The boxing training ground named Garden is located in an inconspicuous corner of the old city. Downstairs is a second-hand sports goods store. It maintains the usual brick structure of the old city buildings, and the mottled walls look quite old. , the neon sign hanging in front of the window was either broken to save on electricity bills or broken, and there was no light at all. Fortunately, the light coming from the window proved that the training ground was still open for business.
Zhang Heng and Liya went up the stairs of the sports goods store to the second floor. They heard the sound of hitting sandbags in the distance. Two shirtless muscular men were sweating like rain.
In addition, there is a skipping rope, a trainer lifting dumbbells, and a group of children sitting on the ground listening to the lecture. The lecturer is an old man with gray hair, who should be the person in charge of this training ground.
Including the group of children who looked to be only eight or nine years old, they were all focused on the matter in front of them. No one came to talk to Zhang Heng who had just walked up.
However, Leya's appearance made the man lifting the dumbbells couldn't help but take a second look.
"My brother is not here." Leya whispered to Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng nodded and was not in a hurry. He stood there and waited patiently for about a quarter of an hour. The gray-haired coach taught the group of children the key points of punching and asked them to start practicing. Then he walked towards the two of them. come over.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Let's find someone." Zhang Heng said.
The old man made a sign of please.
"But he's not here."
"Then there's nothing I can do to help." After the old man said that, he turned around and went back to teaching.
"Wait a minute, are you a Catholic believer?" Zhang Heng took out the leaflet he received outside the monastery.
The old man took the leaflet and looked at it, then returned it, "Sorry, I'm not religious."
"Excuse me then."
Zhang Heng put the promotional page back into his pocket and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, one of the two people punching the sandbag suddenly stopped and pointed at Zhang Heng and then at the boxing ring aside.
"He wants to fight with you." The old man frowned, but still said.
"I'm sorry, I've never practiced boxing." Zhang Heng said, then looked at Leya, "Let's go."
The sandbag man seemed a little dissatisfied when he saw this. The old man sighed and had to speak again, "Maybe he knows where the person you are looking for is."
"Sorry, is he mute? He can't speak on his own?" Zhang Heng turned around and asked.
The punching bag man obviously also understood the word "mute". His expression changed and he seemed very unhappy. He patted his chest with his gloved hand, and then looked at Zhang Heng provocatively.
Several other people in the training ground also noticed the situation here and stopped what they were doing.
"I don't understand the rules of boxing very well." Zhang Heng said lightly.
"It doesn't matter. You can use any fighting skills you are good at. You can also use weapons if you want."
"Then someone can lend me a knife." Zhang Heng said, but it was a pity that the folding knife he used most easily could not bring out the parallel copy.
"Is a steak knife okay?"
"Yeah." Zhang Heng then borrowed another loop of tape and wrapped it around the blade.
Seeing this scene, a contemptuous smile appeared on the face of the punching bag man, which seemed to be mocking Zhang Heng for doing something unnecessary, let alone a mere steak knife, even if what Zhang Heng was holding now was a Tang knife. Might hurt him.
"You'll be thankful for the extra rounds of tape later," Zhang Heng said.
The old man wanted to give Zhang Heng protective gear, but the latter declined politely. He just took off the outer suit, handed it to Leya, and then stood on the boxing ring with the punching bag man.
The latter seemed amused by Zhang Heng's support. When he saw his opponent who was still wearing a shirt and trousers, he moved his limbs and didn't bother to put up any defensive posture. He directly hooked Zhang Heng and signaled to start.
Then the next moment his pupils shrank suddenly. He was still thinking about whether to use an uppercut or a straight punch later, and how much force he should use to knock down the opponent in front of him without being fatal. The result was that he Then I saw Zhang Heng suddenly moved.
The punching bag man himself is not weak. He has practiced amateur boxing for three years and participated in many boxing matches. He has seen all kinds of opponents, but this is the first time he has encountered someone who moves so fast.
Just when he was still provoking the opponent with his hook, the tip of the steak knife in Zhang Heng's hand had flashed in front of his eyes. He only needed to move two centimeters further to poke out his eyeball.
No one expected that what was originally going to be a battle between dragons and tigers came to an end in less than a second.
It was so fast that most people didn't even have time to express surprise.
"It's too fast, doesn't it count?" Zhang Heng took back his hand, "How about you make the first move this time?"
The punching bag man wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose. After this surprise attack, he finally lost the relaxation and contempt before and became alert. He had realized that the other party was not as easy to deal with as it seemed on the surface, but he was against He is also very confident in his own strength. Once he gets serious, he still has a great chance.
While the sandbag man was thinking this, he finally started to show off his steps. In order to prevent Zhang Heng from suddenly attacking him like before, he deliberately opened the distance between the two of them and carefully tested the opponent's rhythm by shaking his shoulders. .
This is completely the posture when facing a strong enemy.
On the other hand, Zhang Heng still had no reaction and just stood there quietly.
The punching bag man tried it for a while, and then began to feel very embarrassed. Every time he made a small move, he would immediately make up the opponent's reaction in his mind, and then immediately make defensive actions based on the reaction in his mind. The result was He scared himself for a long time like a fool [beep], but Zhang Heng on the other side didn't move from beginning to end.
The punching bag man realized that he couldn't go on like this and he had to attack.
With this thought in mind, Beach Man finally took the first step and punched out his right fist at the same time. Zhang Heng finally moved and leaned back slightly to avoid the punch, followed by Beach Man's second punch. Well, this time he chose Zhang Heng's chest, but the opponent still easily dodged it.
The sandbag man no longer had so many thoughts in his head at this time. He just punched Zhang Heng faster than the other. But what was unbelievable was that his attack was blocked by the opponent.
"Huh?" A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the old man watching the fight. This was the first time he had seen such a flexible pace. Even professional boxers would find it difficult to do it, because this is not something that can be achieved simply through training. Requires considerable practical experience.
"Have you finished attacking? If you finish attacking, I will take action next." Zhang Heng finally said after dodging another round of attacks from the sandbag man.
