While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 14
Entering the door of the club, there is a wooden screen more than three meters high.There is a wooden reception desk under the screen, about two meters long, and a teenager is lying on the reception desk playing with his mobile phone.

Song He coughed lightly, and the young man raised his head when he heard the sound, and asked without interest: "Our club is only open to members."

As soon as the words fell, Song He rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "How do you know I'm not a member?".

"You are a member." The young man was taken aback, and quickly apologized: "Sorry, I have only been here for a few days, and I haven't recognized everyone yet."

"Did I say I'm a member?" Song He thought this young man was very interesting.

"Ah?" The young man was stunned, scratching his head and said, "Are you a member?"

"No, I want to learn wrestling, can I take a tour first, and then decide whether to become a member?" Song He stopped teasing him.

"Uh, yes, you can just change your shoes and go in." The boy was not angry, and handed Song He a badge before continuing to play with his phone with his head down.

Song He came to the shoe changing place alone, and saw more than ten pairs of indoor shoes neatly arranged, and several pairs of shoes that were changed by others, obviously belonged to the members here.

After changing the shoes, Song He took a closer look at those pairs of shoes. He smiled and said to himself, "There are men and women, and they are all rich. It seems that the consumption level here is not low."

Passing through a corridor, it suddenly opened up to the eyes. The venue is huge. There are three rings in the center, namely a boxing ring, an octagonal iron cage, and a wrestling ring.

Around the ring, several areas are divided, including a rest area with tables and chairs, a water bar that provides drinks, and a training area with a large number of sandbags and various equipment, some of which are Song. He didn't even know what it was for.

Although the whole venue is not small, there are only eight or nine people. Except for two people who are fighting in the octagonal iron cage, everyone else is surrounded by the iron cage, watching calmly or excitedly, and is very devoted.

Song He quietly came to stand not far outside the iron cage, carefully observed the two people inside the octagonal iron cage, and was attracted after a few moments.

Inside were two men in their twenties, well-proportioned and strong, walking and confronting each other with their upper body bare.

Suddenly, the man in blue shorts made a forward jab and was dodged by the opponent, but who knew that the jab in this episode was a fake move.At the same time as the punch was retracted, there was another whip kick, which fiercely hit the opponent's arm protecting his head, making a crisp sound!
The opponent just wanted to use his strength to get out of the way, but unexpectedly, the man caught up with a side step. He threw two jabs in a row, followed by a quick hook with his foot, causing the opponent to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

The man took advantage of the victory and pounced on him, throwing several punches that landed on his opponent's head. Anyone could see who was losing and who was winning.

"A coach is a coach, Xiao Ming still has some practice." A man outside the cage laughed.

Although the man named Xiao Ming lost, he was not angry, he just lay down on the ground and gasped for a few breaths, then he took the coach's hand and stood up with his strength: "I have the strength to persist until now, it's not bad , you are not as good as me."

After the two got out of the iron cage, everyone dispersed, Song He admired in his heart, and somewhat understood why the system commented on him as weak.

Put yourself in the shoes and think about it, if you go in without any fighting skills, you will definitely be killed by a sandbag, and the final result will be beaten to death!
"It's just that this process will take a long time." Song He still has confidence in his physique.

"Hello." A man's voice sounded, and it turned out that the coach had come to Song He: "Is this your first time?"

"Uh, yes, I want to learn some self-defense skills." Song He Daoming came here.

"Oh, I see. I'm the coach here. My name is Feng Zhihui. You can just call me Huizi." Feng Zhihui smiled, showing his neat white teeth: "For self-defense, you can learn some anti-joint skills in grappling. quick."

"It sounds interesting." Song He asked with some excitement: "You have a membership system here?"

"Yes."

"How much is the membership fee?"

"I only have monthly members here, three thousand a month."

"Can you make a price?"

"Ok?"

Feng Zhihui was taken aback for a moment, and found that there seemed to be a light shining in the eyes of the young man in front of him, and he was a little puzzled.

"It seems impossible, alas." Song He saw his inner thoughts at a glance, sighed and made a decision at the same time: "Then I will do it for a month first."

Ten minutes later, Song He had become a member of Canglong Club. Feng Zhihui handed him a small backpack and said: "This is what we prepared for members. It contains training clothes and water cups, and new members also have three free sessions." After taking the class, if you still want to take classes, you can buy class hours.”

"How do you sell the class hours?" Song He asked with interest.

"One class for two hours, 1000 yuan."

Song He was taken aback by Feng Zhihui's answer, feeling as if he had fallen into a terrible place: "Three classes are one month's membership fee!"

"That's right." Feng Zhihui had a trademark smile on his face, and he was no longer surprised by Song He's surprise.

At this time, Song He looked at Feng Zhihui seriously, and saw that he was not tall and strong, but he looked very strong, with healthy skin, and every muscle was well-proportioned, with clear but not exaggerated outlines, without any incongruity.And the only relatively thick part of the whole body is his legs, which also don't have exaggerated muscles, but they give people a very explosive feeling.

Generally speaking, his body shape is different from ordinary people, so abnormal that only professional fighting training can create it!

Thinking about this, Song He became interested, and said with a smile, "I hope I have the opportunity to take a paid class."

Lao Tzu's learning ability is not covered!

Feng Zhihui was noncommittal, but still smiled politely: "So do you want to go to class today? I happen to have time today, and I need to make an appointment for other times."

"It's just what I want." Song He changed his clothes in twos and followed Feng Zhihui to the wrestling ring.

"Your body shape is very well-proportioned, and your flexibility is also very good." Feng Zhihui praised Song He while instructing Song He to warm up.

Song He smiled, feeling a little proud. While strengthening his attributes, the system also made some adjustments to his body shape. Although he didn't grow taller, his body became much more well-proportioned, and he was no longer as thin as before.

"What should I do next?" Song He asked.

"Let's learn some basic movements first." Feng Zhihui said and began to do a few movements for Song He to practice.

But gradually, Feng Zhihui found that Song He could learn every movement he did in the first time, and the standard made it difficult for him to find faults!

"Have you practiced before?" Feng Zhihui asked involuntarily.

"Acquainted with some." Song He was ambiguous: "How is it, is it still a standard size?"

In fact, in his eyes, Feng Zhihui's movements are simple and clear, and he can memorize and understand them just by looking at them, and his physical coordination, which is simultaneously enhanced due to the improvement of attributes, can also be mastered by him in the first place!

"It's quite standard. It seems that we can enter the next part." Seeing that Song He has mastered the basic movements, Feng Zhihui stood opposite Song He and explained while demonstrating: "Now we can try simple joint skills."

"The most flexible part of the human body is the joints, but any joint has a direction that it cannot deflect, so the joint technique is aimed at this point, using special techniques to exert force, causing abnormal distortion of the human body's joints and the resulting Pain, subduing opponents, and most commonly wrench fingers"

Seeing that Song He was listening very seriously, Feng Zhihui suggested, "You can attack me in slow motion now, and I'll show you a demonstration."

Song He nodded, his right hand clenched a fist and slowly stretched out, aiming directly at Feng Zhihui's face, while Feng Zhihui slowly turned sideways, at the same time he put his right hand on Song He's wrist, and his left hand grasped Song He's elbow joint, twisting and pressing gently.

Song He only felt the uncontrollable twisting and deflection of his right hand, followed by a burst of soreness in his right arm, his arm was caught behind his back instantly, and his body squatted down involuntarily!
"You can try to break free." Feng Zhihui's voice sounded behind Song He.

As soon as Song Hewei exerted strength, he felt that his shoulders were so sore, so he gave up.

But he didn't see Feng Zhihui's expression of seeing a ghost, because Song He almost broke free from his restrained hand just now!
Although I didn't use much force, but this product... so much strength!
Seeing Song He give up struggling, Feng Zhihui, who was almost playing off, heaved a sigh of relief, let go of him and pretended to be relaxed and said: "You are also quite strong, have you practiced?"

"I practiced so-so." Song He moved his shoulders, carefully feeling the feeling just now.

"You can't practice so-so to this level." Feng Zhihui was speechless, and his evaluation of Song He rose a level in his heart.

"Coach, let's continue!"

Song He only thinks that time is precious, 1000 yuan for two hours is [-] yuan in seven seconds, and the money flies away when he speaks a word, so it is serious to hurry up and study.

"Okay, let's try this next." Feng Zhihui followed suit.

Two hours later, Feng Zhihui watched Song He leave the club helplessly, his heart could not be more shocked!
During the two hours of teaching, Song He's explosive power, flexibility, coordination, etc. all surprised him. Even Feng Zhihui's best endurance was only just one point better than Song He!

What surprised him even more was that in the short two hours, he accelerated the teaching speed several times, but Song He still learned with ease, and finally learned the content of three lessons in one class!
Good talent!
Good brains!
If it wasn't because Song He was too old, Feng Zhihui would definitely introduce him to his coach.

"It's a pity." Feng Zhihui sighed regretfully.

"What a pity?"

Seeing Feng Zhihui in a daze, Xiao Ming approached him, but he heard a sentence without beginning or end.

"There is a good prospect for fighting, but it's a pity that he is too old." Feng Zhihui shook his head.

"Just the new guy?" Xiao Ming suddenly became interested: "Is it good? I remember you said that about me too."

Feng Zhihui looked at Xiao Ming and smiled: "Better than you, a lot, um, a lot!"

"No, I have to make gestures with him!" Xiao Ming got excited when he heard it.

Feng Zhihui put his shoulder on his shoulder with a smile: "Don't, you suffered a loss and your mother has to settle accounts with me."

"I'm at a disadvantage?" Xiao Ming's nostrils became angry when he heard it, and he stretched out his hand straight to Feng Zhihui's chest: "Come on, let's fight for [-] rounds, if you have the ability, give me a leg!"

"If I give you an arm, you are no match for me." Feng Zhihui laughed loudly, dodged Xiao Ming's fist, and fled far away.

(End of this chapter)