National Art: Opening Golden Bell Jar

Let's punch first!

After thinking for a while, he walked to the side of the thickened leather sandbag.

After clicking on the 200x acceleration training card, Chen Yang hit the sandbag frantically.

bang, bang, bang...

There is no trick, it is fast and powerful!

It looked like he was venting the energy in his muscles.

The giant cowhide sandbag was shaken here and there and made a loud noise, which was shocking!

"Fuck! Pervert...!"

Standing not far away, Liu Meng, who had been observing Chen Yang, couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

The power is too strong!

terrible!

However, in the following time, Liu Meng was shocked again!

5 minutes,

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10 minutes,

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half an hour,

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One hour,

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Two hours.

Chen Yang continued for two hours, rested for 2 minutes in the middle when he was tired, and kept punching the sandbags frantically.

And every time he punched, he tried his best, without retaining his strength at all.

Gradually, the students around stopped and looked at Chen Yang in surprise.

"Your sister...is this a cow?"

Aren't you tired after two hours of crazy beating?

call……

After hitting the sandbag continuously for two hours, Chen Yang finally stopped and let out a long breath.

But then, he frowned!

"No! There may be a problem with the direction of training. I only feel the improvement of strength, but my realm of "Thirteen Taibao Golden Bell Cover Horizontal Training" has not improved much!"

"Now it's 200 times accelerated training. Under normal circumstances, the training effect can't be so bad, right?"

After hitting the sandbag for two hours, his explosive power has indeed improved, but the improvement in realm is not obvious!

"Strange? What's wrong?".

Chapter 10

after lunch,

Chen Yang came to the training ground again and started kick training!

It was also a thickened cowhide sandbag, and his legs were like two battle axes, slashing wildly at the sandbag.

After playing for two hours, Chen Yang became depressed!

His strength has indeed improved a bit, but the realm of "Thirteen Taibao Golden Bell Cover Horizontal Training" is the same as in the morning, and the improvement is very limited!

At this time, if he hits the target, he is confident that he can hit the above stats with one punch, and he can also kick 650 stats with both legs!

However, he could feel that his explosive power seemed to have reached a bottleneck!

If you continue to train like this, it will be difficult to improve!

"What went wrong? Could it be that I haven't tried my best enough?"

bang, bang, bang...

Next, Chen Yang became ruthless!

He was like a lunatic, punching and kicking the giant leather sandbag!

In the training ground, other students were too frightened to approach by the loud beating sound.

……

Just when Chen Yang felt his bottleneck, he beat the sandbag depressedly.

In an office on the fifth floor of the Tekken Club.

Two middle-aged men were sitting at a coffee table, making Kung Fu tea.

The atmosphere was a little depressing.

One of them was tall, dark-skinned, and looked like a migrant worker who had just come to the city from the countryside.

What is horrifying is that this person's eyes are very sharp, not angry but mighty.

The other is the founder of the Iron Fist Club, Zhang Iron Fist.

Zhang Tiequan took a sip of tea, sighed and said, "Feilong, I'm sorry, I really can't help you!"

"One million is not a small amount. I want to support the entire Tekken Club. I only have about twenty boxers under my command. The annual income is really limited!"

"You also know that my boxers are not strong!"

The middle-aged man named Feilong, who looks like a migrant worker, nodded: "Understood... I'll think of other ways!"

After speaking, he stood up and let out a long sigh.

There was a hint of helplessness, unwillingness, and even a sense of despair and powerlessness in his eyes.

"Feilong, don't continue!"

Zhang Tiequan shook his head and said: "Martial arts are developing very fast in China now, look at my Tekken Club, all fighters have purchased high-value insurance!"

"Even if something happens to the boxer, you don't need to pay for the settlement by yourself!"

"If you continue like this, how much can you afford? Give up...!"

"Back then, you were the strongest Chinese Sanda king!"

"If you open a boxing gym in China, I can guarantee that you will not be like this!"

"I never understood why you are so obsessed with Southeast Asian underground boxing?"

"Yes! A real master must go through the baptism of blood, this, I understand!"

"But after all these years, what have you gained?"

"In addition to losing a dozen outstanding disciples, let them stay in that ghost place in Southeast Asia forever!"

"Yun Feilong, ask yourself, are you worthy of their family?"

Feilong lowered his head deeply, the corners of his eyes became moist.

But soon, he looked up at Zhang Tiequan, with a trace of firmness in his eyes: "Tiequan, you don't understand...!"

Hearing this, Zhang Tiequan stood up excitedly.

"I don't understand? It's you who don't understand!"

"Everyone in our generation hopes that Huaxia Martial Arts can rise, and for this goal, they will sacrifice their lives!"

"But it's impossible to do anything in one leap, do you understand?"

"Where is the underground boxing scene in Southeast Asia? Don't you have any points in your heart?"

"I know, you will definitely say that the top muay thai champions all came from the underground boxing circles in Southeast Asia. Only when they are on the verge of life and death can they stimulate their potential and break through the highest realm of martial arts!"

"But that's Tainan, not our Huaxia!"

Yun Feilong clenched his fists and wanted to refute, but in the end he only sighed and did not make a sound.

Zhang Tiequan was silent for a moment, then said:

"Come back! Flying Dragon, come to my Tekken Club and start over!"

"I think back then, we practiced boxing together, fought in the Asian martial arts together, and were willing to dedicate our lives to our dreams!"

"But we have to face reality! The underground boxing scene in Southeast Asia is too cruel, we can't afford to lose, understand?"

"I also want to train a Muay Thai champion, and I also want to train a fighting king, but this cannot be done in a short time!"

"You have to be clear about the martial arts gap between us and Tainan and Hishima! You have seen the battle between Xiongdaifeng and Botu the day before yesterday!"

"The ultimate move in ancient Muay Thai is fierce and domineering, unfathomable!"

"The strength of Botu, how it is in southern Thailand, you should know better than anyone else!"

"Anyone in Southeast Asia's underground boxing world can kill Botu on the spot!"

"However, Xiong Daifeng lost and was seriously injured!"

"I've said everything that needs to be said! Think about it carefully, I'll help you figure out a way for the 100 million...!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Tiequan shook his head, and there was a trace of vicissitudes in his expression!

Yun Feilong's face became gloomy, revealing a deep sense of powerlessness.

There was silence for a quarter of an hour,

He looked up at Zhang Tiequan: "You are right! Maybe... I was really wrong...!"

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