Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

8 PM.

The Black Bear Boxing Gym was cleared out.

Zhao Pengfei sat in the boss's chair by the side of the arena, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his legs propped up on the table, watching the ring with a lazy expression.

On the arena.

Lin Dawei was wearing a vest and shorts, with full sets of thick protective gear on his fists.

Standing opposite him was a thin, middle-aged man with a buzz cut.

Old Xu.

His thin body didn't have many exaggerated muscles, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and his whole person exuded a slippery and cunning aura.

when--

The bronze bell rang, and the practical training officially began.

Old Xu didn't rush to attack at all, but instead slowly circled around Lin Dawei with light, quick steps.

Suddenly!

Old Xu lowered his left shoulder and made a realistic diving and lunging feint.

Relying on his muscle memory from the past few days, Lin Dawei instinctively shifted his weight back, preparing to make a defensive move.

However, that was just a facade!

Just as Lin Dawei shifted his weight backward, Lao Xu suddenly exerted force with his feet, took a sliding step and directly rushed into the inner circle. His right fist drew a strange arc and slammed into Lin Dawei's side with a bang.

The force wasn't enough to break through a defense, but the landing point was tricky.

"It's too tight!"

After finishing his attack, Lao Xu retreated, sliding to a safe distance and letting out a soft shout.

"Your foundation is solid, but it's a dead foundation. Real combat relies on deception and attrition; don't just focus on your fists!"

Zhao Pengfei, sitting in the audience, exhaled a smoke ring, his smile revealing his enjoyment of the spectacle.

"Old man, teach him a lesson!"

Lin Dawei remained silent.

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to rush over with absolute speed and power and smash the opponent to death with one punch.

What he needs is technical refinement, not just brawling.

He adjusted his breathing and quickly went through in his mind the stances and footwork that Atai had taught him.

In the second round, Lin Dawei's movements changed completely.

He gradually became familiar with Lao Xu's feints and deceptions.

They tried to stare intently at Lao Xu's torso and pelvis to determine whether his movements were real or fake.

Old Xu once again tried to use a shoulder shake to trick Lin Dawei into giving up his defense.

Lin Dawei did not move his feet, but his upper body swayed slightly to the left by three centimeters, like a spring.

call!

Old Xu's feint immediately turned into a real move, and a jab grazed Lin Dawei's ear and missed.

It's now!

Lin Dawei pushed off the ground with his feet, taking advantage of the millisecond gap when Lao Xu's moves were fading.

His left jab shot out like lightning!

He suppressed his strength.

It's simply about using technique to transfer power from the heels to the waist, then through the shoulders to the fist.

Snapped!

The jab landed precisely on the center of Lao Xu's nose.

The blow sent Lao Xu staggering backward, his vision momentarily blurred for a second.

Lin Dawei did not rush for credit. After making his move, he immediately stepped back half a body length by sliding, still maintaining his impeccable standard stance.

"pretty!"

On the sidelines, Artest couldn't help but clench his fists and let out an excited growl.

For the next few minutes, the ring completely transformed into a showcase of Lin Dawei's basic skills.

He doesn't use punches or brute force.

Relying solely on his incredibly solid defensive footwork and his venomous, extreme jabs, he engaged in a frantic tug-of-war with Lao Xu on the table.

Lin Dawei neutralized most of Lao Xu's feints with minimal dodging.

Old Xu's physical strength was rapidly depleted during this intense pulling, and every breath he took felt like a bellows being pulled out of its throttle.

When the bell rings to signal the end.

Old Xu held his knees with both hands, large drops of sweat hitting the floor, so tired he almost knelt down.

He raised his head and looked at Lin Dawei, whose breathing remained as steady as ever, as if he were looking at a monster.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

Old Xu took off his gloves and waved his hand, panting.

"Artest, where did you find this pervert?"

"Is this what you call only knowing the basics?"

Old Xu wiped his sweat, his voice trembling.

"His footwork and jab distance sense are more rigid and precise than those who have trained professionally for over ten years! He saw right through me just now. If he hadn't held back, this old man of mine would have been dead on the stage today!"

Atai gave a bitter smile and didn't reply, but his eyes were full of undisguised shock.

Limited by his own abilities, Artest admitted that he only taught the basics.

But Lin Dawei has honed this foundation into an unbreakable iron plate.

Zhao Pengfei stubbed out his cigarette in anger and stood up.

"Old Deng, you've learned well."

Zhao Pengfei walked to the ropes and stared at Lin Dawei with a particularly excited look in his eyes.

"I'll come find you tomorrow!"

late at night.

The warm yellow light in room 402 of the studio apartment appeared somewhat dim.

Lin Dawei lay on the narrow single bed, his strong latissimus dorsi muscles rising and falling with his steady breathing.

Three consecutive days of extreme boxing, coupled with the system's tenfold feedback, left his entire body in a state of extreme soreness and tension.

Liu Li knelt down beside him.

Tonight she changed into a pair of extremely short home hot pants, while her upper body was still wearing a tight-fitting tank top. With the lights on, she looked exceptionally soft.

"Brother Lin, is this force okay?"

Liu Li's voice carried a hint of cautious flattery.

She first placed her hands on Lin Dawei's broad shoulders and back, her fingertips gently massaging along the taut muscle lines.

Then switch to pressing down slowly with the heel of your palm.

Lin Dawei's body was so trained that her muscles were hard. She used almost all her strength, but she could only barely relieve the surface soreness.

Before long, a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her breathing became slightly rapid.

Lin Dawei lay on the narrow bed with his eyes closed, only letting out a low groan from his throat, clearly not yet satisfied.

"Too light."

His voice was muffled, and without turning his head, he raised his hand and pointed behind him.

"Come up and step on it."

Liu Li paused for a moment, then carefully stood on the edge of the bed, supporting herself against the wall, and stepped barefoot onto his back.

She first tested the waters by applying pressure, and when he didn't say anything, she slowly lowered her center of gravity, stepping down from her shoulder blades to her waist.

Lin Dawei's back muscles rippled slightly with her movements.

After walking back and forth a few times, Liu Li's calves began to ache, and beads of sweat slid down her face.

Lin Dawei finally let out a slow breath, his shoulders and back visibly relaxing.

Liu Li slowly squatted down, supporting herself on the cabinet; her arms were so tired they felt weak.

She leaned against his back, her fingertips slowly tracing the distinct muscles, her eyes gradually becoming somewhat hazy.

She unconsciously rubbed softly against his back.

Soon he was filled with excitement.

Whether it was from exhaustion or something else, she lay on Lin Dawei's back, not wanting to move.

In the small, dimly lit room, the atmosphere subtly changed.

Lin Dawei opened his eyes, turned over, lay flat on the bed, and looked intently at Liu Li, who was standing close to him.

The next second, his strong hand reached out and grabbed her slender wrist. With a little force, he pulled her into his arms.

Liu Li gasped and immediately lost her balance.

The already oppressive atmosphere in the room spread silently.

I don't know how much time passed.

A crisp electronic sound exploded in my mind right on time.

【Ding! 】

[One-star objective: Liu Li. Phase 2 mission progress update: 6/10.]

Lin Dawei leaned against the headboard, took out a cigarette case, and lit one.

After finishing half a cigarette, he stubbed it out.

He turned his head to look at the woman, and his rough, large hand covered her again.

The divine seal of the saint resounded again in the room.

【Ding! 】

[One-star objective: Liu Li. Phase 2 mission progress update: 7/10.]