The training room is very noisy, with more than a dozen fighters training.
Most of them are over 30 years old.
It was normal for Su Yue to think about it. If he was a warrior in his 20s, he would definitely go to the battlefield to fight for his future.
At the age of 30, the average person has been practicing for more than 10 years.
If you still can't break through to the second level after more than 10 years, then there is no need to fight hard. You might as well make more money in the Fight Club, so that you won't be so poor when you get old.
Warriors are used to spending money lavishly, and the government pension is simply not enough to spend money lavishly.
Fighting in the first-level realm is also divided into levels.
From B1 to B9, B1 is the lowest rank and is also the new fighting skill rank.
Only by accumulating 10 win points can you be promoted to B2 rank.
In the arena, if you win once, you will get one victory point.
But if you fail once, your victory points will also be deducted.
Under this rule, the fastest way for a fighter to advance is through winning streaks.
Otherwise, you will be particularly distressed if your victory points are deducted once.
Some unlucky fighters will fall directly from B2 to B1 if they kneel 10 times in a row. That is definitely a sad story.
Every time you upgrade to the B-level rank, the fighting bounty will increase significantly, and the fighter's reputation will also increase. It will even lead to star effect and attract several sponsors, which is also an additional income.
Sun Zhiwei did not brag.
He is the highest winning streak record holder in the first rank.
98 consecutive wins.
It turns out that my instructor is still a ruthless person.
98 games without a single failure.
He was eventually ended by his B9 opponent, and his winning streak failed to break 100. Su Yue even felt regretful.
After that, Sun Zhiwei saved enough money, returned to his hometown in Laixi City, and became a potential class teacher.
Of course, he was also lucky enough to break through to the second level.
The former number one fighter in winning streak is named Bai Zhao.
After all, Sun Zhiwei has become a second-grade warrior, and his list has become history.
Bai Zhao has won 83 games in a row, and he is currently still in the B8 rank.
The winning streak list and the rank list are different.
If you want to be on the winning streak list, you don't allow any failure at all.
The ranking list is a mixed bag. As long as you play more arena games, you will definitely be promoted to a higher rank.
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The fighter trained by Su Yue is currently at the B5 level.
Next to Su Yue, there turned out to be a B8 level fighter. He seemed to be called a flower bear. He was tall and powerful, with a sinister face.
Hua Xiong is the boss of this training ground.
The punching bag used as a sparring partner for Hua Xiong is a middle-aged man in his 40s.
This is a genuine ordinary person, maybe a little stronger. If calculated based on the blood value, he definitely does not exceed 15 calories.
People call him Lao Zhao.
"Young man, you are young, don't come to a place like this, it's very dangerous."
Seeing that Su Yue was young, Old Zhao tried to dissuade him with a look of dissatisfaction.
"Um, it's okay."
Su Yue smiled.
The training has not officially started yet. The punching bags have put on their protective gear and are waiting for the call. The fighters are warming up in the distance, so they can chat a little.
"Little brother, are you still a high school student? Are you not short of money to pay tuition? A few brothers and I will pool together and lend you some. When you graduate from college, we will pay you back slowly. Don't worry about the money. It's really good here.
Danger.
"You are still so young, don't let anything happen to you."
The more Old Zhao looked at Su Yue, the more he couldn't bear it.
Several other sandbags also said that Su Yue should go back to school.
Lao Zhao even started to raise money, but was stopped by Su Yue.
In a strange environment, a few words of concern made Su Yue feel warm in his heart, but he could only remain silent.
He couldn't explain it.
Fighter, here we come.
"Little guy, I can send you back to your mother's womb with just three punches."
Su Yue's opponent looked at him contemptuously.
With such a small body, it is a waste of time.
"Hmph, three punches, B5 rank, he is really a lot of waste, you should punch him and send him home."
Hua Xiong sneered. There seemed to be frost in his pupils, making his scalp numb.
This is murderous intent.
Su Yue frowned, he was even a little worried for Old Zhao.
Can an ordinary person withstand the attack of a flower bear?
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Training begins.
The punches are sharp and the angles are tricky.
Su Yue's reaction speed is not bad. The sandbag allows you to dodge. As long as you have the ability, this is also a kind of training for fighters.
Before starting, Su Yue felt that he would be very relaxed.
But he was careless.
The fighter just made a feint, and Su Yue was fooled.
puff!
A solid knee hit, Su Yue's lower abdomen felt like being hit by a heavy hammer, and he almost vomited out gallbladder.
Severe pain rushed straight to his forehead, and Su Yue almost fainted.
Fortunately, with 19 calories of energy and blood to support him, he recovered quickly.
"Haha, is this your first time as a punching bag? It turns out that you are a rookie who has never fought before."
The fighter smiled even more contemptuously.
Su Yue clutched his stomach. He glanced to the side and became even more frustrated.
What a joke.
Even when facing a B8 fighter, an ordinary person like Lao Zhao can dodge a few punches.
As for myself, I was almost crippled with the first move.
Practical experience.
This is what Xu Baiyan said, is practical experience the most important?
really.
Pure Qi and blood warriors are really useless.
When you are really fighting and fighting, at any moment, at any moment, you will become a corpse.
Fighting... requires a wealth of experience accumulated over time.
Even ordinary people as weak as Lao Zhao can still avoid the attacks of B8 fighters, but with 19 cards, he is undoubtedly a loser.
Now, Su Yue can finally understand the painstaking efforts of Dai Yuegui and Sun Zhiwei.
Practical combat experience is really more important than pure health value.
"How dare you get distracted?"
The next moment, Su Yue saw a fist striking towards his face like a dagger.
Although there was armor on his head, Su Yue's instinctive fear made Su Yue subconsciously dodge.
pity.
The moment he dodged, that familiar knee hit his lower abdomen again.
Same position, same intensity.
My intestines are almost broken.
Su Yue bent over in pain.
This is simply a disgrace and a disgrace.
That's right.
This fighter is simply humiliating himself.
The same knee bump, the same position, this is telling you that you are a complete waste.
"Come again."
Su Yue stood up.
He was also aroused and wanted to win. I didn't believe it. I couldn't dodge the attack.
Su Yue also has strengths.
He has high vitality and blood and recovers from injuries quickly.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Next, Su Yue was beaten beyond recognition, and the pain rolled like a tide, making him almost faint.
But in the severe pain, Su Yue gradually understood what fighting and killing were.
No wonder the fighters use human sandbags to feed their punches.
Many times, the limbs also need to cultivate some subconscious. The process of fighting is also a necessary way to cultivate the subconscious.
After the fist touches the body, each part will feel different.
Fighters need to be familiar with every touch on the sparring partner, which is also body awareness.
Practice makes perfect, only hard work can make you perfect.
I don't know how long it took, but Su Yue was finally able to barely dodge one or two moves.
His eyes were covered by the blood dripping from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with scarlet red.
Su Yue even fell into a state of fighting. After all, the experience gained in exchange for severe pain was unforgettable.
He didn't even realize how much of a sensation he had caused.
Beside him, the alarms of those human sandbags had already sounded, and they were leaving one after another.
And Su Yue, a rookie who was thought to faint in three moves, was still fighting.
It was obvious that Su Yue was the most seriously injured, but his alarm had not yet sounded.
Old Zhao lay in the distance with a bruised nose and a swollen face, dumbfounded.