Glory Boxing Gym.
Bang!
Bang, bang…
Rhythmic impact sounds echoed continuously through the corner sandbag area.
Drip…
Dense beads of sweat kept seeping from his pores, soaking his collar and tank top.
But Jingu Yoru seemed completely unaware, his entire mind immersed in practicing the basic boxing stance.
“2959…” “2960…” “2961…” His feet were placed front and back, his center of gravity flowing smoothly between his legs, while his fists hammered the sandbag like a rainstorm.
Lead straight, rear straight!
Left swing, right swing, left hook, right hook, horizontal hook, uppercut!
Punch!
Retract!
Punch again!
His speed kept climbing!
His movements were so skilled that he did not look like a beginner at all.
His powerful fists struck the black sandbag until it shook violently, releasing heavy impact sounds.
“A monster…” Coach Kubotori, who was standing nearby observing, felt the heat in his heart almost burst out.
Three days!
No, two and a half days!
In only two and a half days, Jingu Yoru’s movement proficiency had actually caught up to students who had trained for a year!
This was practically a man born with the body of a boxing king!
If he had possessed even one-third of Yoru’s learning efficiency back when he was learning boxing, who knew how many gold medals he could have won?
He could not let this boy keep lifting weights anymore.
Otherwise, it would be a loss for the entire boxing world!
Kubotori’s eyes burned as he stared at Jingu Yoru, and even the fingers gripping his towel trembled with excitement.
“3000!” Jingu Yoru pulled his arm back to gather force, then surged forward like lightning.
His fist shot out like a bullet leaving the barrel, striking the center of the swinging sandbag with precision.
Bang!
A heavy sound exploded, and the force of the sandbag’s return swing was instantly shattered.
It flew high backward, nearly smashing into the overhead support bar.
“What…
what terrifying impact!” This visually shocking scene instantly made goosebumps rise all over Kubotori’s body.
He even had the feeling that if Glory Boxing Gym’s sandbags were not specially customized to withstand daily strikes from boxing kings on Kaolan’s level, an ordinary standard sandbag might have been blown apart by that punch.
“Exhale…
inhale…” “It’s only decent.
I still haven’t fully brought out the force.” Jingu Yoru slowly exhaled and withdrew his fist, not showing much satisfaction on his face.
Because he knew very well that he had not even touched the threshold of whole-body power yet.
In other words, he had not reached Hongou Hina’s ultimate technique, Sunder Heaven, which could gather the full strength of the body into one punch.
There was no helping it.
Fitness experience, or Heart of Muscle, was still ultimately only fitness experience.
His muscle memory was limited to standard movements, basic boxing stance, and mechanical bag work.
If he wanted to rapidly improve his power-generation technique and truly master the explosive force of Extraordinary Tendons, he still needed assistance from related combat plugins.
“This is already insanely abnormal, okay?” “At your current rate of progress, as long as you keep practicing, I believe it won’t take long before you fully master it.” Kubotori felt that Jingu Yoru’s demands were far too unreasonable.
If the boy improved any faster, he would start doubting whether he was even human.
“It’s not that easy, unless…” Yoru sighed, shook his head, and deliberately left the sentence hanging.
“Unless what?” Kubotori, who had already viewed Jingu Yoru as a future boxing star, even a future boxing champion, immediately played along and asked.
“Unless someone spars with me and uses the pressure of real combat to fully draw out my potential.” Jingu Yoru looked at Kubotori with burning eyes.
His little scheme was so obvious that everyone could see it.
“Actual combat?
No.” But the moment those words came out, Kubotori rejected him.
“I admit that your basic boxing stance has become so skilled you don’t look like a beginner, but actual combat isn’t just about knowing how to punch.
You also have to coordinate body movement and footwork.” Then, afraid that Jingu Yoru did not understand, he deliberately explained, “Boxing offense-and-defense training can generally be divided into three stages.” “Stage one is fixed-position offense and defense.
That’s what you’re doing now—hitting the sandbag, practicing body power generation and basic punching forms.” “Stage two is limited-range movement sparring.
You upgrade the sandbag into a live training partner, adding mobile offense and defense on top of stage one.
In other words, footwork coordination.” “Only after you’ve fully adapted to the first two stages do you move on to stage three—full free sparring.” “You’ve only learned the basic punching forms right now.
You haven’t even touched body movement or footwork.
If you step into the ring, you’ll just get beaten.” “That’s fine.
I just want to experience the charm of boxing in advance.” Fitness experience only boosted his practice of basic movements, so Jingu Yoru naturally could not give up.
If he had a cheat and did not use it, wouldn’t his transmigration be wasted?
Besides, in this era, hard work alone was useless.
People with stronger talent might even work harder than you.
“No.
If you rashly enter actual combat before your foundation is solid, it will seriously damage your confidence and mentality.” Kubotori remained firm.
He was worried that after Jingu Yoru got beaten up, he would lose his passion and interest in boxing.
“No?” Jingu Yoru made as if to turn and leave.
“Then I might as well go back to the gym and lift weights.
At least there, I can clearly feel my muscles getting stronger every day.” “Don’t!
Lifting weights is too much of a waste of your talent.” “Listen to me.
Take it step by step, and becoming a world boxing champion will be within your grasp!” Sure enough, the moment Jingu Yoru showed signs of giving up, Kubotori immediately panicked.
Because just like gym owner Uehara Nana, he had already stayed up overnight to create a full plan for training Jingu Yoru into the next world boxing champion.
If Yoru walked away like this, where else would he find such a good prospect?
“Then teach me actual combat…” “No.
I can’t pull up seedlings to make them grow.
That would only harm you!” “Then forget it.
I only bought a few lessons anyway.” “No, you…” Seeing that no amount of persuasion could get through to Jingu Yoru, Kubotori was so anxious he was practically foaming at the mouth.
“What’s going on?” Hearing the commotion, Uehara Nana walked over at just the right time.
“Nothing.” Jingu Yoru spoke first.
“I just wanted to experience real combat in advance, but Coach refuses no matter what.” “It’s not that I refuse.
What kind of beginner goes straight into actual combat right after learning the punching forms?” “And you’ve only trained for two and a half days!” Looking at Jingu Yoru’s stubborn face, Kubotori felt the helplessness of an adult trying to teach a child who simply would not listen to reason.
“Simple!” Uehara Nana gave a solution.
“Senior Brother, just get into the ring and play around with him a little.” “Wait, why are you saying that too, Gym Owner?” Hearing that, Kubotori was speechless.
There were plenty of beginners who got scared off after being thrown into harsh real combat.
He really did not want to take that risk.
“Senior Brother, I know what you’re worried about.” Uehara Nana nodded, then said seriously, “But to become a true boxing king, talent, willpower, and resilience are all necessary.
If he can’t even handle this much of a setback, then no matter how much effort you put into him, it won’t matter.” “Exactly!
That’s what I’m talking about!” Yoru immediately echoed her and eagerly flipped into the ring, his body trembling slightly from excitement.
As the saying went, the first pot of gold was always the hardest to earn.
And the first combat plugin was the same.
But once he got his hands on it, everything afterward would speed up.
“Put on your protective gear!” Seeing that he could no longer dodge the issue, Kubotori could only climb into the ring with a dark expression.
“Be careful.
His fists are heavy.
Don’t capsize in the gutter.” Nana stood beside the ring, a faint teasing smile on her face as she gave a light reminder.
“Now you say that?” Kubotori rolled his eyes.
Did she really think he had been refusing actual combat only because he was worried about damaging Yoru’s confidence?
Of course not!
That was only one reason.
The other reason was that he was afraid this kid would swing wildly and beat his teacher to death.
How was he supposed to act like a proper coach after that?