Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 458 - 277: Big Muscular Jay and Bald Man Fang Cheng_2

Chapter 458: Chapter 277: Big Muscular Jay and Bald Man Fang Cheng_2

Fang Cheng is usually elusive, appearing only once every few days. Sometimes you wouldn’t even see a trace of him for a whole month.

Not to mention that he has now shaved his head, completely ruining the image of the handsome, refined young man in everyone’s mind.

Bang!

Accompanied by a dull thud, the punching bag swayed violently once again.

The man with the shaved head straightforwardly reached out with both hands to firmly grip the incoming punching bag.

His feet were planted firmly on the ground as if nailed there, controlling the 400-kilogram weight right in front of him.

Then, the punching bag finally came to a complete stop, and the rack no longer emitted any painful groans.

Focused on his training, Fang Cheng paid no attention to the gazes from everyone around him.

He just tried his best to control the power and speed of his punches to avoid appearing too extraordinary and scaring others.

After training, he walked to the side, picked up a towel, and wiped the sweat off his face and chest.

At the same time, a glimmer of light flashed before his eyes and a message appeared on the panel.

[Boxing experience +2]

Adding the 3 experience points gained from practicing Air Attack during the morning exercise today.

The current skill progress bar shows:

[Boxing Level 2 (483/500)]

Seeing that only 17 experience points were needed to complete the breakthrough from Master Level to Grandmaster Level.

Fang Cheng pondered silently, growing with expectation naturally arising within him.

It’s been over a week since the treasure hunt at Mist Mountain concluded.

Every day, rain or shine, he diligently practiced his skills. As his efforts were about to bear fruit, it was hard not to feel a flutter of excitement.

As for the nearly hour-long punching bag workout that only earned so few experience points, it was to be expected.

There was no choice; his skill level was too high, making upgrades increasingly difficult.

Experience gained from practice partners was minimal, let alone basic training like hitting a punching bag.

Even though he deliberately increased the difficulty by using boxing techniques to control the swinging trajectory of the punching bag, progress remained slow.

After all, the punching bag is a dead object and can’t compare to the effects of sparring with a real person in actual combat.

"Every bit counts; slowly wear it down."

Fang Cheng raised a bottle of mineral water and drank a few mouthfuls, silently calculating in his mind:

"With the panel’s support, as long as I persist, accumulating day by day, even if it’s ten thousand experience points, there will come a day when I reach my goal."

As he was reflecting, a familiar voice called out from the entrance of the training hall:

"Ah Cheng, sorry to keep you waiting."

Fang Cheng immediately gathered his thoughts and looked up.

A tall, muscular man wearing red fighting shorts was striding towards him.

Seeing that the client for today’s sparring session had arrived, Fang Cheng put down the mineral water bottle and also greeted him with a smile:

"Brother Jie, I heard you won the competition again last week. It looks like you have a chance to enter the annual finals and compete for the championship."

"Haha, it was just good luck."

Brother Jie laughed heartily, his face showing a bit of pride.

Then he glanced at Fang Cheng, who was covered in sweat, pointed at the punching bag, and asked, "Were you warming up just now?"

Fang Cheng nodded:

"Yeah, I exercised a bit while waiting for you."

Upon hearing his words, Brother Jie couldn’t help but give a thumbs up and praised:

"You, kid, are even more diligent than me, a professional athlete!"

The two of them skillfully put on their boxing gloves and faced each other in the center of the ring.

Brother Jie assumed a boxing stance, a look of appreciation flashing in his eyes:

"Ah Cheng, you’re slightly stronger than me, and your technical level is comparable. Every time I practice with you and then go into the ring to fight those opponents, I always feel much more at ease."

"Brother Jie, you’re too kind."

Fang Cheng humbly said, "Every time I spar with you, I gain a lot of experience as well."

This was not flattery but a heartfelt statement.

At the club, there were very few opponents Fang Cheng truly looked forward to, and Brother Jie was one of them.

Fang Cheng flexed his neck and then began to hop lightly in place, adopting an offensive and defensive stance, quickly getting into the zone.

Their sparring attracted the attention of those around them.

One was a somewhat famous national free fighting competition contestant, and the other was the club’s renowned gold-level sparring partner.

Getting to watch a battle between such experts up close was a rare opportunity.

"Look, Muscle-Bound Brother Jie is sparring with Bald Fang Cheng!"

"Let’s go take a look."

Several trainees excitedly shouted.

Soon enough, a large crowd gathered around the ring, whether to watch or learn.

Some cheered loudly, rooting for the side they supported.

Others earnestly commented on the actions in the ring, often suggesting:

"This punch is indeed fierce, but the angle isn’t tricky enough," "That kick has too much forward momentum, making it easy to block."

Fang Cheng aimed to use primarily standard boxing techniques, delivering one hit and disengaging without getting too entangled.

Brother Jie was more unpredictable, occasionally incorporating some mixed martial arts leg techniques and throwing techniques.

The two nimble figures moved quickly on the ring, their fists and feet producing crisp "pah-pah" sounds.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the blue plastic floor, making the entire ring even more brightly lit.

Sweat continuously splattered in the midst of shouts and cheers, sparkling under the sunlight.

"Beautiful!"

Suddenly, cheers erupted from the audience.

Fang Cheng cleverly sidestepped, dodging a high sweeping kick from Brother Jie, and retaliated with a precise straight punch that sent his opponent stumbling back several steps, nearly falling.

As the clock in the training hall ticked, the hands slowly approached eleven-thirty.

This sparring session also came to an end.