Cultivating through increasing my stats in America-Chapter 143 - 134 The Boxing Match Begins

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Chapter 143: Chapter 134 The Boxing Match Begins

Before this, they had never felt that throwing sandbags could be so exhausting until they met Li Ang.

After a full two hours, when everyone could barely lift their arms, Li Ang finally let them off the hook.

"Remember, same time, same place tomorrow, don’t forget to come for training," he said.

In fact, Li Ang wasn’t lying to them; in many boxing exercises that involve feeling the way force is exerted, there are practices that include throwing objects.

The speed at which you throw something is essentially determined by the speed at the end of your arm, which helps significantly in understanding the transmission of force and how to make your exertion of energy more efficient.

Li Ang had also found a highly efficient way to train his reaction time.

At first, he could hardly dodge the attack of three sandbags and could only grab onto the sandbags to "save his life" and extend his time in the drill.

By the end of today, he had managed to go almost two to three minutes without being hit once by any of the three sandbags.

In the following days, Li Ang enhanced his [Spirit] by reading specialized books during his school commutes, and trained his reaction time after school.

Once his reaction time improved further, and after he finally managed to boost his [Spirit] to 20 in one go, his senses during the sandbag game underwent a different kind of change.

"OMG, I want to know how you can dodge the sandbags coming from behind; did you grow a third eye on the back of your head?" Barber asked incredulously.

"It’s a kind of sensing of danger; once you train your Inner Qi Skills to a certain level, you will have such an ability," Li Ang casually made up.

Seeing that Barber still looked confused, Li Ang decided to give an example:

"Have you seen ’Spider-Man’? It’s similar to his spider-sense. Can you understand it now?"

"I know, I know," Barber said with a look of sudden realization.

"So you mean, you have superpowers, wow! My classmate actually has superpowers," he said.

Looking at his not-so-bright expression, Li Ang couldn’t be bothered to explain any further.

In fact, he had stumbled upon the truth; even Li Ang himself felt that his current abilities were somewhat mysterious and exceeded the capabilities of ordinary humans—describing them as superpowers wasn’t too far off.

However, his current sensing ability was still somewhat intermittent, yet it was much clearer compared to before.

Li Ang’s ultimate goal for himself was to be able to "dodge bullets." Okay, even if he couldn’t dodge bullets, being able to avoid gunfire would be almost as good.

In America, where he lived, he couldn’t help but be vigilant about such incidents.

In 2021, America sold a total of 18.8 million firearms, of which 11.3 million were handguns and 7.5 million were long guns.

According to an American gun survey in 2021, there is approximately one gun owner for every three adult Americans.

According to data from the "Gun Violence Archive" website in 2023, there have been 650 mass shootings in America so far this year, with a total of 42,491 people killed and 35,912 injured due to gun incidents.

Among them, the number of teenagers and children (0-17 years old) killed and injured due to gun incidents reached 1,657 and 4,463 respectively.

On average, 116 people die from gun incidents every day—a gunfight is no joke.

Although the area where Li Ang currently lives is not particularly chaotic, nobody can guarantee they won’t encounter a madman, like the one he met at the supermarket last time.

Thankfully, according to Tyler, the mentally unstable shooter from that incident was hit by a durian thrown by Li Ang and became partially paralyzed; even if he recovered, he would only be able to move around in a wheelchair.

The boxing match is scheduled for tomorrow, which is a Saturday—not a particularly good day. The students would have preferred it on a school day.

The number of students who came to watch the match wasn’t large, consisting only of those interested in boxing and a few classmates of the participating fighters—altogether, about forty or fifty people.

It’s worth mentioning that Li Ang actually spotted the same younger students at the venue who he initially met playing with sandbags.

"See, I told you it was the right decision not to run away that day; he’s actually a member of the school’s boxing team."

"Considering his speed, he might have chased and beaten all four of us up."

"I’m eagerly looking forward to seeing him get knocked down. I hope his opponent is strong."

"Don’t worry, what you’re talking about will happen soon. I’ve heard about the strength of our school’s boxing team from my friend—it’s about the same as our academic ranking in class."

"You mean fourth from the bottom?"

"I think we should be considered as a whole, and stop bragging about your fourth from the bottom rank."

"That would be last."

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The group chatted incessantly in the stands.

But to be fair, most of what they said was the truth.

At least that was something Li Ang had fully realized.

Some schools even had dedicated cheerleading teams for their boxing teams.

Yet amongst the audience from their school, not a single female spectator was present.

Okay, there was one—if Catina counted. She was invited by Li Ang to film video footage.