Ye Qin and Pan Fei, led by their coach, started running around the island along the beach. From the dawn of day to the sun rising from the horizon in the east, time passed minute by minute, and neither of them felt any physical discomfort. There was no feeling of fatigue at all, not even a drop of sweat. Even now, my breathing is still steady, and it doesn't look like I have been running for a while. The physical strength of the leading coach has obviously begun to decline, and his running posture has begun to become less standardized.
"Xiao Qin, do you feel nothing at all?" Pan Fei asked while running.
"Yeah, well, I don't feel short of breath even now." Ye Qin nodded and replied.
"It seems that it is caused by the function of this enhancement potion." Pan Fei paused and continued, "Come on, let's try to run faster!"
Before Ye Qin could react, Pan Fei immediately picked up his speed and rushed to the front, passing by the coach.
"Stop!" The leading coach exploded in anger when he saw Pan Fei rushing away.
The coach's long career as a soldier has honed his physical fitness and loud voice. This sound frightened Pan Fei as if he was frozen to the ground, and he suddenly stopped and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Who asked you to run in front of me? Did you get my approval?" the coach snapped.
Pan Fei shook his head and didn't dare to say anything.
"Do you think it's great just because you've been injected with the enhancement potion? Come on, come here, let's fight!"
"No, no, no!" Pan Fei waved his hand, obviously scared.
"It's okay. It just so happens that you have also been enhanced by the enhancement potion, and all your body functions are far superior to ordinary people. It shouldn't be a problem to compete with an ordinary person like me!" The coach suddenly said with a smile, but why did the smile become more and more annoying the more he looked at it? People are afraid.
Pan Fei shook his head like a rattle, refusing to agree.
When the coach saw his posture, he had no choice but to use radical methods.
"Pa..." A slap hit Pan Fei on the head.
"Why did you hit me?" Pan Fei was overwhelmed by the sudden slap and asked with suppressed anger.
In Pan Fei's memory, except for his father Pan Zhen, who beat him when he did bad things when he was a child, everyone else treated him with respect. No one dared to do anything to him, or even verbally provoke him. , this slap came really suddenly.
"Why are we beating you? I'm just seeing you unhappy!" the coach said arrogantly.
"Are you sick?" Pan Fei said angrily.
Pan Fei tried his best to control his emotions at this time. He could feel that the coach was forcing him to take action, so he restrained himself to the best of his ability.
"Tum..." The coach kicked Pan Fei in the stomach.
Pan Fei fell 2 meters away, sat on the ground holding his stomach and stared at him fiercely. It seemed that the coach had no room for this kick.
"How's it going, kid, are you convinced?" the coach asked with a provocative smile.
"Are you looking for death?" Pan Fei stood up and stared at the coach.
"Oh, you have a bad temper? What? Have you thought about it? Are you ready to take action?" the coach continued to challenge.
Even though Pan Fei was extremely angry at this time, he still maintained the last trace of restraint.
"Don't force me!" Pan Fei shouted.
"There are people who have no one to support them. Today I will take care of you for your father and let you have a memory, haha." After saying this, the coach laughed loudly.
"Who the hell are you saying was born and raised by someone else?" Pan Fei was furious. At this time, he had lost the last of his sanity and rushed forward, raised his fist and flew towards the coach's face.
Ye Qin stood by as a bystander. He did not want to get involved because he could clearly see that this was a decision made by the coach to establish his authority and to regulate this kind of disobedient behavior. Pan Fei did have Wrong first. What's more, this is a battle between two men. If Pan Fei really needs his help, he will definitely rush forward without hesitation.
The coach dodged Pan Fei's fist, then squatted down and punched Pan Fei who was lunging forward. This punch happened to hit Pan Fei's lower abdomen again. In pain, Pan Fei covered his stomach and backed away repeatedly. It took him a few steps to stand upright, his face covered with sweat from the pain.
"What's wrong? You can't stand it now? Do you still want to come?" The coach said even more arrogantly when he saw that the attack was successful.
"Your uncle..."
Pan Fei endured the pain and rushed forward again, raising his right leg to prepare for a side kick to the coach. Unexpectedly, the coach saw through his motive in advance, and ducked back half a step. Then he also raised his right leg and kicked Pan Fei on the calf bone of his right leg. In pain, Pan Fei knelt on one knee on the ground, his face turned red from holding back. , seeing that he could not stand up for the time being. Because the force of Pan Fei's impact was too strong, the coach's kicked right leg rebounded from Pan Fei's forward thrust, forcing him to take a few steps back before standing still, silently thinking "What a great force!"
"Oh, you are quite strong. I almost succeeded. Tsk, tsk, tsk..." The coach stepped forward and continued to challenge.
Pan Fei, who was kneeling on one knee, did not answer. Instead, he jumped up from the ground and rushed towards the coach like a tiger preying on prey.
The coach didn't expect that Pan Fei would do this in a hurry, and he dodged again, allowing Pan Fei, who was already seriously injured, to escape.
Pan Fei, who originally planned to beat his master to death with a routine to subdue the coach, saw that his plan failed and was about to take action again. Unexpectedly, the coach was faster than him and stepped on his vest. It hurt. Pan Fei almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Pan Fei wanted to get up from the ground and continue fighting with the coach, but the coach was not a gentleman. He didn't give him a chance at all. He sat on him and punched and kicked him. At this time, Pan Fei was the one who was messed up. The old master who was beaten to death.
Pan Fei, who was lying on the ground, was beaten badly and was about to faint, but he still retained the last bit of consciousness to resist pointlessly.
"What? You still don't accept it? Give up!" The coach rode on Pan Fei and slapped him on the head.
Ye Qin, who was watching the game from the sidelines, could clearly feel that the coach was a little unbearable at this time, and his attacks were not as heavy as before.
"I'm going to kill you!" Pan Fei, who was pinned to the ground and had lost his fighting power, shouted with all his strength.
"You've reached this level, do you still think you're great? Just admit defeat..."
"I don't……"
The coach rode on Pan Fei and nodded with an admiring expression, "Good boy, you have backbone!"
To Ye Qin's surprise, after the coach said this, he knocked out Pan Fei, who was struggling desperately on the ground, with a palm.
Then the coach stood up, stared at Ye Qin and ordered, "Take him back, today's training is cancelled!"
