Abyss Train

Chapter 35

The soles of their shoes scratched against the floor, making piercing screams.

That moment—

—— Li Zongzhu's eyes were out of focus.

Originally, the focus of his sight was firmly locked on Xue Ming's left arm leading hand, and fixed on the activation muscles of the shoulder and elbow.

But just now, this young opponent understood the meaning of "strength starts from the ground".

The metacarpals pull the calf muscles and transfer the power to the thighs, and then the waist and abdomen rotate rapidly like a winch, the upper arms and forearms work together and transfer them to the fists.

The sound of breaking wind passed through Li Zongzhu's ears, causing him tinnitus in an instant.

The flesh on the right cheek was burning hot, and the corner of the glove cut a red scar on his cheekbone, and there was no bleeding.

—a quick jab.

It was only for a few tenths of a second that Li Zongzhu turned his head slightly to avoid the punch.I can no longer use slaps to intercept, and there is no reaction time at all. Even if I can react, with this kind of fist speed, my hands can't keep up with my eyes and head!
Jiang Xueming withdrew his fist early on. He carefully observed the changes in his body and sighed in his heart that the skills taught by Mr. Li really worked.

Li Zongzhu was still in place, his eyes full of doubts.

This kid, was he pretending to be big with me just now?What does it mean not to fight?Know a little bit about fighting?
I haven't seen a jab of this quality many times in my career
But this little guy's arm length was hindered by his height, and the impatience and messiness he felt when he stepped forward to pursue him just now didn't seem like he was pretending.

Could it be that--

—he learned?
Learned like this?

When I was teaching students in the boxing gym, they practiced the left hand forehand with their right arm tied, and they had to swing at least a few hundred times to find the feeling.

Is this how the little guy learned it?
Before Li Zongzhu could figure it out, he recited the previous lines in a daze.

"slow"

Still slow?
Jiang Xueming frowned, with countless question marks in his heart.

He concentrated his mind to coordinate the tendons of his body to match the strength of his fist—but the teacher still said it was too late.
What is wrong?

Is it breathing?

Yes, it could be the breath, it could be the lack of stepping, or both.

The height of the teacher is 1.7 meters [-], it is very difficult for my fist to find an angle to get close to his chin
"Sorry, let the teacher down, please take a good look at my left fist."

Thinking of this, Xue Ming continued to punch continuously.

Li Zongzhu's eyes widened and he became more and more startled.

"Slow! Slowly."

He saw Jiang Xueming's fierce straight fist coming like a slingshot throwing a stone.

From the initial exertion to the full swing, there is no meaning of being green and unfamiliar——

——This little guy no longer holds his breath when he punches, but inhales like a cow and exhales like an arrow.

Li Zongzhu occasionally had time to catch his breath, and he could see Xue Ming's lower abdomen in a loose vest, and his fully inhaled diaphragm was like a solid column. This is the breathing method of some strength athletes.

Just as weightlifters use this breathing method to temporarily increase their strength limit, the diaphragm will squeeze the abdominal cavity after being filled with air, turning the entire torso into a tight force-conducting medium.

It was difficult for Li Zongzhu to catch Jiang Xueming's fist, and he stepped back and dodged in a semicircle with nimble steps. His short, rickety upper limbs felt gusts of cold wind blowing.

He can feel it.

The sharp jab of this little guy gradually became more and more tricky, as if he had eyes, and every punch was aimed at the chin.The previous actions were occasionally deformed, but after more than ten seconds, the stone arrows shot turned into bullets!

Teacher Li's back suddenly hit the rope, and his eyes were terrified.

He clearly remembered his step distance and escape route, which had always been a regular semicircular follow step, and wanted to continue to circle in a steady manner.

But why?
Why was I inexplicably forced to the ropes on the edge of the ring?

Did this little guy—block my path with just a left fist?
His fist is a whip, driving me here like a sheep?

There is no going back!
Teacher Li Zongzhu shouted in panic.

"Slow! Slowly, slowly, slowly."

— Where there is a fist in the mouth.

At that moment, Teacher Li bit the bullet and shot to meet him.

Borrowing the strength of the stretching and rebounding of the rope, the fighting coach stepped forward and punched Jiang Xueming with all his strength in the ring.

Just hear a "bang".

On the wooden table next to the ring, dry dust was blown up by the sound waves.

The tea in the cup also rippled in circles.

Li Zongzhu hesitated in his heart, I am afraid it will be difficult to explain to Xing Shao now.

He saw Jiang Xueming's body staggering and leaning to the side. The counter punch just now might have caused a lot of damage to Xueming.

Teacher Li thought about it in his heart.

——I made enough steps, and the rope rebounded, giving my body more strength.

——This punch was the combined force of the two. It was Xue Ming who took the initiative to attack. I swung my fist to meet it, like two moving cars colliding face to face.

——If I don’t do this, I’m afraid I will be the one who freezes there.

——The feeling of hitting the fist is very solid. I haven't worn gloves and protective gear yet. God bless me, but please don't hit Xue Ming wrongly.

——Why hasn’t he fallen? According to usual experience
Li Zongzhu's thoughts were interrupted, followed by a drastic change in his eyes.

because he saw—

——The little guy who was supposed to fall had his thighs trembling violently. He wanted to regain the center of gravity of his body, and then he slowly twisted his waist, but he returned to the fighting stance with just one breath and one breath.

Xue Ming's right hand was protecting his chin, which was exactly the same as Mr. Li Zongzhu's defensive fist in the first round.

His eyes were as sharp as in the first round, as if he hadn't suffered any mental damage.

On the fingertips of his right hand, the nails had gray-white cracks due to the huge impact, and the purple bruises on the half-fingered glove were connected together.

The sweat on those fingers, because of the huge impact and the high temperature of the scraping, bursts of white mist.

There was a red mark on the side of his face and chin, as if someone had slapped him in the face.

Li Zongzhu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

It's not that Jiang Xueming, a little guy, has all kinds of defensive methods to scare him.

The weakness of the chin and the ability to resist blows are all born. In previous games, he has seen a lot of iron chins.

But there are not many opponents who can defend against punches while attacking, as if this little guy has never let down his vigilance, nor has he let down his guard at any time.

What's more, after defending against the counter punch——

——Jiang Xueming is like a rubber man, kicking his thighs, twisting his waist, his eyes are like those of a normal person, his fighting will is like steel, and he continues to maintain his fighting posture.

At that time, Mr. Li was frightened by student Xueming's weird aerobics, as if seeing a ghost, he was so frightened that he cursed out loud.

Teacher Li scolded people word by word, keeping in sync with Jiang Xueming's slow and strange posture.

"Dou-lei-old-mother!!—"

"I'm sorry, teacher, I didn't understand what you said. Slow down. I thought you thought I wasn't good enough and asked me to continue beating." Jiang Xueming came back to his senses, and instructed: "Don't scold others, teacher, talk about martial arts. .”

Li Zongzhu slowed down for a long time before he regained some feeling from his trance state. At this moment, he could suddenly understand Lao Liu's extremely frightened mood.

because--

——Jiang Xueming smiled at his old master, like a devil's smile.

"Ms. Li, I think you are quite strong, and your physical strength should be good. My right hand was injured a little, but the problem is not serious. I have finished training my left hand? Should I continue to practice my right hand? Waist and leg, and other places, today Do you practice tonight?"

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(End of this chapter)