The Legend of Net King

The next day,

"Whew! ...... Whew..."

Jing Zhiguang finished a 10,000-meter cross-country run, and the weight on his body made him feel extremely heavy.

Then, without stopping, he quickly picked up the lead racket and swung it vigorously.

“1001，1002，......"

has been waving with all his might, and the heavy swing drives the air to surge,

Call!

Call!

Whistling sounds!

Mifune Irido was watching from the side, and from time to time he picked up the wine gourd and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

And then he urged loudly,

"Hurry up, when are you going to wait until that... There's another hand to train..."

This is because when Mifune Irimichi asked him which one his dominant hand was, he replied:

"My dominant hand is right-handed, but I have been playing with my left hand, and I feel that the flexibility and strength of my left hand are almost the same! "

When he heard this, the wine gourd in Mifune's hand stopped in mid-air.

"Then double your hands for me!"

Angry yelled.

So he doubled the number of swings on the plan.

Jing Zhiguang could only speed up the swing again.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally finished the number of swings today, and Jing Zhiguang, who ended the swing, only felt a sore pain in his right hand, and so did his left hand.

The two hands were as if they were gone, but they were clearly aware that the weighted bracers and the rackets in their hands were particularly heavy.

"Why, I can't bear it like this..."

Coach Mifune's words sounded again, and Jing Zhiguang raised his head to look at this bearded uncle.

"Coach, come on if there's anything else!"

The eyes were straight and determined.

"Hiccup~ It's pretty much the same, follow me!"

Mifune took a sip of wine, burped, wiped his mouth and said.

Then he turned around and left, and Jing Zhiguang immediately followed.

......

I came to a waterfall, and I saw a row of intermittent stone paths at the corner of the waterfall, and there was a stone at a distance.

"Frog jump, give him a hundred jumps back and forth!"

Mifune pointed to the waterfall not far away and said to Jing Zhiguang.

Jing Zhiguang glanced at the waterfall, it was neither tall nor short, the impact of the water flow was very large, and the stones did not slip in the water flow, and it was even more difficult to maintain balance.

Jing Zhiguang's eyes brightened even more, and such a challenging training was what he wanted.

Without saying anything more, Jing Zhiguang rushed directly to the waterfall.

Call!

As soon as he entered the waterfall, he felt a huge impact, and the weight on his body felt even heavier, as if dragging him down.

Call!

With a somewhat tired body, he jumped and ran to the other side.

Thump!

If you are not careful, you will fall into the river.

......

Call!

Thump!

Training again and again, falling again and again.

Mifune Irido looked at Jing Zhiguang, who was training seriously, and drank wine, and suddenly found that the wine gourd was empty, and smiled silently.

"I'm really looking forward to what heights he can reach..."

On this day, Jing Zhiguang was conducting such devilish training, and Mifune's entry basically did not give him any chance to stop.

Fortunately, considering that such an intense training requires a lot of nutrients, Jing Zhiguang did not let Jing Zhiguang go to the field to find the food by himself, but instead went to the drop point one kilometer away to get it.

Every time I interrupted training, it was time to eat, and at that time, Jing Zhiguang suddenly found that the food was so delicious!

......

Call!

Call!

Panting loudly, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then continued to grit his teeth and insist.

Jing Zhiguang is strict and serious about any training, and he believes that it will be effective.

......

But

Mifune's training methods are always beyond Jing Zhiguang's expectations,

Day 3,

It is a requirement to climb the cliff back and forth. You must know that climbing the cliff with bare hands is already difficult, let alone climbing down.

It's not easy, it's much harder to get down with bare hands than to climb up.

Fortunately, Mifune Norido didn't want his life yet, and he would wrap a rope around his waist just in case.

But as long as the rope moves, it will fail, and you will start over.

......

Day 4,

Let Jing Zhiguang swing his racket in the water with his weight and do push-ups.

Start with water that can only soak up to his waist, and hold on until it can reach his neck.

It is necessary to resist not only the pressure of the current, but also the impact of the river.

......

Under all kinds of high-intensity training, Jing Zhiguang's strong basic strength was fully displayed...

also made Mifune Irido have to increase Jing Zhiguang's training volume.

Looking at the increasingly progressive Jing Zhiguang, Mifune's eyes were also full of expectation.

The almost non-stop training day by day made Jing Zhiguang have no time to pay attention to other things.

And the training clothes I was wearing also began to show all kinds of holes.

......

In the middle, Coach Mifune will also have sparring training with him, of course, it is Jing Zhiguang who must accurately hit Mifune's tennis ball and hit the position designated by Coach Mifune.

The racket given to Jing Zhiguang also has only two strings, which is not a problem for Jing Zhiguang, the key is that the racket is still a tattered rotten wood that may break at any time.

It is very difficult to stack up in this way, and as the head coach of the U17, Mifune's strength is not so simple.

So Jing Zhiguang is always exhausted from training.

......

Time passed day by day in the arduous training, Jing Zhiguang's face lost that immature feeling, added a weathered sharpness, and his eyes were sharper.

The momentum on his body became more and more terrifying day by day, as if a terrifying existence was sleeping.

This kind of training may be boring and painful for ordinary people.

So those high school students think it's the devil's territory.

However, Jing Zhiguang felt very satisfied, his body muscles were not only much stronger, but also the coordination, reaction, flexibility, and control of all aspects of his body had been qualitatively improved. 5.7

Although the stats now show that there is only a 0.1 increase in stamina, he feels that he has improved a lot and can beat his previous self.

No matter which aspect of the mind, body, and technique, he is more condensed than himself who has not been trained in Mifune's initiation.

......

In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed, and Jing Zhiguang seems to have been reborn, like a sharp sword, exuding endless edge.

Jing Zhiguang's five dimensions have also improved slightly, speed: 5.5 strength: 5.5 physical strength: 5.5 technique: 6.5 spirit: 8.5,

It made him even more terrifying!

Jing Zhiguang did not hide in the eyes of Coach Mifune,

This gave him only one feeling, sharp.

Divine soldiers are natural, and one sword is wide and cold in nineteen states! _

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