Start the liver experience with push-ups

On the karate dojo.

Two figures stood facing each other.

Fang Cheng held a red, rectangular kicking pad.

Coach Shen stood three meters away, performing leg kicks and hip twists.

Surrounding them was a group of spectators who didn't mind adding to the excitement.

Coach Shen said he wanted to test Fang Cheng's ability to withstand blows.

And instead of having elite students conduct the assessment as in the past, he would act as the sparring partner himself, showing how much he valued it.

The head coach of a department actually taking to the field made this assessment even more eye-catching.

Xu Mao Cai suddenly walked to Fang Cheng's side and whispered in his ear:

Shen Haoming stood opposite him, his gaze sweeping over, vaguely revealing a hint of playfulness.

He was the head coach of the karate department, and also a close friend of Manager Li.

Because Fang Cheng rejected Manager Li's invitation and instead joined Xu Mao Cai's camp, with whom he had always been at odds, the two sides had become mutually resentful and things had become quite unpleasant.

This sparring assessment happened to coincide with this, so of course he would not let it go so easily.

Shen Haoming personally took to the field, his purpose being to make Fang Cheng suffer a little more.

Ideally, he would kick him hard enough to cause internal injuries, which would both vent his anger for Manager Li and provide a legitimate reason to reject the application.

Although Fang Cheng had already demonstrated physical qualities beyond ordinary people through the previous push-up test.

But being a sparring partner isn't just about being physically strong.

Shen Haoming had won the Karate World Championship, and although he had retired for many years, his fighting power had not diminished much.

Dealing with this kind of amateur was a piece of cake, wasn't it?

Thinking of this, Shen Haoming immediately focused his gaze, his eyes becoming sharp and concentrated.

He then adopted the four-square stance of karate, turning sideways to face Fang Cheng, his right foot's tiger toes grinding on the floor.

"Ready?"

"Okay—"

Fang Cheng had just nodded when he saw a figure suddenly rushing towards him like a gust of wind.

Just as the two of them were talking, Shen Haoming had already twisted his waist, raised his foot, and started accumulating power.

He took a few quick steps forward, using the force of his right foot to push off the ground, his body rising into the air, delivering a flying kick.

The most powerful leg techniques in karate include the Three Moon Kick and the Sacrifice Kick.

But in terms of the greatest vertical impact force, it must be the "Flying Side Kick."

That is, the flying side kick in Sanshou!

He used his ultimate move right from the start, simply treating Fang Cheng as a human target that wouldn't move.

Fang Cheng clenched his fists, firmly gripping the loops of the kicking pad, raising it above his chest.

Bang!

Even through the soft pad, the huge impact still penetrated the foam filling, transmitting to his arms, shoulders, and even the internal organs of his chest.

Fang Cheng's whole body shook, and he quickly took half a step back.

This slightly reduced the impact energy, resisting this powerful flying kick.

At the same time, it also demonstrated the solidity and stability of his lower body.

Hundreds of squats every day were not for nothing!

Fang Cheng withstood the kick, his eyes darting quickly.

He saw that when Shen Haoming's legs landed, his whole body was full of openings and vulnerabilities.

In an instant, he wanted to immediately drop the kicking pad, grab his waist and legs, and give him a hard back throw.

But on second thought, Fang Cheng suppressed this urge.

When learning martial arts, you must first learn to take a beating, and this is even more true when being a sparring partner.

Shen Haoming re-established his stance and quickly adjusted his steps.

Seeing that Fang Cheng had not been kicked away by his heavy kick, he couldn't help but frown, and wanted to continue attacking.

At this time, a surprised voice of doubt rang out from the sidelines.

"Old Shen, how much strength did you actually use just now?"

"Didn't you eat enough? You made such a big show, and that's it? That's it?"

The other coaches immediately surged forward, surrounding the two of them, expressing their opinions.

Seeing that Shen Haoming had even used moves like the flying kick, but Fang Cheng still seemed calm and unhurried.

They couldn't help but suspect that this old boy was deliberately holding back and cheating.

Or was he just showing off his graceful leg techniques in front of everyone?

Shen Haoming took a deep breath, staring intently at Fang Cheng.

Then, he smiled slightly and said:

"Young man, not bad, able to withstand half of my strength."

The other coaches immediately understood, nodding their heads and praising him a few words.

Saying that Shen Haoming's kick could break a training stake as thick as a bowl, and being able to withstand half of his strength with protective gear, his performance could be said to be very excellent.

Even among professional athletes, he would definitely be considered above average.

Fang Cheng was a little surprised to hear this.

Half of his strength was already so great, if he used his full strength, he would probably really be kicked away.

Top professional athletes are so terrifying… …

Fang Cheng took a slight breath of cold air, and then his blood surged, becoming even more excited.

The look in his eyes as he stared at Shen Haoming made him unable to help but turn his head away from the overly hot gaze.

"This should be considered passing the assessment, right?"

A coach who quite cherished talent asked for Fang Cheng.

"How about testing his punching power next? There's a punching power tester over there."

Another Muay Thai coach who was dark and thin seemed to be not quite satisfied.

Xu Mao Cai quickly retorted:

"He's not a boxer, why test those things?"

"Old Xu, you're wrong about that."

Coach Hu suddenly interjected: "With Fang Cheng's physical qualities, it would be more than enough to participate in professional competitions."

Xu Mao Cai asked coldly: "Are you prepared to fund his training?"

Coach Hu smiled awkwardly upon hearing this:

"If Fang Cheng were younger, it would be possible, but now I think it's quite suitable for him to be a sparring partner."

Participating in professional competitions is not as simple as just registering, then going on stage to beat an opponent and win a prize.

The initial preparation costs include the salaries of professional coaches, physical trainers, sparring partners, nutritionists, physiotherapists, and other team members, as well as the equipment and venue rental costs for daily training.

In addition, you need to purchase high-value health insurance yourself to cope with accidental injuries that may occur during the competition.

Otherwise, you will not even have the qualifications to register and participate in the competition.

To be honest, every famous boxer can be seen as walking gold of equal weight.

Since the coaching team unanimously recognized Fang Cheng's performance.

Shen Haoming did not continue to be unconventional and deliberately make things difficult.

He very readily signed his name on the personnel agreement.

The surrounding crowd dispersed with some discussion.

Those waiting for class continued to wait, and those exercising their physical fitness continued to exercise.

Xu Mao Cai patted Fang Cheng on the shoulder, gave him a word of encouragement, and then left.

The coaches left one after another.

Fang Cheng also walked towards the changing room, surrounded by several colleagues from the logistics department.

His body had sweated a little, and since he didn't have any classes for the time being, he could take a shower and relax first.

On the karate dojo.

Only Shen Haoming was left standing in place, motionless for a long time.

Seeing the people gradually walking away, he suddenly twisted his right toe quickly, his mouth twitched, and he gasped.

"Hiss—"

As if his sole had stepped on a nail, Shen Haoming's face showed a bitter expression.

The flying side kick just now was indeed performed elegantly.

But when he kicked the kicking pad, it felt like he had hit an iron lump hidden in the shock-absorbing layer.

If it weren't for maintaining the demeanor of an expert, the pain almost made him cry out.

"Is this kid's fist not made of flesh?"

Shen Haoming's face was speechless.

With his many years of fighting experience, he didn't need to look down to see that his sole was definitely going to be bruised.