In the boxing ring.
Cheng Feng has changed into a tracksuit, clenches his fists inward, and ferociously strikes the sandbag held by Coach Gu.
Thud! Thud!
Thud! Thud!
With every hit, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Put more power into it!"
"Good job!"
"Again!"
...
After the workout, Cheng Feng took the mineral water handed over by Coach Gu Yuebo and doused it on his head.
"What's... bothering you?"
Gu Yuebo frowned and asked.
"Just...something I can't understand!" Cheng Feng wiped his face with a towel.
He was infatuated with martial arts and had spent a lot of money to learn from a master.
Of course, what cost more was his research on the 'Inner Strength' of ancient martial artists from the legends.
However, after organizing a match where a kickboxing player knocked out an ancient martial inheritor, he felt like his dream had been shattered.
Nonetheless, his passion for boxing was always etched in his veins.
It's undeniable that men are naturally combative.
