December 10th, Thursday.
Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Two shadows on the ring chased each other, agile in their movements.
Fang Cheng, holding a chicken-shaped target, circled the fence, constantly weaving around flexibly.
Shijima Gorou occasionally swung his palm, occasionally kicked, taking two or three steps, following Fang Cheng to continuously hit the target.
The scene looked lively and seemed harmonious.
This sparring session, Fang Cheng did not have to play the role of a stationary target.
Instead, he was training with Shijima Gorou on moving target practice.
The two training methods were quite different.
For stationary target practice, one needs to grip a larger target with both hands.
The changing positions of the target mainly depend on the feeder’s hand and body movements.
Therefore, the fighter can kick freely, exerting their maximum attack power.
For moving target training, the practitioner must follow the movements and direction of the target holder to strike.
Both are in motion, and with the target being smaller, it is more about training the fighter’s dynamic response.
It also consumes more physical energy than hitting a stationary target.
Shijima Gorou exhaled forcefully, and with explosive strength, his movements were as fast as lightning.
Punching and kicking, chopping with palms and poking with fingers, almost every move hit the target.
Karate techniques are numerous and complex.
Mainly, it’s about hand skills, foot techniques, and throwing techniques, similar to Sanda in this respect.
Hand Skills include a range of fist and palm techniques.
Including Direct Punch, Inside Fist, Hand Blade, Back Knife, Piercing Hand, Arc Fist, Ape Arm, Palm Bottom Strike, Boxing Hammer Strike, etc.
Fang Cheng’s form varied in height, constantly changing the position of the target.
His steps twinkled and turned, rubbing the rubber floor with a "zzt zzt" sound.
He cooperated fully with his responsibilities as a sparring partner.
Perhaps the opponent’s current state of mind is still quite good.
He didn’t start with fierce attacks like before, nor did he appear increasingly irritable.
Overall, within the range of normal behavior.
A high kick with a whooshing sound swept in.
With the fence directly behind him, Fang Cheng’s shoulders shook slightly, and he immediately took a sidestep and ducked beneath.
The kick hit the black leather-wrapped post.
The whole circle of ropes trembled instantly, buzzing non-stop.
Shijima Gorou did not pursue further attacks.
After retracting his leg, he raised his gloved hand to signal Fang Cheng to stop.
Two assistants rushed up to the ring, eagerly handing him a towel and a sports drink.
Shijima Gorou, with a sweaty face, took the towel to wipe off his sweat, then guzzled down the water.
It was evident that he was quite enjoying today’s sparring service.
Fang Cheng stepped down from the ring and also took out his own bottle of mineral water.
Twisting off the cap, he tilted his neck back, drinking while looking at the panel prompts.
[Sanda experience +5]
[Boxing experience +2]
[Concentration experience +3]
After taking a small sip, he saw one of Shijima Gorou’s assistants quickly walk over.
The assistant was very respectful, presenting a business card with both hands, and spoke in Xia Country’s language:
"Mr. Shijima appreciates Mr. Fang very much and invites you to visit his home this weekend without fail."
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng was surprised for a moment.
He had only sparred in the ring a few times with the other party.
Their relationship didn’t seem to be that intimate, did it?
Despite his surprise, out of politeness, Fang Cheng still took the business card and glanced at it.
It was written with the detailed address and contact number located in Wenchuan District of East City.
Being appreciated by the employer is naturally a good thing.
Fang Cheng did not ponder further and set the matter aside for now.
Next, the Sanda Division had another job for him to do.
Then, there was another new sparring session, and the client was a freestyle fighter specializing in jujitsu.
Today’s work schedule was packed, with hardly a moment to rest.
Since he became Shijima Gorou’s sparring partner.
Fang Cheng’s reputation for being "tough and resilient" had spread quickly among a group of elite students and professional fighters.
In the last two days, he had received invitations for seven or eight sparring sessions.
The class times had been scheduled for the following week.
If all goes well, and he completes all classes, the income is guaranteed to be more than 5,000 yuan, higher than what he used to make in a month.
Of course, this is the net income after deducting the club’s insurance payments and related commissions.
Fang Cheng originally planned to balance the work of the logistics department, only taking on sparring jobs when he had no classes.
However, he’s presently too busy and has already declined many invitations.
Regarding Fang Cheng’s approach.
Xu Maochai has no complaints whatsoever; on the contrary, he often takes extra care of Fang Cheng, letting him focus on his sparring work with peace of mind.
He even consoled Fang Cheng, suggesting that if the surgery cost was insufficient, he himself had some financial capabilities, and lending fifty or sixty thousand wouldn’t be a problem.
However, the personnel department has already started recruiting new employees.
Fang Cheng felt somewhat apologetic and decided to work extra hard before leaving his post completely.
Walking out of Training Room 2, on his way to Hall 1.
Several familiar-faced professional fighters, whose names he couldn’t recall, took the initiative to greet him.
In their conversations, they all inquired when he would be free to train with them.
Sparring work is charged by the hour and is tiered by class.
Those who are physically strong and can serve as human punching bags are in one tier, with hourly rates mostly between 500 to 700 yuan.
Those who are physically strong, experienced, and proficient in a specific professional fighting technique belong to the second tier, with an hourly rate starting at a minimum of 800 yuan.
As for retired champion-level fighters, they are on another, immeasurable level.
Although Shijima Gorou offers Fang Cheng an hourly rate of 1000 yuan.
But Fang Cheng did not ask for an exorbitant fee from the other fighters.
He simply set a median hourly rate of 700 yuan per session.
A lower price does have its benefits.
Just like now, wherever Fang Cheng goes, people try to cozy up to him.
Even the elite students from the Boxing and Sanda departments who he is familiar with have approached him.
They want to have a full-throttle, special training session with him before participating in professional competitions.
Fang Cheng reckons that with his high Constitution points of 20, he is fully capable of taking three to four classes per day.
In that case... breaking through a monthly income of fifty thousand is no longer just a dream.
Amidst his flight of fancy, a cough was heard.
Coach Shen, about to start his class, came out of the opposite office and greeted him proactively.
His face bore a smile as he looked at Fang Cheng and asked with concern:
"How was today’s training, can you adapt to it?"
Fang Cheng nodded indifferently, responding politely.
The two chatted awkwardly for a few moments before going their separate ways.
Shen Haoming glanced back at Fang Cheng’s retreating figure, his gaze flickering slightly.
The reason for his changed attitude.
Was truly due to the trouble brought by that guy Shijima Gorou, which had been a headache and robbed him of sleep.
Not to mention the repeated injuries to the sparring partners, he frequently made Coach Shen lose face in front of the students and other coaches.
But the fact is, the other party was essentially the club’s god of wealth, a student personally referred by the boss.
Even if he got walloped, he had to swallow his broken teeth.
Finally, there came a tank who could take a beating and attract enmity; shouldn’t he be properly ingratiated and treasured like a crown prince?
As for those previous little disputes, they weren’t even worth mentioning.
The club’s work was busy yet fulfilling.
Soon, darkness enveloped the outside window, but indoors, the venue was still brightly lit.
Today a night class was scheduled, meaning overtime work again.
Logistics department staff gathered in the dressing room, eating boxed meals and chatting, enjoying a momentary break.
Fang Cheng also held a boxed meal in his hands, chewing on the greasy vegetables and ground meat.
As he fiddled with his chopsticks, he suddenly lifted his eyes, looking forward.
A prompt message emerged in the air.
[Delicacy Experience +1]
Fang Cheng shook his head and put the squeaky clean empty meal box aside.
Eating a boxed meal and gaining experience, no one would believe it if he told them.
Through two days of exploration and combining some guesses.
Fang Cheng more or less understood the specific function of this skill.
The so-called "Delicacy" skill should improve the digestion speed and nutritional absorption rate by training gut functionality.
Should it reach lv1, perhaps eating one meal could be equivalent to eating two.
Even some rather poor food could provide the body with the necessary nutrients.
It could truly be called a skill for foodies.
Fang Cheng reeled back his thoughts and turned his gaze towards the other two unopened drumstick meals.
The three great secrets of fitness: exercise, rest, and diet.
If you want to become stronger, eating more is always right.
Since it can show up on the panel and increase experience points.
Then just continue to grind!