This set of combat techniques was honed in the relentless environment of the Black Market boxing matches in Nanyang, deeply absorbing the fierce essence of Ancient Muay Thai, displaying its brutality to the fullest.
In actual combat, every move carries a determination willing to stake all, like a starving tiger mercilessly pouncing on its prey, exuding a determination to fight to the death in every action.
When the boxer executes these moves, they truly achieve the hardness of iron in fists, legs, elbows, and knees, making the opponent falter before the fight even begins, leading to their swift collapse.
Of course, this style of boxing is too fierce and savage to be mainstream.
The reason that Muay Thai fighter taught it to Fang Cheng may have been just a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Yet Fang Cheng deeply ingrained it in his memory, diligently practicing it.
Because the enemies he faces are not the ordinary kind, but can even be described as a bunch of demons and ghosts.
"When the flickering neon pains the eyes, and the light slashes through the night sky..."
"Silence spreads like cancer cells, listen closely, I can teach you, grasp my extended hand..."
On the desk, the cassette in the Walkman quietly spins, and the song flows slowly in the silent room.
Accompanied by the melodious and rhythmic music, Fang Cheng completely immerses himself in the practice of Air Attack.
Threads of neon light, through the tightly closed curtain gaps, squeeze in.
Carrying the unique enchantment of the city’s night, red hot like fire, blue cold like ice.
Barely outlining the room, also outlining a figure diligently practicing boxing in stance.
Fang Cheng stares intently forward, his gaze focused and fiery, as if there really are formidable opponents in front of him that he needs to defeat.
Each punch, each kick, each elbow, each knee, violently fierce, as if the force could tear through the air.
Regular kick, Step-up Low Sweep, Potential Elbow Strike, high sweep sniper, leaping flying knee, Swing Punch, flying elbow smash, pull arm elbow smash...
He is immersed in a battlefield of defeating enemies with Muay Thai, tirelessly practicing.
One hour passes, two hours slip away, three hours quietly fade.
Unconsciously, it has reached early morning.
Yet Fang Cheng shows no sign of stopping.
Outside, the streets have long been silent, and darkness has swallowed the entire city.
The temperature gradually decreases, a chill quietly penetrates, serenity envelops everything.
But the blood in Fang Cheng’s body rushes fiercely, like burning flames, dispersing the chill around him, driving his fists and feet to strike powerfully again and again.
Then, unknowingly how much time passed.
The night gradually fades, dawn begins to shimmer on the horizon.
A pale white spreads across the sky, as if tearing an opening in this dark world.
Fang Cheng continues his punching and kicking, elbowing and kneeing, his movements becoming more skilled and precise.
His powerful arms cut through the air, generating whooshing sounds.
Each movement carries an unstoppable determination, as if to shatter all obstacles in this tiny space.
The first rays of morning light, like golden threads, quietly fall through the gaps in the curtains, onto his sweaty face.
Those sparkling beads of sweat, refracting the morning light, brilliant and shimmering.
Fang Cheng takes a long breath, halts his movements, and looks at the clock.
The hands on the dial starkly indicate it’s already six-thirty in the morning.
This practice session has incredibly lasted more than 10 hours.
Such a long duration of intense activity would typically floor an ordinary person.
Fang Cheng too feels a strong sense of fatigue surging.
But his eyes blaze like hot coals, showing no hint of weariness from staying up all night.
Only a full fighting spirit still fiercely burns, dispelling the chill of the morning in winter.
In his vision, a pale blue light screen appears.
[Muay Thai lv1 (239/250)]
Fang Cheng’s lips slightly curve upward.
"Finally, almost leveling up!"
His eyes immediately become more resolute, and he murmurs softly:
"Let’s push harder, keep going!"
The words strike powerfully, echoing in the silent and bright room, sounding the horn for a new round of battle.