Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 362 - 362 79 Uproot【Two in One】_2

Chapter 362: Chapter 79 Uproot!【Two in One】_2 Chapter 362: Chapter 79 Uproot!【Two in One】_2 Before his words even fell, the instructor slapped him: “And what if you’re just mediocre?”

Followed by a swift kick: “What’s wrong with using force to assert dominance? Bite me if you can!”

Smack smack smack…

Wen Shumo took quite a beating this time around. Not at all like the time Feng Yin was punished. Even though Feng Yin was hit, he had planned for it. During the beating, he carefully observed the instructor’s technique, the way he moved, and was able to grasp quite a few things. It was like learning a valuable lesson.

But this time, Wen Shumo… didn’t have such a fortune.

The instructor hit so quickly and relentlessly that Wen Shumo didn’t even have a chance to observe. In no time, his face was bruised, and his bones had taken such a beating they were audibly cracking but not yet broken.

“I’m sorry, Instructor…”

Although stubborn, Wen Shumo realized the situation was against him. Fighting back would only lead to his own defeat.

Being stubborn in situations like this was the same as having a death wish…

So he smartly decided to beg for mercy.

The instructor gave him a few more kicks before finally stopping.

“Everyone, into the cage! Including you two!”

Addressing the two on the ground, Wen Shumo and Feng Yin: “Hurry up!”

Wen Shumo struggled to get up even with Feng Yin’s help. He quickly swallowed some healing pills. As soon as he swallowed them, his healing abilities were sealed.

“Get in!”

“Instructor, can you wait a moment…hey? Oh, I’m okay…”

Wen Shumo wanted to ask for more time but suddenly realized the healing pills were working faster than expected. Despite his healing abilities being sealed, his strength strangely increased.

He hastily silenced himself, enduring the pain as he made his way into the cage.

“Everyone’s here, start spinning for an hour!”

The instructor continued: “Manage your time. In an hour from now, it’s time for box. Get used to it, master it, apply it freely, that’s all I have to say.”

Everyone shivered in unison when they heard that, quite a sight to behold.

Sure enough, an hour later, the cage began to adjust itself into a space where they could move around a little.

More precisely, it was a space designed for them to squat down and throw punches.

There was only one correct angle in which they could avoid being impaled. Conversely, any slight deviation would lead to being impaled.e

Being too high or too low would lead to impalement. Any inaccuracy in the punch would also lead to impalement. A lack of precision in handling would also lead to impalement…And so on, the cage was a minefield of spikes.

Moreover, they had to throw each punch with their full strength and speed, without holding back.

“Step one, everyone punch a hundred times.”

The instructor stood by, counting. Anyone who fell behind was hit with a whip, not on their bodies, but rattling the cage itself, leading to the sharp spikes piercing their flesh. It was worse than the pain of the whip.

For a while, screams of agony filled the space.

Feng Yin’s face quickly turned pale.

In fact, everyone was in the same boat. For these untrained individuals, using standard boxing techniques was riddled with errors. Everyone was bloody and wounded from the spikes. Yet, they refused to fall behind.

The instructor was strict about not repeating instructions. So they had to rely on their memory and adjust their techniques on their own. The correct form was simple, if there was no impalement, the yo were doing it right.

On the contrary, they were doing it wrong!

This was an extreme method to correct muscle memory and punching habits.

But, it was incredibly effective!

Feng Yin began to correct his form by his fifth or sixth punch. By his tenth punch, the impalements were infrequent. By his thirtieth punch, almost all his moves were perfect, that is, not getting impaled.

Then came consolidating the muscle memory and improving the speed of his punches.

Soon, Feng Yin successfully completed a hundred perfect punches. He then went on to practice a variety of moves including straight punches, hook punches, swinging punches, also hand strikes, finger strikes, elbow strikes, shoulder strikes, front kicks, side kicks, front stomps, side stomps. He gradually reduced the number of times he got pierced and corrected his form, it soon became second nature to him.

Everyone was covered in wounds and soaked in blood. Their injuries were worse than the day before, yet not one of them showed any sign of laxity. They bore all the pain with gritted teeth.

Pain from the piercing spikes… for them, was just temporary. They had to bear it and use the consequent muscle memory, to imprint the correct forms into their mind, so they’ll never forget and form new habitual memories.

Everyone endured the pain for the entire day. Not one person complained or retreated.

In the evening, the rankings started again.

Once again, Gentle won, and not surprisingly, he had the least number of piercing wounds and was still the reigning champion.

But this time, the second place was taken by Wen Shumo.

Yue Kong, who was originally second, dropped to third, which made him quite upset.

“How could anyone beat Gentle? It’s not humanly possible. The gap is too large, several thousand wounds more, how can that be fair?”