Wang Meng was so shocked he almost bit his own tongue. This kind of sound, he had only heard from one or two professional heavyweight boxing champions.
He suddenly remembered when he previously challenged Xiao Tian to a duel. If back then Xiao Tian had hit him like this, then...
Wang Meng felt a chill run down his spine.
But that wasn’t the end. Xiao Tian’s punching speed was extremely fast, yet each punch carried the same power, even making the walls tremble from the force.
"Damn it, maybe this place is gonna collapse..." Wang Meng looked at Xiao Tian in horror. Within that not particularly strong-looking body seemed to reside a terrifying energy, like a tiger coming down the mountain—terrifyingly so, yet completely out of control.
"No way, if I stay here any longer my heart won’t be able to take it."
"Uh, Tian, you go ahead. I’ve got some things to do, so I’ll head off." Wang Meng gave Xiao Tian a greeting, somewhat frightfully, but Xiao Tian didn’t bother to respond. He just kept punching the sandbag over and over.
Wang Meng gritted his teeth and quietly left. Being around such an inhuman monster, his little heart was about to jump out of his chest.
Absolutely terrifying!
"Damn it, what’s with the noise, demolition?"
After Wang Meng closed the door, he heard someone in the neighboring dorm swearing. Turning around, he saw Zhao, who worked in the same unit, coming out of the dorm in a vest, looking very annoyed.
"What’s the yelling for? Tian’s practicing his boxing inside. If you don’t want to get beat up, just bear with it." Wang Meng said irritably.
Although he acted low-key in front of Xiao Tian, he still had quite a presence in front of others at the police station.
"Oh, it’s Meng. Did you just say Tian is practicing boxing in there?" Upon seeing Wang Meng, Zhao immediately changed his tone to one of flattery, walking over with a grin and handing Wang Meng a cigarette.
"Of course, who else but Tian would be living here?" Wang Meng took the cigarette, casting a glance at Zhao.
"Meng, are you sure Tian is boxing? Not hammering the walls?" Zhao gestured towards Xiao Tian’s room, skepticism on his face.
"What, you don’t believe me?" Wang Meng squinted his eyes, "If you don’t believe, why not go in and see for yourself? See if I’m lying to you. But let me warn you first, Tian’s not in a great mood. That’s why he’s taking it out on the sandbag. You go in and you might get pulled in as a sparring partner."
Cold sweat broke out on Zhao’s forehead upon hearing this. No kidding, who was Xiao Tian? He was the kind of superhuman who could easily trample over the station’s top fighter, Wang Meng!
Besides, given the intensity of the boxing practice, if he went in and got pulled in as a sparring partner, he’d definitely end up permanently disabled.
"Meng, what are you saying? Since it’s Tian practicing, I won’t disturb him. I have to go out on duty later, so I’ll leave now." Zhao hastily said, sending Wang Meng off.
Wang Meng snorted coldly, too lazy to deal with him, waved him off like a fly, "Get lost quickly, don’t disturb Tian’s boxing practice."
"Yes, yes, I’m leaving right away." Zhao laughed awkwardly twice, then quickly ducked into his own room, packing his things to head out.
No joking, he lived right next to Xiao Tian. If the wall got busted down, wouldn’t he get buried alive?
...
As May 1st approached, Xiao Tian had been staying in his room these past few days, venting his energy by hitting the sandbag whenever he had the chance.
Fortunately, the station’s leadership knew he had a bit of a background, so they turned a blind eye to his lack of attendance.
And Xiao Tian’s boxing sessions were mostly during the day, so there was no worry about disturbing others.
However, as May 1st neared, the irritation in Xiao Tian’s heart showed no signs of easing and instead became a bit aggressive, with his force on the sandbag growing stronger and stronger.
Even Zhao next door moved his bed to the living room to sleep on the floor, genuinely worried Xiao Tian might bring the wall down.
And by April 28th, Xiao Tian’s aggressive mood reached its peak, his eyes seemingly bloodshot and red.
"Tian, I came to see you. I brought you some wine."
Wang Meng had been visiting frequently these past few days, bringing Xiao Tian food and wine each time.
But today he noticed something was off. Upon entering, Xiao Tian didn’t respond to him at all, instead keeping his eyes fixed straight on the sandbag on the wall, as if facing a life-or-death enemy.
"Die, damn it!"
Xiao Tian’s entire body tensed. With a roar, all the power in his body exploded, launching the mightiest punch during all this time.
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
Wang Meng clearly heard two sounds, one from the sandbag, the other from the wall!
"Shit!" Zhao was playing on his phone in his bedroom when he heard a loud noise. To his horror, he saw a very distinct crack appear on his bedroom wall.
The guy was scared stiff, his face turning ghostly pale.
It took him a long while to process, and then he shouted in terrified anger:
"I need to move! Damn it, living next to a monster, life here is impossible!"
...
"Tian, Tian, are you alright?" Wang Meng swallowed hard, then, under his horrified gaze, the sandbag he thought was indestructible started leaking sand from a small opening in the middle.
The sandbag broke?! How is this possible!
"Indeed, letting it all out feels much better." Xiao Tian exhaled a long breath, but as he noticed the sand leaking out, he frowned.
"The quality of this sandbag is really lacking. It broke down after just a few days of use."
Wang Meng felt utterly despairing. Bro, this sandbag’s quality is top-notch—best it can be! It’s just that your display of strength is truly inhuman!
"Since you’re here, Wang Meng, do me another favor. I’ll write you a check later; get me ten more of these sandbags!" Xiao Tian turned around indifferently, the fierce expression already off his face.
"Gulp..." Wang Meng gulped, at a loss for words.
"Tian, do you really need ten more?"
"Of course, this sandbag’s quality is a bit weak, but it’ll have to do for now. Let me know if you find something better in the future." Xiao Tian nodded naturally.
"..."
What else could Wang Meng say? He could only nod numbly in agreement. He now realized he and Xiao Tian weren’t on the same level at all—the difference was far too great. Could any fighting champion withstand a punch from this big guy?
Those little punches of his could really kill someone!