Although he was always at home, he kept lying on the sofa, motionless, as if he had gone on a far journey.
Take a shower, change clothes, and clean away the musty smell from your body.
Chen Jing slumped and continued to lie on the sofa.
I smacked my lips as I recalled this experience in the desert.
It wasn't until Ah Xuan slapped his face and complained that he was hungry that he got up again.
I grabbed some food, turned on my computer for the first time in a long time, updated the forum post, and posted my experience in a different way.
Continue to practice in the evening.
He was in no hurry to return to that world.
The third day.
Chen Jing arrived at the club as scheduled.
"Mr. Chen, long time no see." The coach greeted you at the door as always. After greetings, he took out a portfolio and handed it over. "This is the opponent we have arranged for you today."
Chen Jing pulled away the thread and took out the information inside.
"Chanda, male, height 1m97, weight 108kg, wingspan 2m08..."
Physical fitness is extremely excellent.
The file also lists his fights.
Not very good, and not known for his strength.
Among the more than 30 victories, only three were "KO", and the others were all points wins, a real trick.
"Is this my opponent?" When he reached the ring, Chen Jing raised his eyebrows, raised his head, and looked at the coach calmly.
He wasn't afraid.
When hunting in the wasteland, he often fought with ferocious beasts whose physique and strength were far superior to his own.
but......
Think in terms of the real world.
This person shouldn't be the opponent he has to face, right?
This is like a beginner who is very talented in mathematics but has only studied for half a year and is assigned to challenge one of the Millennium Problems.
No matter how you look at it, it defies logic.
"Yes." He was also very calm, "Mr. Chen, don't worry. The evaluation of video data over there is not based on performance. If you compete with a master, even if you lose, it will be good for you."
Chen Jingding nodded: "How much does he pay for appearance?"
The coach was stunned for a moment, and his voice became weaker: "Ah, well, I am his first coach. After talking to him, he was also very enthusiastic and there is no appearance fee."
"Really?" Chen Jing was confused.
The coach said seriously: "Really."
But he didn't dare to look directly at Chen Jing.
Anyone with a discerning eye, no, even those who are not discerning, can see that this is making things difficult.
Mr. Chen is smart and must understand.
But he......
Even though I knew I was being made difficult, I wasn't angry, and I was even worried about the cost.
Is that a little too much?
Even if it is to prevent Mr. Chen from participating in that extremely dangerous competition, is it a bit too bullying to invite an already successful professional player?
Sure enough, the other one is better...
No, it should be better to be weaker?
But everyone has already been invited.
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
For the future of the club and the future of Mr. Chen, even if I can't sleep tonight and get up and slap myself repeatedly, I must continue to do this!
Chen Jing warms up.
Chanda came over quickly. He was nearly two meters tall and weighed more than two hundred kilograms. Instead of looking bloated, he looked lean.
He is not very good-looking, with dark skin and energetic eyes, like a little leopard.
They changed into protective gear, stood on the ring, and began to communicate for the first time.
"Are you the talented person the teacher said?" Chanda looked at Chen Jing, "You are still a little weak, you need to practice more."
He didn't have much resistance.
Like most sports, boxing is a competitive sport that requires talent.
Some people have been practicing since childhood, and in the end they can only become coaches.
Some people become monks halfway, but in the end they can reach the world stage.
Take him for example, he became a monk halfway. Before he was 21, he worked on a construction site. One day he got drunk and got into a fight, which happened to hit the club. He couldn't afford to pay and didn't want to go to jail, so he was raped. Picked it up and cultivated it.
"Take your time, you can't rush this thing." Chen Jing responded to him and clenched his fists.
The protective gear had a soft feel, which he was not used to.
"Professional boxing matches are not as friendly as you think." Chanda put on a posture, "Although there are indeed some restrictions."
Chen Jing said nothing and put on a posture.
Chanda couldn't help but frown.
This...is different from what the teacher said.
What the teacher told himself on the phone was that he had to deal with a young man who was very talented and learned everything quickly, but didn't have much practical experience.
But the feeling the person in front of me gave me was completely different from the knowledge given by the teacher in the information.
Danger!
The kind of danger that makes your hair explode from your tail bone.
This is the feeling when being pointed at a gun by a black guy on the streets of Xinxiang.
This guy has no experience, just talent?
fart!
Chanda looked serious and became serious.
Under the ring, several coaches discussed in low voices.
"How many points do you think Chanda can win?"
"Don't win points, right? I think KO can be done in one minute at most."
"KO" is a boxing term, which refers to knocking down an opponent with correct techniques and making it impossible for the opponent to stand up again and continue the game within ten seconds without a second attack.
"No, Mr. Chen has always learned defensive moves very well."
"Chanda's knockout ability has been quite lacking."
"That's comparing with players of the same level." Some people disagreed and shook their heads, "There is such a big gap between professional and non-professional, and there is such a big difference in weight class."
But whether they agree with "KO" or not, they are not optimistic about Chen Jing.
How could a beginner who was not yet half a year old fight an opponent who was three weight classes above him have an outcome other than "losing".
Even professionals can't do it.
The coach clapped his hands to start the game and walked away from them.
Almost instantly.
Chanda rushed towards him, slipped to his knees halfway, reached out with his hands, and hugged him around the waist.
Diving throw.
So fast!
Chen Jing's third eye caught his movements, and his senses predicted what he was going to do, but in such a short distance, his body speed was not as fast as Qian Da's.
I want to lift my knees, but I haven’t done so yet.
He was hugged tightly by Chanda.
Chen Jinggang was about to punch, but he immediately realized, no.
This is a reported fight and the UFC rules are used.
It is prohibited to hit the back of the head or spine.
Tsk...
He was lucky that he didn't listen to the coach's lies and participated in professional fighting.
This rule is too restrictive.
Chanda flipped.
The difference in size and strength allowed him to crush his opponent in the simplest way.
Chen Jing gritted his teeth and used his energy to protect his torso.
With a bang, it hit the ground hard.
The coach came up and prepared to check the situation - ordinary people who had not received much anti-attack training would lose their combat effectiveness in just this moment.
Chanda was very professional, even in this situation, he still did not forget to pursue.
As soon as his body is horizontal, he will press on Chen Jing, and use the cross bar in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu to further suppress him.
The blow was so heavy that Chen Jing was in pain all over his body, even with his true energy protecting his body.
Maybe without that fight in the desert, he would have been sunk in pain and unable to resist.
but now......
Before Chanda could suppress him, he rolled around and hid in a panic.
The coach immediately pulled back.
Chanda looked cautious.
Is it so resistant to blows? How could he react so quickly after being thrown down like that?
Chen Jing grinned.
He didn't feel embarrassed about using his energy.
Are you allowed to have a physical advantage, but are you not allowed to have an advantage in Qi?
With a quick step, he walked straight towards Qian Da.
He doesn't have an advantage in terms of speed, but keeping a distance makes it easier for him to find opportunities.
Just fight in close combat!
Since I have the magical power of "Third Eye", there won't be any gap in my reaction ability.
There is also "infuriating energy", and the ability to resist blows is an advantage.
Just can't hit the vital point...
Chen Jing curled his lips and became even more resistant to these professional competitions.
The coach was horrified.
Mr. Chen beat me very fiercely.
Of course, what was even more surprising was that in close combat, a beginner like him could actually keep up with a professional player.
The fight was bloody.
One punch for another.
Blood spilled from the nose and corners of the mouth.
But even so, he was still able to protect his vital points in such a complicated situation and was never "KO".
Chanda was happy to do so.
Your body is stronger and more powerful, why not do this?
But more than a minute passed.
He sensed something was wrong.
How could the person opposite me be more resistant to beating than myself?
The physical exertion also seems to be less than mine.
The first round ended quickly.
The coach signaled to stop.
The people watching under the ring were surprised.
Looking at the situation, Mr. Chen is actually more dominant.
This is not like a crushing game between low heavyweight and high heavyweight, but a close confrontation.
Chanda cleaned the wound and looked at Chen Jing in shock.
I didn't notice it during the confrontation just now, but now that I'm counting, it seems that the other party's injuries were lighter than my own?
The three rounds were completed quickly.
The coach stopped them.
The onlookers were amazed. They thought that Chen Jing could last for one round at most and would be "KO" in less than one round. However, the two of them actually fought for three rounds. In terms of the situation, Chen Jing was the main attacker and Chanda was the defender. .
"I lost." Chanda said frankly, "You really don't plan to become a professional? With your ability, you will become famous as soon as you appear."
He was in a higher weight class, had more experience, and was outgunned in the ring.
Can this be called winning? Not even a draw.
Chen Jing took a towel to wipe his sweat and let the coaches treat his wounds: "No, it's boring."
"There have been several times, but I couldn't do it because of breaking the rules."
Chanda was startled.
Chen Jing counted on his fingers: "Like at the beginning of the first round, you hugged me and threw me. What would happen if I hit your neck with my elbow?"
"Or hit you in the spine."
"There is also the second round. When we hug each other, I will bite your ear and then kick your balls."
"besides......"
Chanda shuddered, took two steps back, and looked at Chen Jing who was talking strangely.
this......
Can't this be called fighting?
What's going on in his mind.
"Too polite, still too polite." Chen Jing shook his head and sighed, "It's boring, it doesn't feel exciting at all."
Yes.
He originally thought that fighting with a top master like Chanda would be a very exciting thing.
But really got started.
Very bland.
There was no hatred between the two, and the outcome was not a matter of life and death. This kind of peaceful ending, which seemed at first sight, could not bring him any sense of tension at all.
"Coach, have the videos been recorded?" Chen Jing stood up.
The coach nodded numbly: "It's recorded."
"Please pass it on." Chen Jing waved to him, "Let's make an appointment and I'll treat you to a meal."
The coach still nodded numbly and watched Chen Jing return to the locker room.
"Teacher, don't you want to persuade him anymore?" Chanda came over and said enthusiastically, "There is no other such a good seedling in the world."
He is not jealous at all.
UFC is not a mass sport in China, and its attention is very low. On the one hand, the public has no foundation for fighting, and on the other hand, the performance of the Chinese people is not very outstanding.
If a genius like Chen Jing is willing to participate in competitions and achieve a terrifying victory, he can expand the domestic market!
As a Chinese player, he is the first beneficiary.
There is no reason to be jealous. I hate that I have seen this thigh and have the opportunity to hug this thigh, but... I won't let myself hug this thigh!
"How to persuade him." The coach was annoyed and gritted his teeth, "If you KO him in one round, then I won't be able to persuade him."
Chanda shook his head: "He is very capable of resisting beatings. How did he train?"
"Practice, practice!" The coach was even more annoyed, "That's talent!"
"The amount of training you could achieve in half a year would take less than a month, and it's still increasing."
Chanda is envious.
What a talent...
These are the two most unexplainable words in the world.
