Sparring, taken literally, means training with you.
A sparring partner in a martial arts studio is obviously not fighting with clients, but is obviously going to be beaten. What kind of strength does a sparring partner need to test? What should really be tested is the ability to resist.
But since he has come to this place, he has to comply with people's requests, so Ding Meng followed Xiaowei to the row of black targets.
There was no one at the target position at the far end. Before raising his fist, Ding Meng couldn't help turning his head and asked: "What is the target score for the sparring partner?"
"This..." Xiaowei was also stumped by this question. The previous sparring partner had never taken a strength test at all, so how could he get a standard score? However, Xiaowei was smart and immediately answered: "100 points."
100 points is 100 pounds, which is almost the impact force of 200 kilograms. What is the concept that ordinary humans can reach this standard?
A punch can cause a person to vomit blood at the least, or break bones at the worst. The Leopard machine gun in the Black Gold Base was at this level.
There is also a deep meaning in Xiaowei's random setting of standards. Almost all the customers who come here can't score 100 points. Those who score 80 points are very rare, and Ding Meng will definitely not be able to reach it.
The little bad guy suddenly appeared: "Ding Meng, you are a source of energy. Don't use too much force. Just be considerate. If this machine is damaged, we can't afford to pay for it. We have no money now."
"Oh, that's right." Ding Meng woke up suddenly and almost punched himself. Fortunately, the little bad guy reminded him in time.
However, this meaning should not be too casual. It would be terrible if it could not reach 100 points. After all, he still had not seen the specific digitization of power, so he could not make up his mind for a while, but in Xiaowei's eyes
That's not the case. The other party is obviously stage frightened.
"Mr. Ding, please punch." Xiaowei urged.
Ding Meng replied: "Okay."
As soon as the word "good" came out of his mouth, Xiaowei felt his eyes were blurred. He couldn't see clearly how the opponent punched. The only thing he could see clearly was the red score on the white electronic scoreboard "ding ding ding ding".
Rush upwards.
Before he could even recover, there was a long beep and the number on the scoreboard was fixed: "446 points."
"Well, it's okay." Ding Meng breathed a sigh of relief. The target is quite strong and it seems that it has not been damaged. The score of 446 is not bad, at least three times higher than the standard score. You can't think that I am unqualified.
Huh? No, what's wrong with you?
Ding Meng suddenly noticed that everything was quiet. The entire boxing test hall was silent. Dozens of men and women looked at him like a monster. Xiaowei's mouth opened into an "O" shape.
"What's going on?" Ding Meng was confused.
A burly man next to him stared at him blankly: "Little brother, your punch... must have broken the martial arts record. I have never seen anyone score 400 points with one punch."
Ding Meng was curious: "What's the highest score you can score here?"
The macho man said: "The highest score I have ever seen is 108 points, and that was for a professional boxer."
Oops, Ding Meng secretly cried out again, he must have gone too far again.
"Little brother... oh no, big... big brother." The macho man had changed his name to "brother", "Can you... teach me how to practice boxing?"
At this time, Hu Qi finally rushed out of the office and waved to the stunned crowd: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, there is something wrong with this scoring machine and the scores are not accurate. Everyone, continue. It's okay, everyone continues.
practise……"
"Huh -" Ding Meng breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that there was a malfunction. No wonder there was such a strange score.
"Do you need me to retest?" Ding Meng asked proactively.
"Yes, yes, let's do it again." Hu Qi obviously didn't believe the super high score of more than 400, so he pulled Ding Meng to another boxing target, "Mr. Ding, oh no, Brother Ding, let's do it again."
Do you think it's okay after taking a test?"
"Okay." Ding Meng secretly thought that the target seemed to be wrapped in soft cowhide and had strong buffering capacity. If the machine was faulty, the punch he just punched might have been a bit too strong. This time, it would be better to be lighter. Forget it.
I'd better not use my fists anymore, just follow what the little bad guy said, it just means what I mean, it shouldn't be a big problem.
He thought it was quite simple, but what the forty or fifty pairs of eyes in the audience saw was something different. He saw Ding Meng with his back to the wall, his right hand forming a familiar knife shape, and he just glanced at the boxing target without even looking at it.
Cut backwards with one knife.
There was a muffled "bang", the target was accurately hit, the red score began to "ding ding ding ding" skyrocketing, and after a few seconds the numbers on the scoreboard stopped.
With a "bah" sound, Hu Qi's gold-rimmed glasses fell to the ground, and Xiaowei's mouth opened wide enough to swallow an egg.
The macho man also rubbed his eyes. He was sure that he had read correctly. The scoreboard showed: "393 points."
This score means that Ding Meng can do whatever he wants, and even the macho man himself will be sent flying by this understatement.
"Oh my god." The macho man immediately became excited and took Ding Meng's hand. "Brother, can you teach me how to practice boxing? I'm willing to pay for the extra service fees and tuition. No matter how expensive it is, I'll pay for it."
Already."
He was so excited that the crowd gathered around him, and everyone rushed to shout:
"Brother, please take me. I am a black iron member of the martial arts school."
"Brother, brother, please teach me, don't teach him, he is black iron, I am bronze, I will pay tips."
"Nah, how much is the tip? The employer and employee can sign a contract and pay double the service fee. Teach me, teach me quickly."
"Tsk, tsk, brother, that kick just now was really awesome, 393 points. I will never be able to reach that level in my life."
"One kick? People use palms. Four eyes, are you stupid?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, my eyes were blurry and I couldn't see clearly..."
…
"Okay, okay, everyone, stop fighting, stop fighting." Hu Qi and Xiaowei had returned to normal at this time, trying hard to maintain order, "Haha, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, this is Ding, a sparring partner from our martial arts school.
Mr. Mundine, if you need it, you can handle the sparring business."
Hearing Hu Qi's shouting, Ding Meng was a little happy: "Um... Manager Hu, if I apply as a sparring partner, can I meet the standard?"
Hu Qi decisively pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a righteous look on his face: "Mr. Ding, oh no, Brother Ding, congratulations on passing the test. I will register you now. You have officially become a member of our martial arts school."
As a member of Haohan Group, you are welcome to join Haohan Group..."
Ding Meng stared at him suspiciously: "The advertisement outside said that there is a three-month trial period?"
"Oh no no no no no." Hu Qi shook his head like a rattle, and then started talking nonsense seriously, "Brother Ding, you are different."
"What can I do differently?" Ding Meng was curious.
Hu Qi looked serious: "Our Haohan Group is a large group company, and we take extra care of interstellar refugees. We know that you do not have citizenship, so we specially cancel the probation period. This is our humanistic care and our consistent inheritance of excellence.
company culture……"
It's Mao's excellent corporate culture. He can score 393 points with a single palm. He's so powerful. If Hu Qi doesn't even have this vision, then he doesn't need to be a human resources manager anymore.
He was begging for food on the street outside. If a talent like Ding Meng was poached by other martial arts schools, the boss would probably pay to have him killed.
"Thank you so much, Manager Hu, our martial arts gym is really good." Ding Meng thanked him from the bottom of his heart.
"Oh no no no no no no thank you no thank you." Hu Qi explained hurriedly, "Brother Ding doesn't need to call me Manager Hu, just call me Xiao Hu. Yes, Xiao Hu Xiao Hu."
"Okay." Ding Meng was a little uncomfortable with this guy's attitude, "Well... Manager Hu, when can I come to work in the martial arts gym?"
Hu Qi immediately raised his index finger and said seriously: "Brother, you can go to work now."
