Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 11: Boxing Friends Are Stronger
The burly man in the stretch shirt remained silent, his eyes fixed on Fang Cheng.

With a height of about 1.8 meters and a large body that has grown horizontally, he is extremely intimidating without any words.

Fang Cheng became alert, his shoulders slightly tilted, and he took one step forward and one step back, assuming a low-hand stance.

You can switch between offensive and defensive postures at any time.

The burly man in the stretch shirt stopped, keeping just over an arm's length away.

Then he looked puzzled and asked:
"You also practiced boxing, are you in the same field?"

Fang Cheng couldn't help but be stunned, looking at the guy in front of him who was as strong as a bear.

The sturdy man in the stretch shirt frowned slightly, and then started chatting with great interest:
"Just now you used your eyes and fake moves to trick me into taking the knife away, and that cross-direction hook was great!"

"Have you ever played a game? We can have a sparring match sometime."

There was even a hint of praise in his words.

"Brother Ma..."

A Dong groaned and finally recovered from his liver failure.

After Fang Cheng knocked the yellow-haired man unconscious with a punch, the criminal law provisions on excessive self-defense flashed through his mind.

Therefore, although the speed of the next two attacks was fast, the power was much weaker.

After all, this was his first time beating someone with his iron fist. It was difficult to control the scale and he was afraid of causing the person to bleed internally.

"Oh--"

The sturdy man suddenly realized what was going on, then wiped his face hard and put on a fierce expression.

"I don't care if you're in the same business as me or not!"

"Isn't it natural to pay back debts? Does that mean those who owe money can just do it with a clear conscience?"

He shouted loudly and turned to look at the onlookers and security guards.

"Is that right? Please give us some advice. What's wrong with what we did?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to have much ill intention, Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are causing trouble here and affecting other patients' rest. If you have any disputes, you can ask the police for help and go to the police station to negotiate and resolve them."

Hearing Fang Cheng say this, Ah Dong curled his lips and couldn't help but retort:
"Do you know our identities? We are from the Viper Gang..."

"Cough, cough!"

The sturdy man coughed twice, then quickly took over the conversation and explained:
“We are debt collectors from a legitimate finance company.”

Fang Cheng didn't have time to care about their specific origins, but continued to persuade them politely:
"What's the point of taking the child away? He has leukemia. If his condition worsens, who will be responsible?"

"According to the law, you must bear the charge of manslaughter, or are you willing to pay for the child's living expenses and medical expenses?"

"After he recovers from his illness, if he has any problems, or debts to pay, even if you take him to court, you will have more reason to be right."

"What you said...seems to make sense."

Perhaps impressed by Fang Cheng's polite attitude, the sturdy man touched his chin and began to ponder.

"Since what you said makes so much sense, okay, I'll give them another month."

"I can always collect the interest in a month, right?"

He turned and looked at the nervous young couple.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The young couple hugged their child tightly and nodded in response.

I don’t know whether he was thanking these thugs or thanking Fang Cheng.

The sturdy man shook his head and cursed under his breath, "What a fucking shit."

He walked up to the yellow-haired boy who was still sleeping soundly like a baby and slapped him in the face.

The yellow-haired man groaned and woke up slowly.

Looking at the unexpectedly harmonious scene before my eyes, I couldn't help but murmur:

"Brother, didn't you tell me to be more ruthless?"

"Shut up!"

The strong man scolded, and then ordered another younger brother:
"Adong, take him downstairs to get an appointment and see if he has a concussion. Our boxers' fists are not vegetarian."

Just when the three guys decided to keep things quiet and were about to leave.

The strong man seemed to suddenly remember something and turned back.

He rummaged in his pocket for a long time, took out a crumpled business card and handed it to Fang Cheng.

"Keep in touch when you have time. I'll introduce some boxing buddies to you. Only by learning from each other can we make progress."

After saying that, he smiled and left with his two younger brothers.

Fang Cheng looked at the business card without commenting.

"Black Snake Financial Company, Head of the Debt Collection Team, Ma Dong Hyuk."

The three debt collectors walked to the elevator and could vaguely hear voices of distress.

They seemed to be discussing with each other how to explain to the boss when they returned.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the onlookers gradually dispersed.

A group of security guards walked up to Fang Cheng one by one and expressed their sincere gratitude for helping them solve their work difficulties.

Finally, only the young couple was left, still holding their child tightly, sitting on the ground in a daze, not yet coming to their senses.

"I'll just say it!"

"How can the Viper Gang guys react so quickly..."

Li Dingjian appeared from nowhere, took off his mask and muttered softly, with a relaxed look on his face.

Then he looked Fang Cheng up and down with a strange look in his eyes, as if he saw him for the first time.

"What, you don't recognize me?"

Fang Cheng remained calm and composed, straightening his sleeves which had been lifted up during the fight.

Li Dingjian stretched out his hand and pinched his arm, clicking his tongue repeatedly:

"You little brat, you've been practicing martial arts secretly. You're getting more and more handsome..." "Chengcheng, what's wrong with you? I heard people said you had a fight with some hooligans?"

As he was speaking, he heard anxious footsteps and Li Biyun's voice from behind.

Fang Cheng looked back and saw his mother's worried look, so he quickly explained:
"No, those people are not gangsters..."

"Sister, you missed the fun."

Li Dingjian quickly took over the conversation, and said with great joy:

"When Ah Cheng punched the gangster just now, he was just like a boxing champion. He has some of the style of my brother-in-law in his youth!"

Fang Cheng and Li Biyun turned their heads at the same time and glared at him fiercely.

Li Dingjian smiled awkwardly, immediately shut up, shrugged his shoulders and apologized.

Grandpa had been woken up by now.

Fang Cheng stayed in the ward with his mother and uncle and talked with him.

Of course, they were the ones talking most of the time, and grandpa could only nod and hum in response.

According to the doctor, the tube will be removed in two days, and I will be able to eat liquid food and speak normally.

After the drip was changed and the old man fell asleep from exhaustion, my mother and uncle left for their own business.

The room fell silent again.

The only sounds left were the occasional beeping of the monitor and the soft voices in the corridor.

Fang Cheng sat there, feeling a little bored.

So I stood up, put my hands on the cold tiles, and started doing push-ups.

Once a habit is formed, it is difficult to change.

I feel guilty if I'm a little lazy.

It's like when I fail in the future, I'll look back and blame him for not working hard enough now.

The burly man named "Ma Dong Hyuk" is no ordinary thug.

Fang Cheng felt a strong sense of oppression from him, as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast.

In fact, it feels better than what the professional coaches and boxers in the club give me.

This sense of oppression is not just due to the difference in size, but more importantly, the difference in momentum cultivated through frequent battles.

Fang Cheng's expression was calm just now, but his body was tense, guarding against a sudden attack from his opponent.

Perhaps, with his current boxing skills, he can already compete with professional boxers.

But in the face of absolute power, any skills are nothing.

If the other party did not choose to back down and really started fighting, Fang Cheng could not guarantee that he would be able to escape unscathed.

Men are in danger.

Or use other people's bodies to vent stress.

Either you strengthen your body and increase your confidence to defeat your opponent.

Fang Cheng chose the latter.

On the way, the nurse came in for a routine check.

Seeing him doing push-ups so vigorously, I couldn't help but look at him in a strange way.

Fang Cheng didn't care about other people's eyes.

Looking at the prompt messages that kept popping up on the panel, I counted silently.

[You completed 6 standard push-ups, skill experience +1]

[You completed 6 standard push-ups, skill experience +1]

[You completed 7 standard push-ups, skill experience +1]

………………

As the progress bar passes the halfway point and approaches the upper limit of lv0, the rate at which skill experience increases becomes slower and slower.

I'm afraid that after upgrading to lv1, just like boxing, the effectiveness of ordinary exercise will become much lower.

It was like two opponents encountered in actual combat.

The panel can give the evaluation of that fat drunkard as a "equal opponent".

Defeat him easily and your experience points increase by 20 points.

However, the two thugs who had been fighting in the streets for years were only given the title of "nobodies".

The experience gained from defeating them is almost the same as that of drunkards.

But on second thought, I think it makes sense.

After the boxing skill is upgraded to level 1, the rating given by the panel is "expert level".

Even though the two thugs have extensive experience in fighting, compared to an expert like me, they are nothing but rookies.
Fang Cheng got up and took a breath.

He clenched his hands and stared at the blue veins that protruded on the back of his fists.

As your skill level increases, your physical strength will continue to improve.

Rather, the opponents we face will become stronger and stronger.

Rather, the challenge you need must be strong enough.

The greater the difficulty, the greater the reward.

To break through the upper limit of the "Boxing" skill, you need to set up an imaginary enemy, practice air strikes, and simulate actual combat.

After breaking through the skill limit of "Push-ups", if you continue to repeatedly practice basic movements, the efficiency will obviously be low.

The most appropriate way is to increase the difficulty of completing each action.

Fortunately, the "Six Arts of Prisoners" training system is complete.

Each fitness skill has a corresponding reasonable advanced training method, which can be unlocked and improved step by step.

There is no need to worry about this.

(End of this chapter)