Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 325 - 224_2

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 merely a "human punching bag" or engaging in mutual deconstruction during joint practice sessions.

Moreover, the progress bar for the Agility Attribute seemed 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 embarrassment, and he forced a couple of dry laughs:

"I have things to do tomorrow, haha, maybe next time. Next time, 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 some intensive training, and then recover his standing.

Fang Cheng didn’t point it out, going along with his words:

"Alright, then next time, 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 agreement, the sparring match earned him 1000 yuan successfully, and also significantly improved his skill experience.

Fang Cheng was all smiles, almost saying, "Welcome boss, come again next time."

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 immediately surrounded him.

"Ah Cheng, you’re awesome! I knew you could handle it; crucial moments 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 acknowledgment for Fang Cheng, also praising their foresight.

They already thought Fang Cheng had tremendous 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 me; I’m just recklessly training relying on my good stamina. Winning or losing one match in professional competitions doesn’t mean 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 medical 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, some went to class, some went to their training, and the venue returned to its usual hustle and bustle.

The sound of equipment 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 meditation over how to counter him. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

His opponent seemed 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 emerged.

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 some disagreement, 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 seemed to carry a hint of resentment.

"Ah Cheng, did you notice anything?"

At this moment, a voice sounded beside him.

Fang Cheng turned his head to see Chen Xiaohai from the logistics department mysteriously approaching.

His eyes sparkled with gossip, and he dragged his voice, teasingly giving a hint: