Starting with Push-ups: Liver Experience Directory 27

Chapter 27: Flying Kick

On the dedicated karate dojo.

Two figures stood facing each other.

Fang Cheng held a red rectangular kicking pad.

Coach Shen stood three meters away, practicing leg kicks and hip twists.

Around them was a crowd of onlookers eager for a spectacle.

Coach Shen said he wanted to test Fang Cheng’s ability to withstand blows.

Unlike before, instead of using elite students for the assessment, he personally acted as the sparring partner, showing considerable importance.

A department’s head coach personally participating made the assessment even more eye-catching.

Xu Maocai suddenly walked to Fang Cheng’s side and whispered:

“Shen Haoming practices Shōtōkan karate, a third-dan black belt. His leg techniques are powerful, comparable to mine, and he likes to ambush.”

“Be careful, and make sure your stance is solid.”

After Xu Maocai’s warning, Fang Cheng nodded slightly to show he understood.

Shen Haoming stood opposite, his eyes glancing over, hinting at a playful mockery.

He was the head coach of the karate department and also a close friend of Manager Li.

Because Fang Cheng refused Manager Li’s recruitment and instead joined Xu Maocai, who was always at odds with Li, it caused friction and unpleasantness between them.

This sparring partner assessment was perfect timing; he certainly wouldn’t let this chance slip by.

Shen Haoming’s personal involvement aimed to make Fang Cheng suffer.

Ideally, a kick that would cause internal injuries, would allow him to vent Manager Li’s anger and justifiably reject Fang Cheng’s application.

Although Fang Cheng had demonstrated extraordinary physical fitness through the previous push-up test.

Being a training partner required more than just physical strength.

Shen Haoming won the World Karate Championship years ago, and even now, his fighting ability has diminished little.

Dealing with such an outsider was a piece of cake?

Thinking this, Shen Haoming immediately retracted his gaze, his eyes becoming sharp and focused.

He then assumed the four-stance fighting posture of karate, turning sideways to face Fang Cheng, his right foot’s big toe grinding against the floor.

“Ready?”

“Ready—”

Fang Cheng had just nodded when a figure suddenly rushed towards him like a gust of wind.

While they were talking, Shen Haoming had already twisted his waist, raised his foot, and started his attack.

He quickly ran forward a few steps, using the power of his right foot pushing off the ground to launch himself into the air, delivering a flying kick.

Karate’s most powerful leg techniques include the Mikazuki Geri (crescent kick) and the Tobi Geri (flying kick).

But for the greatest vertical impact, it has to be the “flying side kick.”

This is the equivalent of a jumping side kick in Free Fighting!

He used his ultimate move right from the start, treating Fang Cheng like an inanimate kicking target.

Fang Cheng clenched his fists, firmly gripping the kicking pad’s ring, raising it high above his chest.

Bang!

Even through the padding, the immense impact force penetrated the foam filling, transmitting to his arms, shoulders, and even his chest and internal organs.

Fang Cheng shuddered, immediately stepping back half a step.

This slightly reduced the impact energy, helping him withstand the powerful flying kick.

It also demonstrated the solidity of his lower body.

Those hundreds of daily squats weren’t in vain!

Fang Cheng received the kick, his gaze quickly glancing at Shen Haoming.

Seeing Shen Haoming land, his entire body was open and vulnerable.

For a moment, he wanted to drop the kicking pad, grab Shen Haoming’s waist and legs, and give him a hard backbreaker.

But on second thought, Fang Cheng suppressed the impulse.

Learning to fight starts with taking a beating, and even more so as a training partner.

Shen Haoming stood firm, quickly adjusting his footing.

Seeing that Fang Cheng hadn’t been knocked flying by his powerful kick, he frowned and prepared to attack again.

At this time, a surprised questioning voice arose from the sidelines.

“Lao Shen (Old Shen), how much force did you use just now?”

“Weren’t you full? You put on such a display, and that’s it? That’s it?”

Other coaches rushed forward, surrounding the two, expressing their opinions.

Seeing that Shen Haoming used a flying kick, yet Fang Cheng remained calm and composed.

They suspected that the old guy was deliberately letting water or showing off his elegant legwork.

Shen Haoming took a deep breath, staring intently at Fang Cheng.

Then, with a slight smile:

“The young man is good, he withstood half my strength.”

The other coaches suddenly realized, nodding and praising him.

They said that Shen Haoming’s kick could break a training log as thick as a bowl, and with protective gear, being able to withstand half his strength was excellent.

Even among professional fighters, he would be considered above average.

Fang Cheng was somewhat surprised.

Half his strength was already this powerful; if he used his full strength, Fang Cheng would probably be kicked flying.

Top professional fighters are terrifying…

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, then his blood surged, becoming even more excited.

The intensity in his gaze made Shen Haoming turn his head to avoid it.

“He passed the assessment, right?”

A coach who appreciated talent spoke for Fang Cheng.

“Should we test his punching power? There’s a punch power meter over there.”

Another thin and dark Muay Thai coach seemed unsatisfied.

Xu Maocai quickly retorted:

“He’s not a boxer, why test that?”

“Lao Xu (Old Xu), you’re wrong.”

Coach Hu suddenly interjected: “With Fang Cheng’s physique, he could easily compete professionally.”

Xu Maocai coldly asked: “Are you going to fund his training?”

Coach Hu chuckled:

“If Fang Cheng were younger, maybe, but now I think being a training partner is suitable for him.”

Competing professionally isn’t as simple as signing up and winning a prize.

The upfront costs include the salaries of professional coaches, physical trainers, sparring partners, nutritionists, and physical therapists, as well as equipment and venue rental fees.

Additionally, one needs to purchase expensive health insurance to cover potential injuries during competitions.

Otherwise, one wouldn’t even qualify for registration.

Honestly, every successful boxer can be considered walking, weight-class gold.

Since the coaching staff unanimously approved of Fang Cheng’s performance.

Shen Haoming didn’t continue to find fault.

He readily signed the employment agreement.

Seeing this, the onlookers dispersed with some discussion.

Those waiting for class continued to wait, those exercising continued to exercise.

Xu Maocai patted Fang Cheng on the shoulder, encouraged him, and then left.

The coaches left one after another.

Fang Cheng, surrounded by a few colleagues from the logistics department, walked towards the locker room.

He was slightly sweaty; he had some free time before his next class, so he could take a shower and relax.

On the karate dojo.

Shen Haoming remained motionless.

As people gradually walked away, he suddenly twisted his right toe, grinned, and sucked in a breath of cold air.

“Hiss—”

As if he stepped on a nail, Shen Haoming’s face showed pain.

The flying side kick was undoubtedly stylish.

But when it hit the kicking pad, it felt like he hit an iron lump hidden in the shock-absorbing layer.

If it weren’t for maintaining his composure, the pain would have made him cry out.

“This kid’s fists aren’t made of flesh, are they?”

Shen Haoming was speechless.

Based on his years of martial arts experience, without looking closely, his foot would undoubtedly be bruised.
(End of Chapter)

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