Start the liver experience with push-ups

December 19th.

Three days after Goro Majima disappeared and Zheng Haokang held his guidance class.

Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

Accompanied by the rhythmic sound of boxing gloves hitting protective gear.

Two well-built fighters, wearing red and blue shorts respectively, were sparring in the boxing ring.

The red corner fighter was fierce, pressing forward relentlessly, his face flushed and covered in sweat.

The blue corner fighter moved nimbly, mainly using jabs to harass, occasionally countering with a heavy punch, still appearing quite relaxed.

"Stop, stop, that's enough!"

Suddenly, the red corner fighter raised his hand, signaling and shouting repeatedly.

Then, bending over with his hands on his knees, he gasped for breath:

"Ah Cheng, if you weren't so fit, my overhand right just now should have knocked you down."

The blue corner fighter standing opposite him was Fang Cheng, acting as a sparring partner.

He smiled slightly and said:

"It's mainly because Brother Jie held back. If this were a real match, I wouldn't be able to withstand your heavy punches to the face from the start."

Brother Jie nodded upon hearing this, seemingly agreeing with his reasonable explanation.

Actually.

Fang Cheng had been deliberately holding back during the sparring session, to avoid accidentally injuring his employer.

The hour-long sparring session, with its stops and starts, was at most a warm-up.

Of course, this was from Fang Cheng's perspective.

As for Brother Jie, a professional fighter, his body was clearly unable to handle it, and he was already exhausted.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered as he looked at the notification appearing before him.

【Boxing Experience +3】

Adding to the 4 points of experience gained during his morning practice.

The skill progress bar showed:

【Boxing lv1 (249/250)】

Seeing that he was only 1 point of experience away from breaking through, from expert level to master level.

Fang Cheng's obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in.

He immediately began to move nimbly, throwing punches one after another.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

He simply continued to practice shadow boxing on the ring.

Upon seeing this, Brother Jie immediately gave a thumbs up.

The sparring partner's physical fitness was so excellent, making him feel that his money was well spent.

But on second thought, something didn't quite feel right.

The current situation, the more he looked at it, the more he felt…

It was as if he was the hired sparring partner, and the other party was the real professional fighter?

Twenty minutes later.

【You diligently practice boxing, your skills have improved, and you have reached the master level】

【Boxing lv2 (0/500)】

【Received skill enhancement reward, 8 free attributes】

Looking at the brand new information shining before his eyes, Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally leveled up!"

His obsessive-compulsive disorder was satisfied, and he instantly felt relaxed and comfortable again.

This time, the upgrade did not produce a skill effect similar to "Iron Fist."

In other words, it all depended on luck.

To further discuss the specific upgrade situation.

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

Fighting skills were second, and the special effects were also considered relatively practical.

Life skills were the most ordinary, more inclined to auxiliary properties.

Looking at the 8 free attribute points added to the character panel.

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment.

According to past practice, he would definitely mainly add to Constitution, followed by Strength and Agility.

This approach would not only speed up stamina recovery and improve training efficiency, but also increase combat effectiveness to a certain extent.

However, recalling the strange changes in his body, and the increasingly severe hair loss he had been experiencing recently.

Fang Cheng then decided to add all of them to Constitution.

Besides ensuring that his body's recovery ability reached its highest level.

It was also to experience early on what kind of effect would occur when an attribute exceeded 30 points.

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

【Strength: 20】

【Agility: 20】

【Constitution: 28】

【Spirit: 20】

Fang Cheng felt the unparalleled energy, then walked off the boxing ring.

He picked up his thermos cup with goji berries and took a big gulp.

Wiping his mouth, he looked up at the situation in the other training areas around him.

There were group classes gathered by ordinary students, doing basic exercises lively.

There were also elite students and professional athletes kicking sandbags alone, training their physical fitness.

Fang Cheng had arranged two sparring sessions today.

The morning was spent boxing with Brother Jie.

The afternoon was an invitation from another Muay Thai fighter.

As for the logistics department work, it had been taken over by a newly recruited employee.

His salary should be settled in the next two days, and he might be able to get it on the 20th.

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

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He no longer had to clock in and out from nine to five, and could arrange his own time.

He only needed to be notified when there was a class, and come over to wait in advance.

Of course, there would be no more rotating days off in the future.

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

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

It was considered a semi-free job.

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

While Fang Cheng was thinking.

Coach Hu walked over slowly, holding a thermos cup in both hands.

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

When he raised his head, he saw Fang Cheng standing in front of him, and glanced at the almost identical thermos cup in his hand, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

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

Then he chuckled and said:

"Young people are most prone to physical weakness, they really need to replenish themselves…"

Seeing that Coach Hu's gaze was a little strange, Fang Cheng didn't know what he meant, but just responded politely.

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

So he began to exchange various experiences and insights on health 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 ground.

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

This time it wasn't about being a human sandbag, or sparring with the employer.

Instead, the Muay Thai fighter was first asked to stand firm and tense his muscles.

Then Fang Cheng would continuously raise his legs and kick his abdomen.

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

"Harder! Harder!"

"Put more effort, can you do it?"

Every time the Muay Thai fighter endured a kick, he would grit his teeth and roar, appearing extremely fierce.

Fang Cheng sighed inwardly, he didn't dare to put in any more effort.

Although Muay Thai is an extremely fierce martial art, it is ruthless to the enemy, and even more ruthless to oneself.

Muay Thai fighters also generally have hard bones and are resistant to beatings.

But Fang Cheng thought to himself, I'm afraid that ordinary people's flesh and blood would hardly be able to withstand a full 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 now would not be as good as calming down and shadow boxing for an hour to gain more experience.

Because when sparring with people, he was always afraid that he would not pay attention for a while, and accidentally cause immeasurable harm.

"When will I be able to completely let go and have a good fight?"

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and the strength of raising his legs and feet could not help but increase a bit.

Bang!

With a dull hitting sound, the Muay Thai fighter immediately staggered back several steps, his face turning liver-colored.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing this, Fang Cheng quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Yes, continue!"

The Muay Thai fighter patted his chest indifferently, indicating that he was completely fine.

"Okay."

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and prepared to stand firm and raise his legs again.

The Muay Thai fighter rubbed his abdomen at that moment, looking a little sad.