Struggle in the Steam Age

"Huh——" Lawrence put the barbell on the rack, took a few breaths, and then stood up from the stool. According to the middle-aged coach's request, Lawrence has been doing it with bare hands or using various equipment for half an hour. Make a series of actions. Some sweat broke out on his face and body, soaking the front and back of the sports vest he was wearing now.

"I take my words back. It's obvious that you have been professionally trained and have been exercising consistently." The middle-aged coach looked at Lawrence with approval and said, and then asked him to take off the rubber from the shelf next to him. At the same time, he took down a shield from another shelf. "Okay, now test the next item, you attack me with the short stick in your hand."

"Attack you?" Lawrence asked curiously after getting the short stick.

"Yes, attack me with all your strength." The middle-aged coach nodded. "I'm an extraordinary person, so you don't have to worry about hurting me."

"Okay." After hearing this sentence, Lawrence nodded, and then rushed up with a short stick. It's just because he hasn't learned any fighting methods before, so he can only imitate the method on TV and swing the short stick in his hand like a knife to attack.

Ten minutes later, the coach finally stopped Lawrence and instructed him to move his arms and legs. Just as Lawrence slapped his body, the coach commented on Lawrence's actions just now.

"Very good. As a college student, your body can be said to be very strong." The coach nodded slightly, "But your combat level is equivalent to zero, so our training needs to start from the most basic."

Naturally, Lawrence had no objection to this suggestion. In fact, if he wanted, he could get some exercise methods for ordinary people from his adoptive father, but Lawrence had been just immersed in his studies before and didn't pay attention to this aspect. And if you want it now, you will definitely not be able to keep up with this expedition.

"Okay, since you agree, let's introduce each other. You can call me Coach Smith." After speaking, he stretched out a hand.

"Lawrence, please call me Lawrence." As he spoke, Lawrence reached out and shook Coach Smith's hand, and then asked, "Then how will you arrange my training next?"

"It's like this, because your physical fitness is good, so you can save time for physical exercise. Based on your requirements, I plan to start from today for a whole week, every morning from 10:00 to 11:00, and from 2:00 p.m. 00-3:30 for one-on-one training with you here."

"Of course, this kind of training is relatively expensive, and it costs three yuan a day. But I can guarantee that if you follow my requirements, one week is enough to see obvious results."

"Okay." Lawrence nodded and went directly to the front desk to pay the money, then returned to this room to start the first day of training.

Although he has never been exposed to such things as how to fight before. But because the samurai muscles and bones he acquired earlier gave Lawrence a body suitable for fighting, he quickly got started under the guidance of Coach Smith.

"Not bad, not bad. If this goes on like this, I'm sure it will take you a week to master how to fight." After the exercise, the coach applied a special medicated oil to Lawrence's body to help him absorb it through massage, and at the same time told him A few caveats. "Remember to rest quickly when you go back, and eat more when you eat, preferably more meat."

"Thank you." Although I only taught some very simple combat moves today, Lawrence felt that he was much stronger than before, and now he was very much looking forward to the next training that would bring him greater changes.

After taking a shower and changing clothes in the exclusive bathroom, Lawrence left the fighting club and returned to his residence. On the way back, he bought three breads with beef and cheese and a carton full of vegetable salad in a food store to fill his stomach.

"I feel much more comfortable after eating." Lawrence thought when he was slowly returning to his residence. to the body."

"However, it is quite expensive to eat like this. It costs 24 cents for a meal. Fortunately, this training only lasts for seven days, and at the same time, I got a lot of money from Baron Gonzalez. Otherwise, this way of eating It’s definitely unbearable economically.”

In the next few days, Lawrence came here on time every day to learn fighting. What Coach Smith taught him was a fighting technique practiced by the military's elite troops. This fighting technique has the advantages of simple movements, high lethality, and good versatility. Only this top fighting club will be allowed to teach this technique.

Of course, this fighting technique is not without its shortcomings, the biggest of which is the high requirement on the physical fitness of the user. For example, Lawrence's current physical fitness can be regarded as very good among ordinary people, but when he is learning this set of fighting skills, he can only barely understand the introductory part.

Even so, after seven days passed, Lawrence could feel that his level of unarmed and dagger fighting was no less than that of soldiers who had been trained for several months in his previous life, only that he lacked experience.

In addition to this improvement in fighting skills, Lawrence has another important gain in these seven days of training, that is, through the study of fighting, he has thoroughly mastered the talent of a warrior.

The warrior's muscles and bones are inherently a kind of physical strengthening talent related to combat, so after seven days of corresponding study, Lawrence successfully developed the true potential of this talent. Of course, he was also embarrassed to find that he used this talent before like a baboon wielding a rifle as a stick.

"I'll take a good rest in the next three days, so that I can meet this adventure in the best condition." Lawrence thought when he came out of the fighting club and walked down the steps on the last afternoon. "At this time, we must learn to combine work and rest, instead of practicing desperately under tension so that we can't use our strength when we actually play."

After going to the roadside food store he visited a few days ago for extra food as usual, Lawrence walked slowly towards his residence. Because the distance between the club and the residence is only three or four stops, he has always chosen to walk back to the residence during this time. On the one hand, it allows him to digest after eating, and on the other hand, he can take a look at this magical world.

The whole city as a whole is very similar to the street scenes of those cities in the earliest video records of humans that I watched from video sites in my previous life, but I occasionally met very few non-human creatures on the road and some magical creatures led by rich people They kept reminding him that this is not the earth.

With a little emotion, Lawrence turned from the main street to the small road leading to the tavern as usual. It's just that after he walked forward for a while as usual, he suddenly heard a mess of footsteps approaching him quickly from behind.