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Chapter 64: Chapter 62 Boxing Upgrade
December 19th.
Shijima Gorou disappeared, three days after Zheng Haokang hosted a coaching session.
Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.
Bang!
Bang bang bang!
Accompanied by rhythmic sounds of punching gloves hitting protective gear.
Two muscular athletes, dressed in red and blue shorts respectively, face off in a sparring exercise on the boxing ring.
The red fighter’s punches are fierce and aggressive, pushing forward step by step, his face now flushed red and dripping with sweat.
The blue fighter moves with agility, mainly harassing with jabs, and occasionally counterattacking with a heavy punch, still looking quite relaxed.
"Stop, stop, that’s enough!"
Suddenly, the red fighter raised his hand to signal, shouting repeatedly.
Then bending over, hands resting on his knees, gasping heavily:
"Ah Cheng, if you weren’t so fit, my last Swing Punch should have knocked you down."
The opponent in blue, who was acting as the sparring partner, was none other than Fang Cheng.
He smiled slightly and said:
"It’s mainly because Brother Jie showed mercy. If we were really in a match, I wouldn’t be able to block your heavy punches from the start."
Brother Jie nodded, seemingly agreeing that it made sense.
In fact.
During the sparring, Fang Cheng had been deliberately holding back to avoid accidentally injuring his employer.
An hour of sparring, on and off, the intensity was at most akin to a warm-up.
Of course, that was for Fang Cheng personally.
For professional fighter Brother Jie, his body was clearly not up to it, already exhausted to the point of collapsing.
Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered as he looked at the prompt message appearing before him.
[Boxing experience +3]
Adding to the 4 points of experience gained from this morning’s training.
The skill progress bar displayed:
[Boxing lv1 (249/250)]
Seeing that he was only 1 point short of breaking through to reach a master level from an expert level.
Fang Cheng’s obsession flared up instantly.
He immediately started moving lightly on his feet, throwing punches in succession, one after the other.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Might as well continue practicing Air Attack on the ring.
Seeing this, Brother Jie immediately gave a thumbs up.
The physical condition of the sparring partner was so excellent, he felt his money was well spent.
But on second thought, it didn’t quite add up.
The way this was going, the more he observed, the more it seemed...
It was as if he was the one hired to spar, and the other person was actually the real professional athlete.
Twenty minutes later.
[Your diligent boxing training has advanced your skill, reaching master level]
[Boxing lv2 (0/500)]
[Skill Enhancement Reward Received, 8 Free Attributes]
Staring at the dazzling new message before him, Fang Cheng breathed out softly.
"Finally leveled up!"
Having satisfied his obsession, he immediately felt more relaxed and at ease.
This upgrade did not show up with a skill effect similar to ’Iron Fist’.
Most of the time, enhancement rewards were more or fewer attribute points.
As for skill effects, they were akin to drawing cards in a game, involving a bit of luck.
To put it another way, it was completely a matter of luck.
If delving further into the specifics of upgrading.
Fitness-related skills clearly offer the most attribute points and have higher potential for special effects growth.
Combat skills come next, with relatively practical types of effects.
Lifestyle skills are the most common and more supportive in nature.
Looking at the 8 Free Attributes added on the character panel.
Fang Cheng pondered for a moment.
Following the usual practice, he would mainly add to Constitution, followed by Strength and Agility.
Such action would not only accelerate physical recovery and improve training efficiency but also enhance combat effectiveness to a certain extent.
However, recalling the strange changes occurring in his body and the increasingly severe hair loss issues.
Fang Cheng decided to allocate all the points to Constitution.
Not only to ensure that the body’s recovery ability reaches its maximum potential.
But also to experience sooner what effects would manifest when an attribute surpasses 30 points.
After allocating the points, the attribute values on the panel were updated.
[Strength: 20]
[Agility: 20]
[Constitution: 28]
[Spirit: 20]
Fang Cheng felt an abundance of energy and then stepped down from the boxing ring.
He picked up a thermos cup on the side, steeping with goji berries.
Gulping down a big mouthful.
He wiped his mouth and looked up at the other training areas around him.
There were group classes with ordinary students, bustling with basic movement drills.
And there were elite students and professional players punching bags alone, training their physical condition.
Fang Cheng had two sparring classes scheduled for today.
In the morning, he sparred in boxing with Brother Jie.
In the afternoon, there was an invitation from another Muay Thai fighter.
As for the administrative work, it was taken over by a newly recruited employee.
The salary should be settled in a few days, perhaps available on the 20th.
Now, Fang Cheng’s main task was to focus on the promising job of sparring.
He didn’t need to clock in from nine to five anymore and could arrange his time independently.
He just needed to notify in advance and come early when there were classes.
Of course, there would be no concept of rotating shifts in the future.
If he wanted to earn more under the premise of ensuring performance, he could take more classes.
If he wanted a break, he could also choose to lie flat for ten days or half a month after completing tasks.
It was a semi-flexible job.
Though the club still provided a basic salary and social security benefits, which were quite decent.
While Fang Cheng was thinking.
Coach Hu leisurely strolled over with a thermos cup in both hands.
He leisurely sipped the goji berry tea from the cup.
When he looked up and saw Fang Cheng standing in front of him and then glanced at the almost identical thermos in his hand, he was a bit surprised.
"Uh, Ah Cheng, you’ve also started drinking goji berries?"
He chuckled, then added:
"Youngsters are most prone to physical weakness, indeed need to replenish..."
Seeing that Coach Hu’s gaze was a bit strange, Fang Cheng didn’t know his intention, just politely responded.
Coach Hu had just finished his class and had nothing to do, seeing a fellow enthusiast.
So they started exchanging various experiences about health and nourishment.
Fang Cheng also showed interest in sipping tea while listening to the elder’s teachings.
.........
Two o’clock in the afternoon.
Muay Thai training area.
Fang Cheng and a dark-skinned, muscular fighter were training.
This time it was not about being a human punching bag or practicing attack and defense with an employer.
Instead, it allowed the Muay Thai fighter to firm up his stance and tense his muscles.
Then Fang Cheng continued to kick the fighter’s abdomen without stopping.
This intense resistance training method was very common in Muay Thai.
"Harder! Harder!"
"Put more effort into it, can you?"
Each time the Muay Thai fighter took a kick, he would grit his teeth and roar, looking extremely fierce.
Fang Cheng sighed inwardly. He dared not exert any more force.
Although Muay Thai is an extremely fierce martial art, harsh on enemies and even harsher on oneself.
Muay Thai fighters generally have tough bones and can endure rough beating.
But Fang Cheng mused, a common person’s flesh and blood might hardly withstand a full-force strike with 20 strength points.
Honestly speaking, if not for learning new skills,
being a sparring partner for ordinary professional players now might not be as rewarding as spending an hour practicing Air Attack on his own and gaining more experience.
Because while sparring with people, he always feared inadvertently causing immeasurable harm due to a lapse in concentration.
"When will I be able to fully unleash myself and have a hearty battle?"
Thinking this, Fang Cheng’s gaze sharpened, and the force in his legs and feet unknowingly increased a bit.
Bang!
With a muffled strike, the Muay Thai fighter staggered back several steps, his face contorted as if his liver was in pain.
"Can you handle it?"
Seeing this, Fang Cheng hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
"I can, keep going!"
The Muay Thai fighter, seemingly carefree, patted his chest, indicating he was completely fine.
"Alright."
Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and positioned himself to kick again.
The Muay Thai fighter, in that instant, rubbed his abdomen, looking a bit distressed.
