The coaches care.
Of course, it’s not only because of the fame that training a world-class player, or even a historical player, can bring to the club and yourself, and not only because of the generous bonuses.
It's more out of professional appreciation for talent and not wanting to see such talent buried.
Chen Jing said nothing, frowning and thinking.
He would have been unhappy in the past. One reason was his personality. He didn't like to show off. Secondly, there is the issue of safety. Unlike most other sports, fighting is also the most direct and violent among many confrontational sports.
In other sports, if you move a little too fiercely on the field, you will be fouled. If you punch directly - unless it is ice hockey, you will basically be sent off.
But in fighting, if you don't punch hard enough to knock your opponent down, you won't win.
but......
Things are different now.
I need to improve my fighting skills and combat abilities.
It doesn’t seem impossible?
"Let me go back and think about it carefully?" Chen Jing gave this reply.
The UFC has a big name.
But he had only heard of it and did not understand it.
The coaches nodded excitedly: "Okay, okay."
"If you're not sure about anything, just ask me."
"I'm here twenty-four hours a day."
"Don't ask him, ask me, I can talk."
Something that hasn’t been settled yet.
But several coaches are already fighting.
If it weren't for the one taking care of the sparring partner, he also had to pay attention to his own mental health as a student. He would also like to go over and compete with those people.
As a coach.
Who wouldn’t want to bring out a “Marciano” or a “Sugar”.
Chen Jing changed his opponent.
From U18 to the main player of the club, the price of sparring has gone up.
However, the effect is also the same.
These real professional boxers have extremely high control over their bodies and faster reaction times.
Sometimes Chen Jing could see his intentions, and even his intentions for the next step or two.
But my body can’t keep up.
After two months of training, bullying an eighteen-year-old child who is immature in all aspects has no problem.
But against these bodies that have been tempered for thousands of years.
Still much worse.
A sparring partner is a sparring partner after all, and with coaches giving advice, they quickly grasp the key points.
He has a good mind and good eyesight.
But it was obvious that he had never fought.
This idea doesn't work.
Different from Meng Aman's simple feeding tactics, the club's sparring team emphasized streamlining his tactical thinking.
Don't make it so complicated.
Don't think so much.
After a day of training, Chen Jing returned home and took a bath to digest the results.
By the way, search for many things about "UFC".
Only then did he realize that there was something wrong with his understanding.
Mixed martial arts does not mean "UFC", but the coaches are sure that they can get on that stage.
You can't hit the vital points, you can't be clever...
The rules of mixed martial arts can basically be summarized into these two.
Deliberately create a fair environment and compete in this environment.
Um......
Disadvantage means.
But it is an era of peace after all.
Seems good?
Chen Jing put the phone aside.
After taking a shower, log into the game again.
Meng Aman was waiting for him at the door.
Discussion as always.
"Your thinking is much better than before." Meng Aman rubbed his chest, "Is it because of the magical power?"
He grinned.
In today's competition, he can only have the advantage in experience, strength and body.
It is difficult to form a huge advantage like before.
Chen Jing innocently spread his hands: "I have a passive ability to enhance my eyesight and reaction ability."
"Fighting with me, are you quite restrained?"
He looked at Meng Aman.
Before, I was too weak and had never been able to measure Meng Aman's combat ability well.
But I just had a sparring session with that professional sparring partner today.
Now another fight.
He had a relatively specific judgment on Meng Aman's strength.
Better than that professional sparring partner.
No matter in terms of reaction ability, body, or fighting ideas.
It's just awkward.
Meng Aman nodded and smiled: "Do you feel it now?"
"Then it seems I can relax a little tomorrow and teach you something more."
"I don't know where you learned this style of fighting. I've watched it during this period. It's standard, but it doesn't have enough killing intent."
"They all go in the direction of knocking people down, but not beating them to death."
"So kind."
Chen Jing was silent and nodded.
Meng Aman spoke again: "By the way, do you want to come to our Yuncheng for a walk tomorrow?"
"I won't go." Chen Jing shook his head.
Meng Aman said softly: "Today, a caravan came from afar. It is said that it came from a city four to five hundred miles away from us."
"I brought some goods here for trade. Let's see if there is anything you need."
Chen Jing raised his eyebrows: "Four to five hundred miles? So far?"
Although he hasn't been out yet.
but......
Occasionally, I can hear from some scavengers that the wasteland is extremely dangerous.
Not to mention hundreds of miles, even dozens of miles are full of dangers.
"Well, I was surprised at first." Meng Aman sighed, "But listening to their accent, it is indeed very different from ours."
"They said that they were able to come all this way because they hired a genius guard who was on the Qianlong List."
"Oh, there's more!"
"They said they came here under the protection of Heavenly Mother."
Heavenly Mother?
Chen Jing was immediately shocked.
Now these two words are like the gangrene on his back, it hurts when he mentions it.
"What Heavenly Mother?" he asked in a low voice.
Meng Aman frowned and thought: "What is it...the Heavenly Mother of Mercy or something."
"Compassionate and auspicious, Heavenly Mother in the sky." Chen Jing said this name that was unforgettable to him.
Meng Aman nodded: "Yes, that's it."
Chen Jingshen took a breath and tried to calm down.
what happened......
Didn’t Heavenly Mother preach in the small world?
How could it appear in the main world?
and!
Chen Jing noticed something, looked up at Meng Aman, and asked anxiously: "You said there is a monk from the Qianlong List in their caravan?"
Meng Aman nodded.
"Who is it?" he asked.
Meng Aman answered without hesitation. He was much more familiar with the names of these geniuses than with the name of the Heavenly Mother: "It's the one hundred and thirty-seventh one, Zhang Zhao from the seventh floor of the interior scene."
"He was also selected by Huangliang Realm?" Chen Jing asked again.
Meng Aman nodded: "Of course it is."
"Only the chosen ones like you can improve your cultivation realm so unscrupulously."
Chen Jing frowned even more tightly.
Here comes the point that makes me even more confused.
Doesn’t Tianmu hate Huangliang Realm so much that she wants to destroy every player in Huangliang Realm?
But how...
His followers would actually come together with the monks in the Huangliang Realm.
And ask him to be the escort of the caravan?
Meng Aman also noticed Chen Jing's face at this time and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
