“Isn’t Coach going way too far?” “He’s just a beginner.
Does he really need to go this hard?” Seeing Kubotori unleash a merciless barrage without holding back at all, the fighters who were often trained by him could not help protesting.
“Beginner?” “Don’t underestimate this ‘beginner’ too much.” “If Senior Brother doesn’t go all out, he might already have lost.” Gym owner Nana clearly had sharper eyes, and she had already seen that Kubotori’s current dominance was more fragile than it looked.
Yoru was indeed a beginner, and he had only trained for two and a half days.
But his physical ability was not weak at all.
His extremely developed muscle groups covered his whole body thanks to Heart of Muscle, and his resistance to strikes was even beyond that of ordinary professional fighters.
Not to mention that terrifying fist speed!
As for Senior Brother Kubotori, while his technique was polished and his combat experience was rich, he had already passed his prime.
If he could not end this quickly, it was still uncertain who would be the one lying down in the end.
The saying “fists fear the young and strong” was not empty talk.
It was experience countless predecessors had summarized with blood and tears.
“Endure, observe, search?” His nose was still bleeding, his chin was swollen, and his abdomen was twisting in pain, so Yoru was very willing to listen right now.
“Okay.
I’ll try to do what you said.” His tongue brushed over his lower lip, and the metallic stench was sharp.
When he spoke, it pulled at his jaw, sending stabbing pain straight to his brain.
But strangely, he did not feel that uncomfortable.
Instead, a very strange sensation began rising in his heart.
“So this is fighting?
It feels…
not bad.” His heart rate soared, and his body heated up as if roasted by flames.
Heat spread through him, and Yoru felt a kind of pleasure he had never experienced before.
“Again!” He rolled his shoulders, tightened his abs, and once again took up his still-unpolished boxing stance.
“Good!” “Then I’ll show you the gulf between a professional and a rookie.
That way, you’ll have the motivation to train!” Kubotori took one…
then two deep breaths before barely calming his breathing.
He clenched his fists and stood at an angle, his posture still far more standard than Yoru’s.
“Senior Brother is riding the tiger now.” Leaning against the side of the ring, Nana watched the scene and no longer felt very optimistic about him.
Because Yoru had taken several heavy blows in a row and was still lively, while Kubotori had to stand in place and recover his breath after every exchange.
There was no helping it.
Once a person passed thirty-five, stamina declined sharply.
He simply could not compare to a young man.
“Endure, observe, search?” Yoru muttered the “mantra” under his breath, and his steps became increasingly cautious.
From the fierce forward charge at the beginning, to careful slow movements in the middle, and now to nearly probing steps, his mind grew steadier each time, and his rhythm slowed more with every exchange.
“Watch carefully!” Because of his stamina, Kubotori’s strategy became the complete opposite.
Step!
This time, he did not even wait for Yoru to approach.
He stepped forward sharply and seized the initiative!
Whoosh!
The instant he entered attacking range, his fastest jab shot out like a viper flicking its tongue.
“A jab is fast but light.
It’s mainly used for tactical probing and to set up combinations.” The fist struck his arm, but Yoru’s body did not move.
Relevant knowledge flashed through his mind, and he remembered the coach’s “teaching,” so he did not counter rashly.
“You don’t have to learn that fast, do you?” “Come on, show me one more opening so I can end this lesson with dignity!” After his jab combo failed to bait out a counterattack, Kubotori secretly groaned in pain.
He deeply understood then that a disciple being too talented and too willing to listen could also become a “burden” for the master, because if the disciple improved too quickly, the master might not be able to keep up.
I don’t believe it.
Can a beginner really stay steady the whole way?
Swish!
After the jabs failed, Kubotori suddenly changed his attack and began a direct combination bombardment.
Bang!
Bang, bang…
Heavy impact sounds exploded continuously.
Hooks, swings, straights, and driving punches!
Kubotori skillfully combined and linked various punches, striking Yoru again and again without pause.
A professional-level old boxer going all out was clearly not something a beginner with only two and a half days of training could fully defend against.
His awkward guard was torn open again and again.
In the blink of an eye, his face, abdomen, and waist had been hit several times.
“Too much!
That’s way too much!” “This is basically brutality!” Seeing this, Kubotori’s students protested again.
Compared to watching their coach dominate, they were secretly more excited to see Yoru, this monster rookie, put the coach on his ass.
Perhaps this was what they called the bond between master and disciples.
“Endure!” At the center of the assault, Yoru could no longer hear the noise outside the ring.
“Observe!” Once his focus reached its peak, everything around him seemed to fade, until the entire world contained only this small ring.
“Search!” In that state, Kubotori’s movements seemed to slow down.
They had not reached the point where they broke down frame by frame, but their trajectories had become clearer than ever before.
“Now!” In that extremely brief gap when Kubotori was pulling his fist back to gather force, Yoru moved.
Whoosh!
Extraordinary Tendons erupted instantly, and his jab flashed out like lightning.
Bang!
The next moment, under Kubotori’s disbelieving gaze, the punch smashed into his face.
Crack!
Pfft!
A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out, and a line of blood sprayed from his nostrils.
His whole body shot backward uncontrollably as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Thump!
Snap!
After pressing the elastic ropes into a huge curved dent, he was snapped back onto the ring with a slap.
“Senior Brother!” “Coach!” Seeing this, the watching fighters let out especially “miserable” cries.
Almost the moment Kubotori landed, several students had already slipped under the ropes and climbed into the ring.
“I won?” With the fight ending so suddenly, Yoru felt a little dazed.
He realized he seemed to have a bit of talent for “fighting” after all.
It was just that he had rarely fought anyone before, so he had never known.
But now was not the time to dwell on that.
Because after Kubotori hit the ground, he made no sound.
Yoru immediately asked, “How’s Coach?
Is he okay?” “He’s fine.
Still breathing.
He won’t die!” One student answered in a strong, full voice, but for some reason, Yoru felt there was a trace of gloating mixed in.
“Great.
With Coach injured, no one will supervise our dieting and training!” Fine.
He did not need to feel it anymore, because in the next second, another student confirmed it.
“You guys are really filial.” Hearing that, Yoru stopped worrying.
Boxers inevitably got injured when they fought, so they all had a basic sense of how serious an injury was.
Since they said that, it definitely was not a big problem.
“That adaptation speed of yours…
sigh, forget it.
Let’s send Senior Brother to the hospital first.” At that moment, the way Nana looked at Yoru was like she was staring at a monster wearing human skin.
“I’ll go, I’ll go!
During treatment, I promise to strictly supervise Coach’s diet!” As soon as she finished speaking, several students raised their hands one after another, fighting for the chance.
At a glance, it was obvious they had been trained harshly by Kubotori far too often.