This is a place filled with adrenaline. The sound of steel hitting the ground, accompanied by shouts, came from all directions in the club. The front desk handed over the printed membership cards to Lin Shuwen and Mo Yunfei, and handed them to two people with their names written on them.
envelope.
"Walk slowly for 5 kilometers on the treadmill at an incline of 9 and speed 6, then stretch your body on various machines, and report to the receptionist after completion."
Lin Shuwen put away the envelope, looked at Mo Yunfei aside, and met his gaze that was also looking at him.
"I'm here for a warm-up plan, how about you, boss?"
"Same."
Lin Shuwen handed the envelope back to the waiting receptionist, nodded to her, and walked to the dressing room. Mo Yunfei followed closely behind, throwing the letter and envelope to the receptionist beside him, and waved politely.
"We have a personal trainer who trains fighting. He wants two apprentices who are willing to endure hardships. Just treat it as employee benefits. I gave him your information. Didn't Mo Yunfei find you? He took him directly to find you.
Let’s go to the gym next to the Internet cafe!”
Lin Shuwen, who was wearing a black fitness vest, recalled the call from Ye Lanxin just now, reluctantly adjusted the settings of the treadmill, put the glasses he had taken off in the gap next to the operating panel, and asked Meier who was lying inside to protect her.
Good it.
"Boss, what songs do you usually listen to when exercising?"
Mo Yunfei played with his mobile phone, selecting a playlist in the music software. The elemental spirit of flame lay on his thumb, pointing at a certain playlist on the screen.
"You should be running in different speeds, right? You can try JOJO's collection of execution songs. The variations in it don't require you to choose songs."
Tapping on his mobile phone, a senior JO chef passed the playlist he had collected to the newbie next to him. As the rhythmic drum beats sounded in the headphones, two new heat sources rose in the gym.
"New here? Do you want to practice with us?"
In the equipment area, Lin Shuwen was practicing his back. The sudden noise on the side attracted him. He looked past the figure wrapped around Mo Yunfei, searched the club, and found a middle-aged strong man who was communicating with the front desk.
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Test? After confirming their intentions, Lin Shuwen connected Mo Yunfei's earphones.
"Promise them, the coach will let them test you, just play as you wish."
"Understood~understood~"
Mo Yunfei secretly increased the sound volume of his earphones, stood up from the bench, smiled and shook the hands extended by the two men, showing an embarrassed expression.
"You can, you can~ But if you guys come together, I can't beat you~"
"Don't worry, you can choose one of us to fight."
"Where are the rules?"
"It's impossible to save Xing if we get up again."
Can't get up again.
Lin Shuwen was a little surprised at the scale of this test. He put down the handle of the bench press and stood up from the equipment. Under the watchful eyes of the middle-aged man at the front desk, he sneaked into the crowd of onlookers and let Meier in his arms run to the preparation room.
Mo Yunfei enters the fighting prison.
"Don't worry, go ahead and fight. If anything goes wrong, I will interrupt you immediately."
"Thank you, boss~"
Mo Yunfei gave a thumbs up in the direction where Mei'er was running, and put on Kuga's standard smile.
"Then, let the experiment begin~"
In the prison, Mo Yunfei ran his index finger through the tip of his hair with a confident smile, amusing the onlookers. The slightly thin man with a crew cut glanced at the personal trainer next to the bar, tensed his muscles, and followed the movement of his left foot.
Stepping forward, he assumed a fighter's posture and set up his "position".
"Snapped
!Boom!”
Mo Yunfei rushed towards the opponent and pointed his left fist directly at the door. The man leaned sideways and used his right arm to block the oncoming fist. His elbow was slightly retracted, and his forearm was straight out, hitting Mo Yunfei directly.
In the chest, Mo Yunfei gave up his defense and directly hit the side of the man's face with his elbow. With the muffled sound of bones colliding, the two of them took a step back at the same time.
The retreating right foot focused on the ground, and with the inertia of turning his waist, Mo Yunfei whipped his leg directly towards the man's arm protecting his face. Mo Yunfei's idea was very simple, either the opponent's arm would be disabled, or he would be stunned directly.
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"Boom!"
The supporting leg was swept off the ground by the sweeping leg. The man pressed his leg sideways to get attached to him, avoiding Mo Yunfei's kick and sweeping his body down at the same time.
"This is a fierce attack type that tends to open and close, but it doesn't have enough actual combat experience."
The middle-aged man next to the front desk was adding his characteristics to Mo Yunfei's information, and the lady at the front desk looked enviously.
"Ouch!"
Mo Yunfei, who fell to the ground, rolled away like a donkey. The man did not choose to suppress the standing opponent, but just took a step forward to maintain his "momentum". Mo Yunfei pinched his painful left leg and swung it
He took the gangster's crouching position and thought about his next attack.
"After being disabled, I still think about my concave posture. This is a disease that needs to be corrected."
He wanted to break the momentum by attacking. Lin Shuwen, who had trained under the father of a police officer, saw what Mo Yunfei was thinking. When facing an opponent who was good at defense, the best way was to interrupt his defensive counterattack rhythm. In other words, to break the momentum.
Lose his "power".
"snort!"
Mo Yunfei shook his hand, and with all his strength, he bumped into the opponent with his right shoulder. The man smiled disdainfully, turned sideways to avoid Mo Yunfei's charge, and put his right hand on his waist, preparing to use an uppercut.
Attack Mo Yunfei's frontal body exposed in front of him.
"The law of victory..."
Mo Yunfei's left arm suddenly raised and hit the opponent's neck. Years of defensive and counterattack instinct made him raise the arm that was originally hitting Mo Yunfei's chest in front of him. The arms collided with each other, with momentum.
Mo Yunfei knocked the man to the ground and hit the fence at the edge of the prison. He quickly rubbed the muscles of his arms and finished his lines while enduring the pain.
"It's been decided!"
The man covered his right shoulder and stood up again. He still did not choose to attack, but tried to regain his "position".
Mo Yunfei didn't want to give the opponent a chance to turn defeat into victory. He jumped up from the ground and slammed his fist towards the place where the man was.
With one step, the man took a step back, and this step indicated that his "power" was completely shattered.
"Bye~"
Mo Yunfei smiled confidently and rushed from the ground to the sky. With the back of his fist from the bottom up, he hit the man's defensive right arm. However, after being hit hard, the arm that was completely broken was unable to resist and was accompanied by inertia.
The force of the punch was strong. When severe pain came from his jaw, the man fell to the ground.
"The outcome is decided"
The man who was traveling with him stopped the competition. Mo Yunfei, who was breathing heavily, pulled his left arm and raised his right hand to the roof, declaring his victory.
"I told him not to always think about counterattacks, ugh~"
The middle-aged man shook his head. He saw that the main reason why the lean man lost in this competition was not because of Mo Yunfei's wit, but because his own desire to defend against counterattack was too strong. As a fighter who chooses to defend against counterattack,
As a soldier, the lean man would subconsciously defend when he saw the opponent attacking. However, when pursuing, he gave up the attack in order to maintain the "defensive". In the end, Mo Yunfei took advantage of the opportunity and reversed the situation.
"But the new boy
His brain is not bad and can be cultivated."
He put Mo Yunfei's file aside and took out Lin Shuwen's information. He was about to wink at the remaining men, but found Lin Shuwen looking at him.
"Boss, do you want to come up?"
"There is white medicine spray next to the prison. Please handle it yourself."
Lin Shuwen pointed to the spray at the edge of the prison and turned to the slightly stronger man who had placed his companions.
"How about we have a game?"
"Okay, I was looking for you originally."
The man readily agreed to Lin Shuwen's challenge, pointed at himself, and said:
"Wang Dong."
"Lin Shuwen."
The two took off their shoes and socks and entered the fighting prison from both sides. Lin Shuwen lowered his hands and bowed his head to the other party as a courtesy. Wang Dong put his left foot in front and the toes of his back feet touched the ground, nodding towards Lin Shuwen.
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"ha!"
At the moment when both parties' breaths were stagnant, Wang Dong stepped forward and stamped on the ground, shouting. He tried to scare the other party with an attack stance. If the other party showed a flaw, he would directly pursue it.
"Papa~"
Lin Shuwen stepped forward with his right foot, bringing the two sides within attacking distance of each other. He patted his chest lightly, mocking the opponent for not daring to attack. The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and showed an interesting smile.
"Hahaha"
The behavior of the two caused laughter from the onlookers. Wang Dong calmed down his slightly stunned mood, moved his left foot forward, taking the place of his right foot, and raised his right leg slightly, as if he would kick it out in the next second. Lin Shuwen showed a nostalgic look.
Smiling, his front foot was slightly withdrawn, his right front leg made a pivot, and his whole body rotated counterclockwise. His hind leg followed the wind and swept towards Wang Dong with a skillful backspin.
"I go!"
Before Mo Yunfei's exclamation could stop, Wang Dong had already avoided Lin Shuwen's attack in time. Facing the opponent's exposed front, he mercilessly raised his left leg and kicked Lin Shuwen's flank.
"boom!"
The muffled sound of the impact of leg bones resounded in the prison. Lin Shuwen, who had been practicing leg skills for many years, quickly lowered his left leg, bent his right front leg and raised it, blocking Wang Dong's whipping leg. His hip bones were forceful, and Lin Shuwen's right calf was outside.
Swinging, he knocked away the two legs that had been deadlocked for a moment. When he landed, he raised his left arm and blocked Wang Dong's next right straight punch. He leaned into his arms, pressed his right shoulder against Wang Dong's left shoulder, and turned his elbow.
, Lin Shuwen's right fist popped out from under his left arm, and the back of his fist hit Wang Dong's philtrum between his nose and lips.
"Well!"
The distance was too close for Wang Dong to raise his arms to defend himself. With a groan, Wang Dong took a step back in pain, trying to distance himself. However, Lin Shuwen was unreasonable and grabbed the opponent's hand before he could take it back.
With the right arm, the body turned inward, and the right hand turned into a knife. With the inertia caused by the rotation of the waist, it slashed towards Wang Dong's armpit. The left hand exerted force again, using the tightly grasped arm to pull Wang Dong's body back, and turned the body outward.
, the sharp elbow hit his face. Wang Dong finally raised his left fist to defend and bounced Lin Shuwen's body. Lin Shuwen turned his right foot backwards with his body, exerted force on his waist, and pushed his knee with centrifugal force.
Towards Wang Dong’s abdomen!
"Boom"
With the victory or defeat decided, Lin Shuwen let go of his left hand holding the opponent's arm. Wang Dong curled up on the ground, clutching his abdomen in pain. Lin Shuwen squatted beside him, massaging his back with his right hand, dredging his energy and blood.
"Not bad! Very good seedlings!"
The middle-aged man laughed while looking at Lin Shuwen's information and walked towards the fighting cell. Seeing Wang Dong regaining his mobility, Lin Shuwen stood up and looked at each other with his future coach.