"Sanda practical training requires footwork, fist techniques, leg techniques, and throws, all of which are indispensable!"
"Don’t just focus on throwing punches—integrate your footwork with your stance as well!"
In the Sanda class, Coach Lu reappeared and, as usual, began to give pointers to everyone.
"I've mentioned footwork before—step-shifting, striking steps, and crossing steps..."
"Now, I’ll demonstrate each one again. Pay attention."
As he spoke, Coach Lu shifted his center of gravity downward, sitting into a horse stance, bending his knees and stepping forward, launching a step-and-punch combo.
The punch struck with a booming sound, and although it didn’t hit a sandbag, the explosive force still left spectators feeling uneasy.
He then demonstrated several movements in sequence, patiently explaining the key points he had previously taught.
Finally, watching everyone continue with their Sanda practice, he stood silently, observing their progress.
"Zheng Qiang? Really hopeless. Looks like my teaching was in vain."
"Yu Shan... What a shame, his physical talent is a bit worse than Xu Dongtai's."
"Lin Hao... Why even sign up for the class? His progress is almost negligible..."
Shaking his head, Coach Lu had already grown accustomed to the mediocrity of most people.
After all, most of the people here were just ordinary enthusiasts with no amateur-level skills. He wasn’t surprised.
Suddenly, his gaze shifted as he noticed a figure standing near Lin Hao.
A punch shot out, the right arm straight, the movement flawless.
It even produced a slight sound of cutting through air.
With his eyes sharpened, Coach Lu kept watching.
The figure was sweating, the punches were strong, and the stance was steady.
Chops, swings, whiplashes, legwork... Each move was executed with precision, fluidly connecting.
It was as if he was close to Sanda mastery.
"This kid, how did he improve so much?"
Raising an eyebrow, Coach Lu silently wondered as he observed Chen Feng's back.
But Chen Feng was unaware of the attention, focused solely on his practice, repeatedly throwing punches.
Stepping aside, he moved forward, launching another punch.
[Sanda: Beginner (69%)]
The system notification appeared, and only then did Chen Feng stop to catch his breath.
Sweat streamed down his face, and his shirt clung tightly to his chest.
"Indeed, if I were to rely on my talent alone, it wouldn’t get me anywhere."
Shaking his head internally, Chen Feng walked over to the side, twisting his gray sports water bottle and taking large gulps.
Two hours to gain just one progress point had left him hopeless in his talent.
However, even so, he wasn’t ready to give up on practicing.
Though the progress was minimal, it helped him better adapt to his body.
After all, his improvements lately had been quite rapid.
Soon, as his thoughts passed, the lesson ended.
From afar, Coach Lu withdrew his gaze from Chen Feng and clapped, reciting the familiar closing lines.
"That’s all for today."
After thinking for a moment, Coach Lu decided to give the group a reminder.
"The school is planning to recruit more core students. You’re lucky to have come at the right time."
"After the training next week, the school will send someone for an assessment. There will be only one spot for our class, so make sure to seize the opportunity."
His strong voice echoed in everyone’s ears, and Chen Feng could feel that most of the students looked surprised, evidently hearing the news for the first time.
A few others, like Lin Hao and Xu Dongtai, remained calm, clearly already aware.
"So, how about it? I wasn’t wrong, was I?" Lin Hao smiled.
Chen Feng raised an eyebrow, growing even more curious about how Lin Hao had learned about it.
"Don’t ask. It’s a secret," Lin Hao replied with a mysterious smile before heading to the locker room.
Chen Feng shook his head and, not long after, went to take a shower and change clothes.
When he came out again, he saw many students gradually leaving, including Lin Hao.
He didn’t waste time, quickly moving towards a spacious area on the second floor.
There were several fitness machines here, including barbells, bench presses, and squat racks.
But the most eye-catching piece of equipment was a punch force testing machine, placed in the center.
It was bright red, with flame-like patterns winding around its rectangular body.
At the moment, there weren’t many people around, and Chen Feng didn’t want to make a scene. He sped up and soon stood in front of the punch testing machine.
Taking a deep breath, his eyes brightened.
His left foot firmly planted on the ground, and his right leg stepped back.
He gathered power in his waist and back, his five fingers clenched tight.
The punch whooshed through the air, striking the red rubber.
A dull sound echoed, and soon a series of numbers appeared on the electronic display.
The number flashed in his vision, much higher than he had expected.
"Such a huge improvement?"
His eyes gleamed, and he couldn’t help but look down at his fist.
Although it was still not as powerful as Xu Dongtai’s, let’s not forget that Xu Dongtai had superior natural talent and a much stronger physique.
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