pei Qiang left again, leaving Hu Mingchen stupidly on the spot again.

Hu Mingchen looked at Pei Qiang's leaving back with complicated eyes, threw the towel aside, and followed what he said, and began to get into a posture and continue to hit his own sandbag.

Not to mention, according to the method taught by Pei Qiang, Hu Mingchen could indeed feel that the power of his punches had increased a lot, and even the swing range of the sandbag was obviously larger.

However, in Hu Mingchen's view, it was almost impossible to smash this sandbag within today. Even though he had limited the scope of the attack to a small area, after six or seven days,

At that location, it felt like it had only been held back a little bit, and there was no sign of breaking. The layer of skin on the surface was still intact.

Despite this, Hu Mingchen did not dare to slack off at all, and was even more unwilling to give up. No matter what, he must persist until the last minute and second, just in case a miracle occurs.

Even if I didn't finish it in the end, at least I tried my best, and at least I didn't give up until the last moment.

Time passed by, and Hu Mingchen was beaten from morning to afternoon, and from afternoon to evening. His hands and feet were numb from the beating and he lost consciousness, but he was still beating in a precise manner, as if he was doing it endlessly and mechanically.

Repeated and repeated actions.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the lights-out signal has been blown, and the boxing gym is still making a dull "bang bang" sound.

After a dozen punches in a row, Hu Mingchen sat weakly on the ground, gasping for air.

After wiping his sweat, he put his hands on the ground and looked up at the sandbag. Hu Mingchen was really a little discouraged. It seemed that it was impossible to beat the sandbag to pieces. No matter how much he tried to exert force on it, he would not know how to beat it.

It took countless punches and kicks, but its changes were basically the same as when he first saw it.

You know, when Hu Mingchen was at home, he was the one who tied books to trees and beat him. His punches were hard in comparison, but after a few days, the result was still the same, which made Hu Mingchen unable to gain confidence even if he wanted to.

Could it be possible that it would be broken in the next hour or so? Hu Mingchen shook his head in disbelief.

After picking up the kettle and taking a sip of water, Hu Mingchen got up again.

He took a deep breath, moved his arms, and continued to punch out.

No matter what, Hu Mingchen only has one belief now, that is, to do his best and obey fate. Whether it will die or not is no longer within Hu Mingchen's control.

After playing for more than an hour, it was almost twelve o'clock, which meant that the seven-day deadline was about to expire.

"Ah! Why can't it be broken?" Hu Mingchen hugged the sandbag with frustrated hands and pressed his sweaty head on the sandbag.

Master, it seems that I have no choice but to lose this person to you. There are only two minutes left, and there is no way he can be beaten. Hu Mingchen thought to himself very annoyed.

It seemed that tonight was the last night in this camp. Hu Mingchen decided to pack his bags after returning to the dormitory and leave in despair early tomorrow morning.

Hu Mingchen no longer dared to expect Pei Qiang to drive him, and he didn't seem to have the nerve to make such a request.

Pushing away the sandbag, Hu Mingchen took off his wristband, wiped his forehead with a towel and put it on his shoulders. He turned around, opened it, and left the boxing gym to go back.

But just after taking two steps, Hu Mingchen stopped, turned around and stared at the sandbag that had made him a disgraceful failure, with an inexplicable hatred welling up in his heart.

Most people's hatred is directed at a certain person, but Hu Mingchen's hatred was directed at a sandbag.

Suddenly, Hu Mingchen thought of the two moves Pei Qiang showed in front of him this morning, and he was filled with anger. He rushed over and punched the sandbag with all the strength in his body. Then when the sandbag was rising and about to fall, he jumped up and kicked it hard.

A hard side kick in the same spot.

The sandbag that was about to hem continued to rise a little, almost becoming horizontal.

After using up all his strength, Hu Mingchen landed and took a step back.

Because the sandbag was raised high, it swung back and forth in a wide range, making it appear to be flying and jumping, but it was still not broken.

The desperate Hu Mingchen picked up the wristbands and towels on the ground and walked towards the door of the boxing gym. He knew that he had lost and any extravagant hopes were outweighed.

When Hu Mingchen returned to the dormitory, he stood under the faucet and poured cold water for a long time. It was not because he was hot, but because he felt that if his head was showered with cold water more often, he would feel better. It can be understood that he was using this method to punish him.

Even though I tried my best, I still felt unforgivable.

After taking a cold shower, Hu Mingchen packed up his luggage one by one, and then went to bed with difficulty.

On the first day he came here, Hu Mingchen couldn't sleep all night. He was about to leave. Hu Mingchen was tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep.

As soon as you close your eyes, scenes of torture and training will come to your eyes.

For more than twenty days, Hu Mingchen sweated in buckets in this military camp and suffered countless injuries. He bled more than once, but he never shed tears.

But when he was about to leave, for some reason, Hu Mingchen silently shed a line of tears from the corner of his eyes. This line of tears contained Hu Mingchen's twenty days of hard work and dedication, as well as his huge gains and extreme unwillingness.

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After returning, he hoped that the master could forgive him for his apprentice's incompetence. Whether he scolded or punished him in other ways, Hu Mingchen made up his mind and accepted it happily.

Throughout the night, Hu Mingchen thought a lot, and mixed emotions surged up one after another.

At half past five, the wake-up call sounded, and Hu Mingchen got up from the bed. After washing, he picked up his luggage and quietly went downstairs.

Logically speaking, even if he was leaving, Hu Mingchen should say hello to Pei Qiang. However, Hu Mingchen decided to leave first. This greeting was a bit difficult for him to say.

"What are you doing?" Hu Mingchen met Pei Qiang as soon as he came downstairs.

"It's time for me to go back. I know myself. I'm sorry, I didn't smash that sandbag." Hu Mingchen lowered his head and said.

"Did I ever say that if you can't beat me, get out? Are you self-aware or are you just a deserter?" Pei Qiang asked.

Huh? Hu Mingchen was dumbfounded. But when he thought about it carefully, Pei Qiang really didn't say anything like that.