Translator: CinderTL
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"Sanda isn't just about flashy moves."
"Fast! Accurate! Fierce! Punch like lightning, kick like a blade…"
In Nanjiang City, at the Flame Tiger Martial Arts School.
The coach's voice echoed, as Chen Feng sweated heavily, delivering a right punch forward.
Swish!
The punch was straight, with the elbow slightly bent.
This was the most basic jab, one of the basic Sanda moves Chen Feng had recently mastered at the school.
Without stopping, he continued stepping forward, clenched his fist, and threw a left punch.
Swish!
The elbow bent noticeably, a more standard left hook.
This scene didn't stand out in the whole martial arts school, where about thirty students were practicing Sanda moves in the spacious practice hall.
Some were throwing punches, others were kicking, blocking, or stepping, all with steady stances and decent form.
There were even some students hitting the punching bags for further practice.
For a moment, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the sweat-drenched faces of the practitioners.
Swish!
Without glancing sideways, Chen Feng threw another punch.
This time…
[Progress +1]
[Sanda: Unfamiliar (82%)]
A panel automatically appeared in front of him, and Chen Feng stopped his movements, taking a deep breath.
With a thought, he wiped the sweat from his face, and quickly noticed more information floating in front of him.
[Name: Chen Feng]
[Age: 22]
[Strength: 8.2]
[Agility: 8.1]
[Constitution: 8.1]
[Willpower: 8.8]
[Skill: Sanda (Unfamiliar, 82%)]
"Still a bit short…"
The thought flashed through Chen Feng's mind as he squinted his eyes.
A week ago, he had transmigrated into this world and obtained this panel in a dream while he was sleeping.
Its purpose was to reflect his current physical stats and the proficiency of his skills.
Tap, tap!
Looking at the others practicing around him, Chen Feng felt thirsty.
He walked to the open space near the floor-to-ceiling windows, grabbed his sports water bottle, and twisted the cap to drink.
Glug, glug!
Sweat ran down his skin as water flowed down his throat.
This feeling of exhaustion and fulfillment made Chen Feng feel very satisfied.
A week ago, he was just an ordinary office worker on Earth, who had died from overworking while playing games.
Now, by some stroke of luck, he had crossed into a parallel world similar to Earth. In the past week, he had barely adapted to everything here.
Earth Star, Red Nation.
This was the country where his original owner had lived, one of the pillars of the current world.
As for his original owner, who shared his name, he was a recent graduate who had lost his job right after graduation. He had also just joined the martial arts school as a Sanda student.
He had gotten sick a week ago and had a fever, which allowed Chen Feng to take over his place.
The original person's parents were ordinary people, passing away two years ago.
He had an older sister, a doctoral student at a local research institute, who worked part-time while studying, and had excellent grades.
Thinking about this, Chen Feng stopped drinking, glancing at his reflection in the window.
He was almost 1.8 meters tall, wearing a black round-neck T-shirt, looking a bit skinny.
At 22, with sharp eyebrows, a short crew-cut hairstyle, his facial features were still strong.
"No matter what this world is like…"
"First, I need to survive."
"Then, I need to get stronger!"
The thought flashed through his mind as he thought about the strange dreams, he had been having every night since his transmigration.
Chen Feng quickly put down the water bottle, returned to the practice area, and continued practicing Sanda.
Time passed, and after two more hours, the progress of his Sanda skill increased again.
[Sanda: Unfamiliar, 83%]
"If I manage to keep this pace, I should be able to officially learn it in about a week."
He exhaled a breath, nodding to himself.
Clap, clap!
After a full day of practice, the coach, who had been standing at the front of the room, clapped his hands to signal the end of class.
"Alright, that's enough for today."
"If anyone has any questions about Sanda, feel free to come to me after class."
With that, Chen Feng caught his breath for a moment and didn't waste too much time.
He packed up his things, went to the changing room, wiped the sweat off, and changed out of his soaked clothes.
Before long, he left the martial arts school.
...
The journey was uneventful, and after half an hour, he arrived at the bus stop. Chen Feng exited through the back door of the crowded number 12 bus.
Looking around, the nearby neighborhood was filled with old cement buildings, and the streetlights were rusty and slightly yellowed.
Fruit wholesale stores occupied the first floors, with trucks unloading and voices constantly echoing.
The corners of the street were damp, and flies buzzed around the trash bins.
This was the only inheritance left by his parents—an old, dilapidated apartment.
Chen Feng lived here alone.
Buzz!
Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Chen Feng stopped, pulled out his phone, and saw the message notification and a transfer of 1,000 yuan.
[Chen Yun]: Xiao Feng, I'm very busy at the research institute this weekend, I can't come back for now.
[You've been practicing punches lately, make sure to eat more nutritious food, and don't worry about the job search, I'll find a way.]
After reading the message, Chen Feng fell silent.
Chen Yun was the original owner's older sister, and over this period, he had felt her concern and worry.
Though she was a doctoral student, her salary wasn't very high due to her internship, with only a few thousand yuan in internship allowances.
However, she had been very good to the original owner, paying for tuition, living expenses, and even the Sanda training fees over the past two years.
[Received.]
He didn't refuse her care, as the original owner had been jobless after graduation, and he was truly broke.
He instinctively typed "thank you," but thinking of her tone, he silently deleted it.
[Chen Yun]: I have to go now, lots of things to do at the project, smile.jpg]
[Okay.] Chen Feng replied briefly, not wanting to seem unusual.
After putting his phone away, he quickly walked up five flights of stairs and entered his two-bedroom apartment.
The old couch, the black-screen TV.
The grey-black floor tiles, simple decoration.
Chen Feng took a small bag of beef from the fridge, cooked it quickly, paired it with rice, and had a meal.
Whether in his previous life or now, he wasn't much of a cook.
But thanks to the energy expended in practicing Sanda, he was too hungry to care about the taste and devoured the meal.
He quickly washed the dishes and tidied up.
Not long after, he returned to his bedroom.
A simple white wardrobe, a wooden table, a large bed.
Taking out his phone, Chen Feng half-lay on the bed and began browsing local job listings.
He wasn't the type to just wait around and live off his sister. He couldn't keep relying on her forever.
So, he still wanted to find a job, balancing work with his training, to ensure he could support himself independently.
"Supermarket cashier: six days a week, 8 AM to 12 AM, 16-hour shifts, no degree required, salary 3500 yuan…"
"Bar security guard: six days a week, 6 PM to 3 AM, no degree required, salary 5000 yuan…"
"Company clerk: weekends off, 9 AM to 6 PM, requires a diploma, salary 3000 yuan…"
The job listings kept flipping, and Chen Feng had a rough idea.
Before long, the fatigue from his training set in, and his eyelids began to grow heavy.
He didn't force himself and instead laid down on the bed, letting sleep take over.
Beep beep!
A car honked downstairs, and someone yelled irritably, "Whose car is that? Move it!"
Chen Feng felt his consciousness slipping away.
The memories of the original owner flashed through his mind like slides, one after another.
The grief of his parents' death, the laziness of gaming all day in college...
The regret of never confessing to the girl he liked, the envy he felt towards classmates with branded clothes and sneakers...
Studying hotel management for four years, only to become an underpaid waiter...
Graduating only to be unemployed, using the excuse of practicing boxing to escape everything...
Resentment, inferiority, confusion...
Chen Feng continued processing the original memories and emotions as his consciousness descended into nothingness.
As time passed, the night grew deeper.
A black mist swirled, as the surroundings dimmed.
In the endless night and in deep sleep, Chen Feng suddenly felt his body move, his feet stepping into empty space.
Buzz!
At once, his eyelids twitched, and Chen Feng opened his eyes.
Everything around him was shrouded in thick black fog, as he once again descended into the strange dream.
(End of the Chapter)
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