Kapitel 187: How a Champion Trains
As the class continued, Dash walked over to Devon's side, and she asked him in a low voice, "You should start considering your own teachings. I remember you being the first one to fight when problems arise."
Dash didn't look at Devon but whispered, "I won't allow anyone to insult you. I used to be very aggressive, but now I'm a completely new guy, and even better, a much more enviable boyfriend."
"Yeah, I admit that, but you must also agree that you have an irreplaceable girlfriend. It's not for nothing that you fell in love with my charm." Devon and Dash had long set aside any nervousness around each other, making jokes like these.
Dash grunted a bit and said, "But it's also good to learn to set boundaries. Being good people doesn't mean putting up with everything."
At present, there was only one thing that would make Dash so angry that he would completely lose patience, and that's if someone messed with Devon. He couldn't bear to see anyone try to harm her, and he wouldn't allow it either. She knew how much Dash cared for her, and she did the same for him. So, the only way she'd start a fight is if someone messed with her boyfriend.
In the end, they had come to a very sincere, fun, and romantic relationship for the moments when they could enjoy each other's company alone. Although they were a couple, they were only romantic when they were alone because it was something they wanted to share more secretly.
"You're my favorite person, the only one who has my full attention after Kung Fu, of course, but not for long, just until they defeat us," Dash said with a wide smile, appearing completely different from a moment ago.
Devon couldn't resist the urge to tousle Dash's hair, but when she realized they were in the middle of a class, she withdrew her hand and did nothing more.
"Miss Lee, behave in class; you're getting looks from your friends," Dash said, keeping calm but smiling slightly at this critical moment of teasing Devon.
"I'll kill you later; there's a kick I want to try, so you'll be my assistant."
"I can certainly help you try that kick, but we could do it elsewhere if you prefer."
Devon looked at Dash and, after understanding what he meant, averted her gaze. "You're crossing the line..."
"A champion has no limits," Dash said with a slight smile. However, after saying those words, he regretted it because he began to feel a stronger and stronger pinch on his back.
"Um..."
After letting out a bit of her embarrassment, Devon caressed where she had teased Dash and said, "You decide where to practice."
"Oh, Miss Lee..." Dash smiled slightly, trying not to draw attention away from Chozen's explanations.
"Very well, then find your partner and start training," Chozen said after starting the duo exercises.
The idea was for Cobra Kai students to join Sakura Bushido students, and both would train in a way that they could learn from their differences.
"Dash, do you want to team up with the two of us?"
Perhaps because Dash was too engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't stand up as soon as the initiative began. He had reached a point where he didn't educate anyone anymore.
Generally, Dash was a guy who liked to make eye contact with people to understand what they were thinking and feeling. In his opinion, that was the most correct way to know what each person felt. Devon, who noticed this, shook Dash's shoulder slightly and said, "What? Are you so surprised by my words that you've become immobile? Your friends are talking to you; it seems they want to train together."
Eli looked at Devon and asked, "Are you giving us a pity look?"
"Exactly. Dash's training is exactly what is said to be torture... Hawk, Miguel, I recommend you don't follow the training lunatic, or you'll regret it."
Devon shook her hand and, after giving Dash a sweet smile, went to find Tory, who should be nearby. When Dash lifted his head, he saw who he thought were Hawk and Miguel, who were going through love troubles.
"The three of us?" Dash asked as he stood up.
This was a surprise; after all, they had to form teams of two, but that was fine; it was just a question to start a less awkward conversation.
"Friend, let me tell you that we're ready to find out how you're trained; we're damn war machines," Hawk said as he slapped Miguel on the back.
Miguel, who wasn't very convinced, nodded, saying, "We're ready."
"Then follow me. I usually don't train in this place unless it's an instructor for the younger ones." Dash walked out of the place where everyone was exchanging knowledge and looked down as some people headed to the second floor.
Miguel, who looked at the very clean floor, asked, "Where are we headed?"
"Exactly where I usually train. This place is only reserved for the best students. It's not good for a young person to see the training capabilities of a fellow student who has been here longer. That would give them the wrong idea that they can reach that level in a short time," Dash said, pointing to the place where he usually trains Kung Fu.
In this place, the atmosphere was more serious; everyone training here was focused on their own goals and practically didn't need a mentor to teach them what to do because they knew exactly what to focus on.
For Miguel and Hawk, if the previous place was intimidating, this place was terrifying due to its intense aura.
"If you're going to train with me, I only need one thing: listen to me as if I were your instructor, and then maybe you might learn something," Dash said, awaiting the response of these two enthusiastic guys.
Eli nodded and said, "I'm ready."
Looking at Eli, who had agreed, Miguel also had doubts and nodded. "Just tell us what to do, and we'll do it."
In the end, everyone always wonders, How does a champion train? As with elite athletes against their opponents, if they devote the same amount of time to training as everyone else, they might learn where their potential comes from: hard work or talent. At some point, these two things might mix, but normally, a champion doesn't maintain their pace once they've won. However, Dash isn't in that circle; he has not only improved but has gone much further.
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Kapitel 188: Intense Training
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Their punches are too strong; they need to be faster and use every part of their bodies to be more powerful without the need to exert themselves to the maximum."
In the training dojo, repeated roars of people who seemed furious were followed by sounds of punches hitting training bags. As the host of this rigorous training, Dash perfectly demonstrated the way he normally trains, and only after twenty minutes, Miguel and Hawk seemed unable to keep up.
Thud! Thud!
The current Dash didn't look different from the one two months ago. However, he had a more mature aura that gave others the impression of having a better understanding of his own virtues. After overcoming family problems in a way that wouldn't affect them for a conversation, Dash was able to improve as a person, changing his character significantly.
He had reached a point where he didn't worry much about his future achievements in martial arts because he had achieved a lot. But recently, with the appearance of a formidable rival from the Wasabi Warriors, things had changed a bit.
During that period, Dash somehow began to care more about things around him. He knew that it was because he had overcome his unique case of getting a second chance to live a full life.
In the serene training room, the punches echoed one after another. Dash, who had special methods to alleviate pain in muscles and bones, continued his training with intensity. Therefore, only through intense training, tenacity, and perseverance did he continue to improve his combat abilities.
It could be said that Dash loved the feeling of suffering because he knew that he was alive and that he was using all the capabilities of his body to keep improving.
"Huff… Huff…"
In the training room, three figures followed a training routine, and now they were doing push-ups. Dash supported his weight with his fists and occasionally jumped to toughen his knuckles, which were indeed in perfect condition to fight without gloves and do a lot of damage.
"These are more than fifty." Hawk mumbled, completely soaked in sweat.
Miguel, who wanted to know Dash's level, was completely impressed and believed that his arms would stop working at any moment. But Dash, using only the strength of his arms, went up and down while counting the first set. Sweat started to soak his clothes, while new waves of sweat fell from his forehead.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
At that moment, the stiff bones from having thrown punches a moment ago began to crack due to the stimulation.
"This is the last one." Dash said, gritting his teeth slightly as he felt that burning sensation inside his muscles—painful but successful.
"Ahhh…" Miguel and Hawk fell to the ground, exhausted by the weakness of their muscles. So, after today, it might take them a few days to recover.
But Dash knew exactly that his training routine couldn't be followed by just anyone. He walked to a backpack and pulled out two small jars. "At night, after showering, apply this ointment and bandages; it will greatly improve pain relief."
Looking at the unlabeled jar, Miguel looked at Dash and asked, "Where does this medicine come from?"
"A master in China sends them to me; they're good for muscle pain, so you'll recover in a day with that." After saying this, Dash walked toward a training dummy and positioned himself.
Hawk, who was watching Dash, seeing that he was about to train his punches after having exhausted his stamina, nudged Miguel and pointed to where Dash was standing.
"Hoo…"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
As soon as he regained his breath, Dash executed some special attacks from his martial arts aimed at numbing the muscles. Dash started with a direct punch to open up the combinations.
Anton's style had evolved into his own style, ranging from soft punches to ones so strong they could even break his opponents' bones. But focusing only on competitions, Dash only made gentle movements and not so hard because he would be disqualified if he didn't. However, for his upcoming tournaments, for some reason, he thought that very soon he would be pushed to the point where he would be forced to use all his strength.
"Faster, stronger, deadlier..." The only place where Dash had no mercy was in official matches, so either his opponent surrendered or he would attack until the referee stopped him, which always happened.
Of course, one thing is not having mercy, and another very different thing is not having respect. Dash had always respected his opponents, which might have led him to remain undefeated.
As Dash increased his speed to the maximum level, even the training dummy began to show signs of cracking. After realizing that he didn't feel much pain, he realized that his knuckles had improved.
After seeing this scene, Dash smiled slightly. Just as he was about to rest, a sudden idea appeared in his mind, making him close his eyes slightly. Maintaining his posture, he closed his eyes and tried to guide his breath to a level he had never handled before.
While handling this new sensation, Dash's body adjusted, and at that moment, he made his move. Slightly opening his hand, he clenched it when his punch was heading towards the combat dummy in front of him.
Every muscle in his body is now moving in harmony to unleash this powerful punch.
Crack!
When the impact force reached its peak, Dash's eyes opened as his fist pierced through the training dummy. That punch didn't seem so strong, but after piercing the training dummy a bit, it was sent flying backward.
As this punch connected, Dash, for the first time, could feel a sensation similar to the inner energy that many experts talk about, including Bruce Lee himself.
Handling that sensation, Dash could connect perhaps the strongest, fastest, and most powerful punch he had thrown.
"What a terrifying strength..." Dash stared at the fallen dummy and where his punch had hit. The demonstrated strength was comparable to that of the top martial artists who had done strength demonstrations.
Hawk got up and walked toward the training dummy, looked at Dash, and whispered, "I hope you never have to use that punch in a competition; you would kill someone."
"I agree…" Miguel felt chills seeing the result of that punch.
Dash, who didn't know what to say, could see some wounds on his hand and then knew that he wasn't ready to use punches as strong as these.
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