Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the panel that appeared before him.
[Boxing Experience 8]
[Sanda Experience 8]
[Muay Thai Experience 10]
The Fighting Skills experience gained from this "sparring session" was clearly much more than when he was rely a "human punching bag" or engaging in mutual deconstruction during joint practice sessions.
Moreover, the progress bar for the Agility Attribute seed to be increasing more significantly than before.
It was evident that this opponent wasn’t particularly weak.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng looked up, fixed his gaze on Xu Hao, and spoke:
"How about we schedule another match tomorrow to continue sparring?"
"Huh?"
Xu Hao was initially taken aback, feeling as if he was being targeted by a wild beast, and couldn’t help but shiver.
Then he reacted, stiffened his neck, and said stubbornly: "Forget it, forget it, I don’t have that much money to hire a sparring partner."
Fang Cheng’s lips curled into a faint smile as he waved his hand:
"You don’t need to spend money, we can just practice privately between us."
Xu Hao’s face flashed with a hint of embarrassnt, and he forced a couple of dry laughs:
"I have things to do tomorrow, haha, maybe next ti. Next ti, when I’m free, we’ll find a suitable venue to definitely have a fair match."
Though he could be quite muddled, he’s not a fool; he knew very well that he was clearly at a disadvantage just now.
If they sparred again tomorrow, he might lose even more embarrassingly, so it’s better to find an excuse to postpone, go back for so intensive training, and then recover his standing.
Fang Cheng didn’t point it out, going along with his words:
"Alright, then next ti, Brother Xu, take a break first. I’m heading over there to stretch."
After speaking, he grabbed the towel hanging on the ropes to wipe off his sweat and stepped off the ring.
According to their previous agreent, the sparring match earned him 1000 yuan successfully, and also significantly improved his skill experience.
Fang Cheng was all smiles, almost saying, "Welco boss, co again next ti."
The students below saw the commotion had temporarily ended and began to laugh, gradually dispersing.
Only Xu Hao remained standing, secretly grinding his teeth, pondering how he will conduct special training targeting this sparring partner’s noticeably more brazen techniques, and regain his position.
As Fang Cheng stepped off the ring, several coaches and professional athletes that were close to him imdiately surrounded him.
"Ah Cheng, you’re aweso! I knew you could handle it; crucial monts still need you to stabilize the situation."
With a burly figure and a face full of stubble, Coach Hu slapped Fang Cheng’s shoulder heavily and laughed heartily.
"Yes, you truly should consider competing professionally. With your talent, you could surely carve out a path, perhaps becoming the next world-class Boxing King of Xia Country after Zheng Haokang."
Jie, who had already entered the national kickboxing competition, also spoke enthusiastically, his eyes glowing with anticipation.
Everyone chipped in with admiration and acknowledgnt for Fang Cheng, also praising their foresight.
They already thought Fang Cheng had trendous physical strength, could endure blows, and had a solid foundation; perhaps he could handle that reckless challenger.
As expected, Fang Cheng not only firmly withstood the challenger’s fierce outbursts but also cleverly maneuvered to exhaust his opponent’s energy and ultimately win the bout.
It salvaged the reputation of the Elite Center.
"You all are flattering ; I’m just recklessly training relying on my good stamina. Winning or losing one match in professional competitions doesn’t an much..."
Fang Cheng smiled humbly in response.
The people around continued with their persuasions, saying his exceptional talent was wasted in not competing professionally.
However, Fang Cheng was completely uninterested.
He was well aware that professional competitors had to undergo dical exams before each match, especially blood tests.
This seemingly normal process posed a significant risk for Fang Cheng.
After all, he didn’t want to end up like Shijima Gorou, caught for doping, permanently banned and disappearing mysteriously without any news, like he evaporated into thin air.
As the crowd dispersed, so went to class, so went to their training, and the venue returned to its usual hustle and bustle.
The sound of equipnt clashing, students shouting, and coaches instructing intertwined like an exhilarating symphony.
Fang Cheng turned to look at the ring, seemingly seeing Xu Hao still deep in ditation over how to counter him.
His opponent seed stubborn, but in terms of strength among ordinary people, Xu Hao was actually at a top-tier level, at least no worse than Zheng Haokang.
Yet, he had never heard of him before, like he suddenly erged.
This couldn’t help but ignite Fang Cheng’s curiosity about his background.
Just then, Fang Cheng saw Coach Xu, who hadn’t shown up before, arrive in the venue, calling out to Xu Hao standing in the ring.
The two then moved to the corner to talk, seemingly having so disagreent, both looking displeased.
Coach Xu frowned tightly, his mouth opening and closing rapidly as if harshly scolding Xu Hao.
While Xu Hao’s face flushed, his eyes showed a trace of unwillingness and stubbornness, and his fists clenching as if trying hard to control his emotions.
Afterward, Xu Hao didn’t say much, quickly put on his clothes, and walked straight out of the venue, leaving the club.
His hastily departing silhouette seed to carry a hint of resentnt.
"Ah Cheng, did you notice anything?"
At this mont, a voice sounded beside him.
Fang Cheng turned his head to see Chen Xiaohai from the logistics departnt mysteriously approaching.
His eyes sparkled with gossip, and he dragged his voice, teasingly giving a hint:
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