Everyone stared blankly at Zhou Ming, only to see that he placed his fists in front of his chest one after the other, and his feet were spread apart from left to right like a pony step, standing thirty centimeters apart in parallel.

Those who knew knew he was here for boxing, but those who didn't know would think he was preparing to play a game of push and shove.

Zhou Ming's posture has no aesthetics at all, and it is definitely not professional. The posture lacks stability and will fall down when pushed. Anyone with a little bit of fighting knowledge will never assume such an amateur posture. Only

Only a rookie office worker who has never received any fighting training might put on such a posture during the first training.

Zhou Ming's starting move made Huang Tao feel very uncomfortable. He always felt that the senior was provoking him.

Being stared at by everyone's eyes, Zhou Ming finally realized that his posture was a bit awkward, so he immediately did a few chest expansion exercises, jumped on the spot a few times to stretch his body, and pretended that he was just planning to do it.

Warming up.

Then, he imitated Huang Tao's movements, placing his feet forward and backward, raising his left hand to his abdomen, retracting it and placing it on his waist, bending his right arm and raising it to the midline in front of his body, making a defensive posture like a door...

This is almost the same posture as Huang Tao.

This way the secret will not be revealed, Zhou Ming thought to himself.

When Huang Tao saw this, he was stunned at first, and then his expression gradually became indifferent. The good impression he had on Zhou Ming suddenly disappeared.

There is no doubt that the other party is indeed provoking him, even insulting him!

This stance is the starting stance of the fighting technique passed down from his family. Just learning a superficial skill has no actual combat ability, and Zhou Ming is not his father's son, so it is naturally impossible to know how to connect the subsequent killing moves, so... he

Now he is imitating a posture that he doesn't understand at all, showing that he doesn't need to be serious to defeat him.

Zhang Qian's expression changed slightly and she was in a bad mood. She had heard before that Senior Zhou Ming was a broad-minded and powerful person.

But seeing it with my own eyes now makes me feel disappointed.

"Then, I won't be polite anymore!" Huang Tao's voice even turned cold.

"You're very serious." Zhou Ming smiled.

He was keenly aware of the change in the other party's attitude, and thought that he was indeed a person preparing to engage in a high-risk profession, and he was so serious about the discussion.

"It's about to happen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Tao's feet rubbed the ground back and forth in an incredible way, and his whole figure instantly moved in front of Zhou Ming like a translation sticker!

He raised his right elbow lying in front of him and struck directly at Zhou Ming's chest! His left fist tucked in his waist hit the opponent's abdomen like a cannonball!

Zhou Ming was stunned. He didn't react at all. He only felt his head buzzing, and then he saw the ground!

Huh? What’s the ground?

...Have you been thrown?

No, it's not!

He was still standing! He was just bending down and looking at the ground, but why was he bending down? He had no memory of what he did.

The scene was completely silent. The air was as quiet as before, but there seemed to be some differences.

"See... do you see clearly?" asked a martial arts student standing in the audience.

"No, I didn't see clearly." The other person shook his head blankly.

The mineral water bottle in Zhang Qian's hand was almost bursting from her grip. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the scene in front of her in disbelief, her mind going blank.

On the ring, Zhou Ming and Huang Tao stood close to each other. His body was very low, and his head only reached Huang Tao's abdomen. He was standing slightly further to the right than before, just in time to avoid Huang Tao.

The left fist!

As for Huang Tao's fierce right elbow, it was easily blocked by Zhou Ming's right palm.

The five fingers of Zhou Ming's left hand were lined up to form a knife, hovering quietly in front of Huang Tao's throat, like a poisonous snake that suddenly took flight but suddenly stopped.

Huang Tao swallowed and leaned his neck back as hard as he could.

He held his breath, a few drops of innocent cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

Huang Tao knew that if this was a fight to the death, he would already be dead.

All his attacks were dodged by the opponent, but the most fragile laryngeal cartilage was pointed directly at him. As long as Zhou Ming exerted a little force, his laryngeal cartilage would be smashed to pieces. With the strength of people like them, maybe

Even the cervical vertebrae will be broken.

Huang Tao slowly backed away, taking three steps away before regaining his breath. The over-beating heart in his chest slowly calmed down, and he looked at Zhou Ming with a hint of awe.

Zhang Qian, who was standing in the audience, also let out a long breath, with a somewhat complicated expression on her face.

"It's amazing! It's really amazing! It's a pity that it only passed one move."

"Well, he is indeed a professional in fighting weirdness."

The audience is praising, and their praise comes from the bottom of their hearts and is sincere.

But these praises sounded a bit redundant and ridiculous to Huang Tao and Zhang Qian, just like hearing a top student in high school say to a mathematician who won the Nobel Prize in Mathematics: That's awesome! If you compete in the Olympics, you will definitely get a gold medal!

Huang Tao and Zhang Qian's impressions of Zhou Ming were refreshed. They suddenly realized that what Zhou Ming just said about warming up with the coach was true, because in his eyes, the two of them were no different from ordinary coaches in this martial arts gym.

And the warm-up Zhou Ming mentioned may really be just a warm-up... No, I'm afraid it's not a serious warm-up.

"Hmm... not bad." Zhou Ming slowly took back his hand and nodded pretendingly.

He originally wanted to compliment the other person, but then he thought about it and felt that this was a bit inappropriate, so he changed his mind and said that it was okay.

"As expected of a senior, Huang Tao alone can't even warm up the seniors, so add me."

Zhang Qian in the audience jumped onto the ring with a serious expression.

Zhou Ming's courage also increased. Although his movement just now didn't leave much impression, his body seemed to be used to it a lot.

"Everyone is just warming up. That's it." Zhou Ming showed a friendly smile.

Huang Tao and Zhang Qian also nodded vigorously, their expressions more serious than before.

"That's it!"

"let's go."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them attacked at the same time!

This time, Huang Tao and Zhang Qian didn't put on a show, and adopted a flanking attack from both sides!

In their opinion, Zhou Ming is too strong. Even if he doesn't use stance, he is not a character they can deal with. Therefore, there is no need to hold back at all and they can just deal with Zhou Ming as a teacher who teaches fighting.

Huang Tao and Zhang Qian rushed out, Zhang Qian flew up, and Huang Tao stopped.

The girl's feet lifted off the ground, she spun around in the air and fell on her back. 0.75 seconds after Huang Tao took action, Zhou Ming's knife was pointed at his throat.

...it's over again.

The audience in the audience was silent, with no cheers or applause.

They couldn't understand the discussion between the two sides. This kind of battle that ended in an instant was neither thrilling nor exciting. It even felt like reading a comic strip. On this page, everyone does this, and when you turn the page, everyone changes.

Set the moves, and then... OK, the battle is over! The winner has been decided!

This boring picture cannot make them secrete dopamine and adrenaline, and even makes them forget to applaud.

Zhang Qian was lying on the ground, blinking at the pale lattice ceiling. After a long time, she still couldn't figure out how she fell.

She changed the battle from one-on-one to two-on-one, but the duration of the battle didn't seem to change.

On the other side, Zhou Ming felt the changes in himself. The short sparring session just now gave him some vague feeling, and he felt like he knew how to move his body.

Maybe we should strike while the iron is hot and continue exercising, Zhou Ming thought to himself.

"Come on, the warm-up is over, let's have a good discussion."

The sound came from above. Zhang Qian came back to her senses and found Zhou Ming reaching out to her.

Zhang Qian let out a breath, took Zhou Ming's hand and stood up, and looked at Huang Tao.

In just a few minutes, the two finally understood the purpose of Teacher Wang in sending Senior Zhou to lead the team. Teacher Wang was not suggesting that they should continue to work hard, but wanted to polish their proud mentality and remind them that there are people outside the world, so don't be complacent.

Arrogant.

After thinking about this, and then recalling the senior's almost provocative behavior at the beginning, I had different feelings.

The senior was probably the one conveying this feeling to them on behalf of Teacher Wang.

"Senior, thank you, please give me your advice on this mission!" Huang Tao said sincerely, getting ready for the third time.

"Well, I will also study hard!" Zhang Qian also said modestly.

"Well, let's work together." Zhou Ming was a little confused, so he had to use Tiger Balm to answer.

…

Zhou Ming believes that the goddess of fate is looking after him. At least he has had good luck since he time traveled, and it is the same now.

After various tests, Zhou Ming found that his fighting ability was much stronger than imagined, and his reflexes and muscle strength were far superior to ordinary people.

He had obviously never learned boxing skills, but he was able to kill two juniors and juniors in an instant with one against two. After trying a group battle, he found that even the strongest trainers in the gym, including Huang Tao and Zhang Qian, could not fight.

Totally no match for him.

His attack power is ridiculously strong, purely due to his skill and reaction speed. After holding a weapon to expand the attack range, the combat possibilities become more numerous, and the error tolerance rate also increases exponentially.

During the battle, he made many reactions instantly without thinking at all, which means that this body still retains some fighting habits.

Once the move is used a lot, Zhou Ming will naturally get used to it and can use it actively.

This process of improving strength is more like recalling than practicing.

In this way, the difficulty for him to return to the actual combat level in a short period of time is greatly reduced, and the pressure of disguise is further reduced.

The progress was so smooth that Zhou Ming found it hard to believe it was a coincidence and could only assume that it was within the original owner's plan.

After this practice, Zhou Ming came to the final conclusion: even if he lost the relevant combat knowledge, he was still better than ordinary students who had practiced for many years with only his remaining combat instincts.
Chapter completed!