Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 857: Ancestor’s Fist—Only My Brother Ever Said It Was Soft

The military training program at Imperial University is packed tightly.

Right after the shooting module, they start learning military boxing.

Today, Instructor Yan’s group has been teaching from early morning all the way through noon, even starting an hour early for afternoon training, cutting out the lunch break, and tirelessly repeating the punching movements, which has made the group of girls groan with exhaustion.

"If you manage to pass the assessment today, I’ll give you a day off tomorrow!" said Instructor Yan.

Immediately, everyone feels revived, ready to punch for a few more hours.

After all, they’ve been training for so many consecutive days, they really look forward to taking a day off to wear their pretty little dresses, go shopping, get their hair done, drink milk tea, and buy fall clothes — ah ah ah.

Xiao Hong was practicing with extra effort. With last night’s special attention and teaching, she was learning faster and better than the others, constantly being praised by Instructor Yan as the standard for "proper movements."

Sun Yun Yun, although panting and slightly struggling with her stamina, also managed to fit into the category of smooth movements fairly quickly.

Only one figure among the crowd was somewhat out of sync with everyone else.

"Xi Zuzi!"

Instructor Yan couldn’t help but call out, "What are you practicing? Are you dancing or punching?"

Sun Yun Yun took the lead in laughing.

Xi Zuzi remained calm, coolly replying, "I’m punching, Xiao Yan. Can’t you tell?"

Instructor Yan’s face twitched a few times, "With punches as soft as this, what effect will it have? Do you think you’re swatting mosquitoes? Practicing boxing is meant to confront an opponent; it needs momentum!" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The gloom from yesterday coupled with today’s frustration made him exceptionally fierce.

Sun Yun Yun laughed even louder.

"Momentum, huh..." Xi Zuzi flicked her fingers, "What kind of momentum do you want?"

Instructor Yan took a deep breath and nominated a student, "Xiao Hong, demonstrate for her by punching the sandbag!"

Sun Yun Yun immediately felt a bit disappointed.

She punches beautifully too, why not let her demonstrate? It would also help take Xi Zuzi down a notch.

But the instructor just likes to let Xiao Hong shine.

Xiao Hong, gentle and seemingly weak, stepped out and nodded modestly, "Hello, Instructor, Xi, everyone, I will do my best to demonstrate. The punches may not be perfect, so please criticize and advise freely."

"Such a show off." Xi Rubao snickered from beneath, "She’s just eager to outdo my sister, isn’t she?"

"Well, let’s see how much she’s got." Wu Qianman smirked, "Don’t end up showing her weaknesses, haha."

Despite her fragile appearance, no one really had much hope for Xiao Hong.

But the way she punched was quite standard, as if she’d received special guidance — just better than everyone else.

After completing a series of punches, the final strike especially concentrated all her strength — despite her dry and slim build, this last punch actually sent the heavy hanging sandbag flying at a ninety-degree angle!

This strength was indeed quite impressive.

Everyone fell silent.

Instructor Yan smiled slightly, "Xiao Hong performed excellently. See, this is the force of punches landing squarely on the target. If someone attacks Xiao Hong, she can certainly deliver the correct and effective counterattack..."

He then turned, somewhat disdainfully, towards Xi Zuzi, "And you? With those soft punches, what’s their use? Better humble yourself and learn properly!"

Xi Zuzi rested her chin, seemingly lost in thought for a moment, neither replying nor moving, lost in her own world.

Until Instructor Yan was about to blow up, "Xi Zuzi, have you been listening to the class or not!"

She finally responded leisurely with a light laugh, "The Ancestor’s fists, only brother ever said they were soft."