“You’re here…” The next morning, Yoru had just entered Glory Boxing Gym and had not even changed clothes when Nana stopped him.
“Something wrong, Gym Owner?” He walked closer and asked.
“I switched you to a temporary coach.
Once Senior Brother is discharged, he’ll take over again.” Nana pointed to the sturdy young man standing beside her.
“This was also Senior Brother’s idea.
He doesn’t want his injury to delay your training.” “No need…” Yoru refused.
“Just the things Coach taught me are enough for me to digest for quite a while.” The boxing plugin was already in hand, and he was preparing to use his cheat.
Who would still train step by step?
“Having someone watch is still better than having no one watch.” The sturdy young man spoke.
“My level isn’t as high as Senior Brother’s, but I’m still a senior coach at this gym.
Teaching a beginner like you is no problem.” “I’ll wait until I digest what I’ve learned first.” Yoru politely refused again.
“Fine.
If there’s anything you don’t understand during this period, you can come ask me.” The sturdy young man nodded to Yoru and did not insist any further, striding back to his own teaching area.
“Then look this over first.
It’ll give your training a clearer direction.” But Nana still had not left.
She handed him a folder.
“What is it?” Yoru asked in confusion.
“Your training plan, and your target.” Nana replied, “Senior Brother made it for you overnight after he woke up.” “This…
this is kind of embarrassing.” Hearing that, Yoru actually felt ashamed.
He had sent Kubotori to the hospital with one punch, yet not only did the coach not blame him, he had even endured the pain and helped him create a training plan.
Was he really treating him like a core disciple now?
“How about I buy a flower basket after training this afternoon and visit him at the hospital?” “No, don’t.
Don’t go and stimulate Senior Brother!” Nana quickly waved her hands.
“Just let him rest properly.” Kubotori’s injuries were not only physical.
His heart had been wounded too.
As the head coach of the gym, he had been knocked down with one punch by a rookie who had only trained for two and a half days.
That was a humiliation beyond humiliation!
So right now, the person he least wanted to see was definitely Yoru.
His heart needed to be comforted for a while before he could return as a coach.
“Fine.” Although Yoru was not very interested in the plan, he still had to accept the goodwill.
He walked over to a sofa, sat down, and opened the folder.
“Mm, Tyson?” Then he saw an extremely familiar name.
Mike Tyson!
A former American heavyweight professional boxer, and the most influential former world boxing king before Kaolan Wongsawat rose to prominence.
“That’s right.
Boxing King Tyson.” Nana nodded in confirmation.
“Don’t you think you’re very similar to him?” “Am I?” Yoru looked completely lost, unable to understand how he was suddenly being connected to such a legendary figure.
“Of course you are.” Nana explained, “Because Tyson’s technical core was this: speed is the ultimate violence.” “In terms of absolute strength, he did not reach the highest level in history.
But with his speed advantage, his striking momentum displayed overwhelming dominance in that era.” “Super-fast neural reaction speed, powerful joint explosiveness, and the perfect combination of forward step distance, frequency, power, and speed.” “When he defeated the boxing legend Spinks, he didn’t just usher in his own era.
He also redefined the physical laws of heavyweight boxing—in the face of absolute speed, a weight advantage is nothing but a slow target.” Sports biomechanist Robert Newton once said that if boxing was a physics laboratory, then Tyson was the mad scientist who pushed the speed variable to its limit.
“And your tendons are even more developed than his.
Your explosiveness will also be faster and more terrifying.” “This plan simulates his training style, so study it carefully.” Nana said a long string of words in one breath, all to make Yoru understand Kubotori’s painstaking effort.
Because this plan was inspired by the coach’s personal “experience” after being hit by him.
“I’ll read it properly.” Yoru nodded and continued flipping through the pages.
“The plan is yours now.
How far you can go from here depends on you.” After saying that, Nana quickly returned to her office.
Because from this collision of inspiration, she had thought of several ideas suitable for Sakura Hibiki.
The only problem was that Hibiki had never been very interested in boxing, so she had no idea when those ideas could be implemented.
…
Dynamic vision training?
Training method: speed balls and catching moving light signals.
Too ordinary.
It would be faster to farm Hina-chan or Tenma Nozomi.
Neural reaction training?
Hina-chan had this too.
If that did not work, he could also farm the cop.
Muscular explosiveness training?
For this, he could look for Wakatsuki Takeshi.
There should not be anything stronger than his Blast Core, right?
Sliding step and forward dash training?
There were plenty of choices: Niko Style’s Flashfire footwork, Raishin Style’s Lightning Flash, and Koei Style’s Blink.
Combination rhythm training?
For rhythm, of course it had to be God of War Kaolan.
His striking techniques could even seal the Fang of Metsudo, Kanoh Agito.
Close-range evasion training?
That went without saying.
It had to be Pre-Initiative!
Stamina training?
The Kure Clan’s Removal, the real man Sekibayashi Jun, and Rihito’s superhuman body.
Almost every time Yoru flipped to a new item, his mind automatically produced a corresponding skill or physique plugin.
As expected, in a world full of monsters, an ordinary step-by-step training plan only needed to be understood roughly.
The flesh was weak, and the human body was too fragile!
Only by becoming more monstrous than monsters could he defeat monsters!
“Come on!” “Once I absorb this plugin and truly step past the threshold of a fighter, I’ll start harvesting!” Yoru put down the plan, changed into training clothes, and walked to an open area.
He was ready to absorb Coach Kubotori’s Boxing Technique plugin.
He had already checked the activation conditions yesterday, and as expected, they were still ten-thousand-count training.
Ten thousand basic punching forms, ten thousand waist-and-hip coordinated punches, ten thousand sliding step drills, and ten thousand sliding-step punches coordinated through waist, hip, leg drive, and striking force!
The first item was very simple.
Under the muscle memory calibration of Heart of Muscle, his basic punching forms already looked decent.
Now, with Kubotori’s experience added on top, the speed at which his movements improved took off completely.
And once he had the foundation of punching forms, the remaining three training items naturally followed.
As mentioned before, activation was the process of absorption and digestion.
Kubotori’s nearly twenty years of boxing training experience had all been compressed into these four training volumes.
Every time Yoru threw a punch, many different force-generation postures and techniques surged madly into his mind.
Because of that, his punching frequency was not even as fast as the old men practicing tai chi in the square.
But in exchange, after every punch, his movement proficiency and completion rate rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As his brain adapted, his punching frequency also slowly increased.
“Monster!” “Inhuman!” Watching Yoru’s progress become even more terrifying and exaggerated than during his first three days, Nana finally understood why he did not need a coach.
At this level of freakish talent, a coach really was unnecessary.
Poor Senior Brother!