high-dimensional shuttle

Chapter 138 The Power of Talent

After doing this, Fang Yuhao lay back on the bed and recovered his energy for a while.After half an hour, I regained a little bit of strength.

Being extremely bored, he was determined to test the "advanced martial arts talent" he had just acquired.

I casually searched for a Sanda video on my phone and watched it carefully.

On the screen of the mobile phone, two Sanda athletes, one red and one blue, are going back and forth. They are evenly matched. You punch and I kick.

Looking at it, he was filled with ecstasy!
Fang Yuhao has not been idle in the past few months, he has been taking time out to exercise, and also trained in fighting skills such as Sanda and wrestling, but after a few months, his level is still the same, and he can only bully ordinary people.

Many professional athletes start practicing at an early age, and it is not something he can catch up with after a few months of training.

But today's situation is very strange. Watching the two athletes fight each other, Fang Yuhao has an inexplicable sense of familiarity for no reason.

All movements, including straight punches, swing punches, hooks, and jabs, seem to be innately engraved in the memory.These moves have been practiced thousands of times.

"Is this talent?"

Fang Yuhao's body suddenly stiffened and he was extremely excited.

The more I watch the video, the more I feel about this kind of fighting.

He stood up, even though his whole body was still a little sore, he still couldn't bear it, and he punched the room one after another in a decent manner.He found that both strength and agility were much stronger than before!

A layman sees the excitement, an expert sees the door. Soon, he discovered the power of this talent.

These actions are too simple, too simple.

In the video, he can easily disassemble which punch is powerful, which kick uses the wrong strength, and which move should be changed and so on.

All these information can be reflected naturally in the mind, becoming an instinct!
"It's still a little lacking, and the action is not in place."

After exercising for a while, Fang Yuhao always felt that his ligaments and bones were not fully stretched, resulting in many substandard movements.In fact, it was because his body's flexibility was slightly insufficient, coupled with the lack of energy and blood.

"But it doesn't matter, as long as you practice for a while, you should be able to make up for this defect."

Left hook, right straight punch, and some over-the-shoulder throws. In just a few minutes, Fang Yuhao felt that he had mastered the essence of Sanda!
"This kind of state of entering talent is really amazing. Maybe I have to sign up for a training class and really ask the coach to compare. Without actual combat, it still won't work."

Confidence has magnified a lot.

If it weren't for his current body that doesn't allow it, he really wants to find someone to make gestures.

"Looking at it, Battalion Commander Zhao will be demobilized soon. Then we will discuss with them. They are really capable of fighting."

Half an hour later, my muscles were slightly sore. This was due to the accumulation of lactic acid due to long-term exertion.

A little tired, Fang Yuhao stopped waving his hands, walked out of the room, and poured himself a glass of water.

Suddenly, he felt someone behind him!

There was a sudden shock.

He subconsciously grabbed the visitor's tender arm, put his right shoulder on the visitor's shoulder, and tried to throw him close to him!

"Ah!" It was a girl's cry.

It doesn't feel right!

My head was in a daze, and I quickly put it down.

"What are you doing? It hurts me to death! It hurts me to death!"

Su Yuhe was very angry, feeling her bones were pinched so hard that her tears burst out in pain.

"I want to ask you to drink some chicken soup, so it's not like this... I came here to serve you with good intentions, and you treat me like this!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I thought there was a... steal...haha..." Fang Yuhao smiled awkwardly.

Because he was usually the only one at home, and now there was suddenly one more person, and he didn't react at all.

"I didn't mean to...really!"

After coaxing for a long time, and exerting all the functions of her flexible tongue, the anger on Su Yuhe's face gradually dissipated.

She smiled again: "It seems that you are already well, did you just pretend to be sick?"

"No, I still have to take care of myself for a while. The nosebleeds are not in vain." Fang Yuhao hid in his bed again.

"Well, it seems a bit strange... Why do you look stronger now? You still practice martial arts, will you be domestically violent in the future? It is said that beating a woman will produce a kind of pleasure."

"No, but I can't guarantee..." Fang Yuhao said solemnly: "If there is a hat on his head, no man can bear it..."

"So I can't guarantee that."

……

Next, Fang Yuhao found a very professional fighting training class, where he had people accompany him for one-on-one practical training.

This coach surnamed Guo is quite well-known, and it is said that he was a former Sanda player.

Another eight days in a row.

In such a short period of time, ordinary students are still learning the basic movements, but Fang Yuhao can even fight back and forth with the coach once he practices accurately.

"Hey!" The muscles in his waist twisted, and with an attack, Fang Yuhao finally knocked the coach to the ground.

The two were out of breath and got up again.

Coach Guo seemed a little stunned by the fall, and would be speechless for a while.

After a long time, he shook his head: "Mr. Fang, your progress is so fast! If I didn't know you were a novice from the very beginning, I would definitely think that you have practiced for several years, even professionally. The MMA players here deliberately came to find fault."

"This speed of progress..."

"Well, it would be great if I could train from a young age, and there will be no problem in winning a few awards."

Having said this, he was quite uninterested. After teaching so many apprentices, the most talented one turned out to be an adult.

But martial arts training starts from a young age. He believes that no matter how talented an adult is, his bones have already been formed and it will be difficult to pull them apart.

"That's because I've trained before." Fang Yuhao found an explanation for himself, took a bottle of mineral water, and poured it down.

After going through a few moves just now, he had a general understanding of his own strength and talent.Just now, he actually only used eight percent of his strength, and he still had a little bit left to spare.

Two days ago, he was beaten by the coach, and he went back and forth from behind. Until now, he was able to defeat this well-known coach head-on, only in eight days.

If he lets his current self fight against his former self, he is confident that in ten seconds, he will knock his former self to the ground!
"This is the power of talent..."

"Coach, is there anything wrong with me now? Can I improve my level again?"

The coach was stunned, but he explained carefully about his financial backer: "It's already very good. If you want to improve, you have to hone the details, such as the flexibility of the joints, the flexibility of the body, and physical fitness. , these are all time-consuming efforts, and you won’t be able to master them in a while..."

"So that's the case, thank you." Fang Yuhao nodded and said goodbye to the coach.

I closed my eyes and sat in the taxi for a while.

He found that among his personal skills, there was an additional basic skill: [Basic close combat (entering the room)].

"Perhaps, I should also learn some cold weapon skills. The lethality of close combat is not as good as weapons after all."

"With regard to the body's bones, flexibility, etc., I will not be able to improve for a while, so I can only rely on exercising every day. If it doesn't work, I can use the fragments of belief to buy black technology. The cell activity should be improved..."

(End of this chapter)