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A bright and spacious training hall.

Fang Cheng, carrying a cardboard box, walked past the French windows.

Outside was a bustling scene of traffic and towering skyscrapers.

Looking back inside, one could see energetic and passionate figures everywhere.

Some were lifting barbell plates, doing strength training, while others were diligently striking punching bags and sandbags.

The sounds of "Hey-ha" and "Hu-ha" echoed continuously.

Mixed with the smell of sweat in the air, it gave people a feeling of excitement.

However, it was now working hours.

Fang Cheng suppressed his eager thoughts and quickly walked towards an area covered with soft mats.

More than a dozen new students in blue training uniforms were doing stretching exercises like back bends and leg presses.

"Warm-up is over, now let's begin the formal teaching."

Coach Xu's distinctive loud voice rang out as he stood in front and clapped his hands.

His gaze swept over the hurriedly lined-up students, among whom were some delicate and weak female faces, panting for breath.

His originally quite stern, square face couldn't help but soften slightly.

"San Da is a comprehensive unarmed combat fighting sport."

At the beginning of the class, according to convention, the most basic martial arts theory needs to be explained first.

Although the things in the cardboard box were not too heavy, running back and forth from the warehouse to the training hall more than a dozen times was already quite tiring.

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling okay, with no sweat on his forehead.

Compared to carrying gas tanks upstairs at home, where he had to rest after each floor, this was undoubtedly a great improvement.

After his physique increased to 12 points, this little amount of exercise was really a piece of cake.

"When my strength also breaks through 10 points, I can probably lift a gas tank with one hand, not losing to those strong movers, right?"

Thinking of the "great enemy" that once made him lose his masculine face, Fang Cheng couldn't help but glance at the panel.

[You carried heavy objects for 6 minutes, strength increased by 0.001]

[You carried heavy objects for 6 minutes, strength increased by 0.001]

… … … … … …

Several prompt messages floated across his eyes in sequence.

Looking at the progress bar in the attribute column, his strength had reached the critical point of 99%.

Fang Cheng felt a little excited inside.

When all four dimensions of his attributes exceed 10 points, he should be more than qualified to be a sparring partner with this physique.

"However, there's no rush for now…"

Closing the panel, Fang Cheng turned his gaze to Xu Mao Cai, who was lecturing.

As an employee of the logistics department, and also the coach's actual assistant, he had a lot of miscellaneous work to do.

If it weren't for other intentions in his heart.

The work in the marketing department would actually be relatively easier and have more development prospects.

But, this is not what Fang Cheng truly wants to pursue…

Xu Mao Cai was still talking about the key points of the course at this moment.

"The basic techniques of San Da include boxing, kicking, wrestling, and grappling."

"In the future, in addition to learning related techniques, we will conduct physical training for half an hour before each class."

"Although these trainings are relatively tiring, they are very beneficial for developing body coordination and flexibility, and also meet the needs of you girls for weight loss and fat burning."

He encouraged the female students with weaker physiques.

Finally, after a slight pause, he said solemnly:

"Next, I will demonstrate the most basic boxing and kicking techniques once. Watch carefully."

Fang Cheng had just finished tidying up the boxes at this time.

Seeing this, he stood on the sidelines, his eyes fixed on Xu Mao Cai, who was demonstrating the basic skills of San Da.

Although it was just a simple demonstration, it could still be seen that his punches and kicks were powerful, and his movements were clean and neat, without any sloppiness.

Straight punch, smash punch, hook punch, whip punch…

Pushing kick, thrust kick, sweep kick, whip kick…

Each punch or kick instantly moved the clothes, making a crisp and powerful whooshing sound.

Especially when the whip kick with the greatest force was thrown out, it would even explode like a firecracker.

This move immediately shocked the audience.

Several young people, who had been a little lax and focused all their attention on the female students, instantly perked up.

As if seeing a vision of themselves learning the same kung fu in the future, using it to impress girls.

Fang Cheng's eyes were different, and he was also faintly excited.

He had previously heard rumors that Zheng Hao Kang's enlightenment coach in learning San Da at the club was Xu Mao Cai.

Now it seems that what was said is true.

This is definitely a hidden master of fighting.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel fortunate for his choice.

The afternoon before yesterday, after he proposed to Xu Mao Cai his request to intern in the San Da department, he also explained the obstacles that Manager Li had.

Compared to the manager with the highest position, the head coach is only a front-line manager and teacher.

But in reality, they have more say.

Because they are not only club employees, but also partners, enjoying certain incentive equity.

Now the competition between the boxing, San Da, Jiu-Jitsu, and Karate departments is fierce.

Fang Cheng's joining is equivalent to a capable general from the enemy camp defecting to their own camp, and the situation is changing.

Coach Xu naturally went all out, quickly helping to sort out the personnel relations and smoothly solve all the problems.

As for how Manager Li would view it?

He can only disappoint his good intentions of cultivating him…

After the demonstration, the next thing is the content of the action breakdown.

Xu Mao Cai's teaching style is relatively pragmatic.

He first picked the most popular and cool action, the whip kick, and asked the students to try to imitate it on their own with their memory.

Then, he pointed out the problems existing in each person one by one and corrected them.

Finally, he re-demonstrated it in slow motion.

In this way, the basic stance, coordination of body footwork, and how to find the point of attack were explained in great detail.

Fang Cheng watched the scene on the field with rapt attention, constantly simulating and practicing in his mind.

He memorized every word and every action of the coach without missing a single detail.

"Sanda techniques are not difficult; what's important is physical reserve and on-the-spot feeling."

After breaking down the basic fist techniques and leg techniques, Xu Mao Cai looked at the group of students whose movements were still crooked and awkward, and said with a matter-of-fact tone:

"After you go back, review today's content several times. Next class, we will continue to do consolidation exercises targeting the basics."

The whole class lasted about an hour and a half, ending before they knew it.

Xu Mao Cai turned around and nodded to Fang Cheng, who was waiting behind.

Fang Cheng had just withdrawn from his focused state, and immediately understood, walking towards a pile of cardboard boxes that had been placed on the edge of the field.

Opening the seals, inside were brand new packaged boxing gloves, headgear, mouthguards, chest protectors, leg guards, and other protective gear.

Fang Cheng distributed them one by one to each student according to the sizes marked on the list.

These were all included in the expensive tuition fees.

Because long-term use would be stained with sweat, it is easy to breed bacteria and spread diseases.

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Therefore, students need to bring their own protective gear, replace it regularly, and do a good job in cleaning and hygiene.

Distribution and registration completed.

Watching the several female students who greeted him warmly and then left.

Then looking down at the small notes that were stuffed into his pocket again.

A trace of helplessness appeared on Fang Cheng's face.

Most of the people in this class were recruited by him when he was handing out flyers.

Therefore, the customer relationship was quite harmonious.

Since he started fitness training, Fang Cheng realized that he was becoming more and more popular with the opposite sex.

Every time he looked in the mirror, he had a similar feeling.

His facial features had not changed significantly, but his temperament was completely different.

If he used to be a somewhat fragile-looking pretty boy, leaning towards the non-mainstream aesthetic of being pale, delicate, and thin.

Then now, he can completely be described with words like "vigorous and spirited" and "handsome and elegant."

The talent of "beauty", coupled with the unique temperament brought by fitness, made his charm soar a lot.

If he develops six-pack abs, the lethality will probably be even more difficult to control.

"Being too handsome actually has a lot of troubles…"

Fang Cheng shook his head and sighed slightly, tidying up the venue.

But he was in a very good mood.

This day was busy and fulfilling.

Not to mention the skill experience gained from morning exercise.

During work hours, he also got a free Sanda class worth thousands of yuan.

Every day there are new gains, and life is naturally full of motivation for progress.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

As night fell, the lights came on in the rain.

After work hours, the hustle and bustle gradually faded away, and the sweat evaporated.

In the silent training hall, the central air conditioning had already been turned off.

Two or three spotlights illuminated a lonely shadow doing exercise.

The darkness and cold outside became more and more intense.

Fang Cheng stood upright with his feet on the cold plastic floor.

Suddenly, his center of gravity shifted backward, his right foot pushed off the ground, his knee bent and lifted.

Whoosh!

His toes hooked, and his entire leg, with its muscles taut, instantly stretched out like a machine spring, kicking out in a straight line.

The entire side kick movement was clean and neat, without any stagnation or deformation.

It seemed that even if a bowl of water was placed on his toes, it probably wouldn't spill.

"The side kick should be considered entry-level."

Fang Cheng stood still, muttering to himself:

"Next, I'll practice the roundhouse kick…"

Then he moved his feet and re-assumed his fighting stance.

He deliberately stayed alone at the end to find the feeling of the class and practice what he had learned.

The basic fist techniques of Sanda are similar to those of boxing, only the names are different.

After a little practice, Fang Cheng focused his main energy on the basic leg techniques.

At this moment, his eyes were calm, and in front of him seemed to appear the shadow of Coach Xu demonstrating Sanda techniques in class.

At the same time, his brain was like an efficiently operating machine, directing his body to make precise imitation movements according to memory.

His upper body turned to the left, his right foot pushed off the ground, and his center of gravity shifted to his left foot.

Subsequently, the quadriceps muscle of his right leg drove his knee to lift up.

At the same time, with his waist as the axis, he rotated and exerted force a second time, buckling his knee, straightening his knee, and kicking out his leg.

At the beginning, Fang Cheng felt a little awkward twisting his waist and sending his hips, and his center of gravity was slightly unstable.

Thanks to the training effect of squats on his waist, abdomen, and thighs, he quickly adjusted and adapted.

He constantly repeated the movement of kicking out his leg into the air, moving closer to the most perfect standard in his memory.

Step up, lift your knee, rotate, kick, retract.

Step up, lift your knee, rotate, kick, retract.

… … … … … …

The movements became more and more skilled, the posture became more and more coordinated, and the speed of kicking became faster and faster.

Pa!

The roundhouse kick suddenly and unexpectedly made a crisp cracking sound.

At the same time, a prompt message appeared in front of him.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your strength has been improved]

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up, revealing a hint of joy.

His strength finally broke through to 10 points.

At the same time, it also made his leg power instantly get a significant improvement.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng turned his gaze to the black leather sandbag used by the students for training.

His eyes were extremely hot, like staring at a lover he had coveted for a long time.

Whoosh!

His right foot kicked out again, his calf swung horizontally like a heavy whip, bringing up a strong wind.

With a "bang", the back of his foot hit the sandbag hard!

This kick was extremely powerful.

The 90-kilogram sandbag hanging in the air also trembled violently a few times.

The sound of the impact was like a muffled cannon exploding, echoing around the hall for a long time.