章 62: Chapter 62 destiny sandbag
The training room is noisy. A dozen fighters are training.
Most of them are over 30.
It's normal for Su Yue to think about it. If he is a fighter in his 20s, he will definitely go to the battlefield to fight for the future.
At the age of 30, the average person has been practicing for more than 10 years.
In more than 10 years, we still can't break the second level, so there's no need to fight. It's better to earn more money in fight club, so that we will not be so poor when we get old.
The martial arts are used to spending too much money. The government pension is not enough to spend.
The fight of Yipin realm is also divided into stages.
From B1 to B9, B1 has the lowest rank, and it is also a novice fighting rank.
Only accumulating 10 winning points can B2 rank be promoted.
In the arena, if you win once, you will get a winning point.
But if you fail once, you will also be deducted a winning point.
Under this rule, the fastest way for a fighter to be promoted is to win in a row.
Otherwise, it will be extremely painful to buckle the winning point once.
Some unlucky fighters, kneeling 10 times in a row, will fall directly from B2 to B1, which is definitely a sad story.
For every promotion of level B, the reward for fighting will increase substantially, and the reputation of the fighters will rise. Even leading the star effect and attracting several sponsors will be an extra income.
Sun Zhiwei didn't boast.
He is the most ever record holder of high winning streak in a class.
98 wins.
Originally, his instructor was a cruel man.
98 games, no failure.
He was finally ended by his B9 opponent, and he failed to break 100 in a row. Su Yue felt sorry.
After that, sun Zhiwei saved enough money to return to his hometown in Xishi and become a potential class teacher.
Of course, he is also lucky to break through to second class.
The former combatant who won the first place in a row is Bai Zhao.
After all, sun Zhiwei has become a second class martial artist, and his list has become history.
Bai Zhao won 83 games in a row. At present, this man is still in B8.
The winning streak is different from the rank list.
If you want to be on the winning streak, you are not allowed to fail at all.
The rank list is mixed. As long as you play more challenge arena, you will be promoted.
...
Su Yue's sparring fighter is currently at B5 level.
Next to Su Yue, he turned out to be a B8 level fighter. It seemed to be called Huaxiong. He was very tall and full of flesh.
Huaxiong is the big guy in the training ground.
The sandbag for Huaxiong is a middle-aged man in his 40s.
This is a real ordinary person. He may be stronger. If calculated according to his life value, he never has more than 15 calories.
People call him Lao Zhao.
"Young man, you are young. Don't come to such a place. It's dangerous."
Seeing Su Yue's age, Lao Zhao couldn't bear to dissuade him.
"Well, it's OK."
Su Yue smiled.
The training hasn't started yet. Sandbags are wearing protective equipment and waiting for the call. The fighters are warming up in the distance, so they can have a chat.
"Little brother, are you still a high school student? Is there no lack of money to pay tuition? I'll lend you something with some brothers. When you graduate from college, you can pay it back slowly. The money is not in a hurry. It's really dangerous here.
"You're so young, don't be surprised."
The more Lao Zhao looked at Su Yue, the more intolerable he felt.
Other sandbags also said that SuYue should go back to school.
Lao Zhao even began to raise money and was stopped by Su Yue.
In a strange environment, with a few words of concern, Su Yue is warm in heart, but he can only be silent.
He couldn't explain.
Here comes the fighter.
"Little man, I can get you back to your mother with three punches."
Su Yue's opponent looked at him contemptuously.
This little body is a waste of time.
"Hum, three fists, B5. It's really a lot of rubbish. You should give him a fist to go home."
Huaxiong sneers. There seems to be frost in his pupils, which makes his scalp numb.
This is murderous.
Su Yue frowned. He even worried about Lao Zhao.
Can an ordinary person bear the blow of a bear?
...
Training begins.
A sharp fist with a sharp angle.
Su Yue's reaction speed is not so fast. Sandbags allow you to dodge. As long as you have the ability, this is also a kind of training for fighters.
Before he started, Su Yue thought he would be very relaxed.
But he was careless.
The combatant was only a feint move, and Su Yue was deceived.
Puff!
A strong knee bump, Su Yue's abdomen as if hit by a heavy hammer, almost spit out the gall.
The pain went straight to the forehead, and Su almost fainted.
Fortunately, there are 19 calories of Qi and blood. He recovers quickly.
"Ha ha, when the sandbag for the first time? It turned out to be a chicken without a fight. "
The fighter laughed even more contemptuously.
Su Yue covers his stomach. He looks beside his eyes and is frustrated even more.
It's a joke.
Even in the face of B8 fighters, ordinary people like Lao Zhao can dodge a few punches.
And myself, the first move was almost disabled.
Practical experience.
This is what Xu Baiyan said in his mouth, is the actual combat experience the most important?
Sure enough.
Pure Qi and blood warrior is really a waste.
When fighting, any moment, any moment, will make you a corpse.
Fighting... It takes a lot of accumulated experience.
Even those ordinary people who are as weak as Lao Zhao can avoid the attack of B8 fighters, and their 19 cards are undoubtedly a waste.
Now, Su Yue can finally understand the painstaking efforts of Dai Yuegui and sun Zhiwei.
Real combat experience is really more important than pure Qi and blood.
"Dare to wander?"
In the next moment, Su Yue saw a fist and a dagger attacking his face.
Although there was armor on his head, his instinctive fear made Su Yue dodge subconsciously.
Unfortunately.
The moment he dodged, the familiar knee hit his stomach again.
Same position, same force.
My intestines are almost broken.
Su Yue bends down in pain.
It's a shame. It's a shame.
You're right.
This fighter is humiliating himself.
The same knee bump, the same position, that's telling you that you're a total waste.
"Come again."
Su Yue stands up.
He was also inspired to win the heart, I do not believe, I can not dodge the attack.
SuYue also has strengths.
He has a high blood value and recovers quickly.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Next, Su Yue's face was completely destroyed by the beating, and his pain was like a tidal wave, which made him almost faint.
But in the pain, Su Yue gradually understood what was fighting and fighting.
No wonder the fighter feeds his fist with a human flesh sandbag.
Most of the time, the body also needs to cultivate some subconscious. The process of fighting is also a necessary way to cultivate subconscious.
After the fist contacts the body, the touch of each part is different.
The fighter needs to be familiar with every touch in the sparring body, which is also body consciousness.
Practice makes perfect, only hard work.
I don't know how long it took, Su Yue finally managed to dodge one or two moves.
His eyes, already covered with blood from his forehead, were scarlet.
Su Yue even fell into a state of fighting. After all, it was the experience gained from the sharp pain, which was unforgettable.
He didn't realize what a sensation he had made.
By his side, the sirens of the human sandbags had already sounded, and they all left.
Su Yue, who is thought to faint in three moves, is still fighting.
Obviously, Su Yue is the most seriously injured, but his alarm hasn't sounded yet.
Lao Zhao was lying in the distance with a blue nose and a swollen face.
This is destiny sandbag?
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