The boxing ring was actually similar to the boxing ring.
It was just that the rules of the fight were different.
Fang Jian had played it before. Of course, it was just for fun. He had played it once and then stopped.
This time, he suddenly had a sudden impulse because he wanted to test if the thing taught by the burly man who was good at Iron Palm was useful.
During those 130 days.
At first, the burly man only taught him the Horse Stance.
There was more than one horse stance. The burly man had taught him five horse stances, each with their own strengths.
Other than that, Fang Jian also learned how to take a beating.
That's right, it wasn't about beating people up, but how to get beaten up.
How am I supposed to resolve your punch?
If he couldn't resolve it, he would have to use the fleshy parts of his body to resist. He couldn't let anyone hit his vital points.
This was the essence of being beaten.
In the past 130 days, Fang Jian had eaten countless Iron Palm, but because of the Horse Stance, he did not eat much.
However, most of them had suffered from the Iron Palm because of learning how to get beaten up and their movements were stiff.
Every time he was hit by the Iron Palm, it was an unforgettable pain.
Therefore, Fang Jian was confident in his horse stance and being beaten up.
The only problem was whether his soul consciousness could match his body.
However, with the horse stance in the morning and the jog just now, Fang Jian had a trace of confidence.
Perhaps, he really could.
"Come, put on the protective gear." Zhan Tao threw a set of protective gear over.
This was a full set of protective gear that amateur players used to protect themselves when playing.
If one did not wear protective gear, it was actually very easy to get injured in boxing. At least, it was much easier than boxing.
Soon, Fang Jian and Zhan Tao, who had put on their protective gear, began.
Zhan Tao was a true fighting enthusiast.
Whether it was boxing, judo, wrestling, or mixed martial arts, he had learned them all.
However, he was best at boxing.
The two of them first bumped their fists and then retreated.
Zhan Tao moved his feet slightly, then stepped sideways and threw a punch.
Fang Jian glanced at him and immediately saw through his attack.
According to the instructions of the burly man in the dream, he should raise his hand to defend at this time.
Almost subconsciously, Fang Jian raised his arm without hesitation.
This was an instinctive reaction that he had developed under the guidance of the Iron Palm.
However, the problem was that Fang Jian's movements could not keep up with his consciousness.
Although he knew that he had to raise his hand to block, his raised hand was a beat too slow.
"Pa."
If Fang Jian had raised his hand a little faster, he would have been able to block Zhan Tao's arm.
But because he was too slow, when he raised his arm, Zhan Tao's punch had already landed on his arm.
Fang Jian could not help but grimace in pain.
Eh?
No, it didn't seem to hurt as much as he had imagined.
At the very least, compared to the Iron Palm of the burly man, this punch…was no different from scratching an itch.
In fact, Fang Jian's arm was still red and painful after the blow.
However, his soul had long been tempered.
Therefore, he didn't care about the pain.
Zhan Tao's punch successfully hit Fang Jian, and he felt a lot more relaxed.
It couldn't be helped. Fang Jian's appetite and the commotion caused by his running had even made him suspicious.
However, now that he had hit Fang Jian, he understood.
Fang Jian was his good friend.
When they saw that someone was going up on stage to compete, some people immediately surrounded them.
They were all regulars of the boxing gym. Most of them were holding their fists and watching with a smile.
The two of them circled around the ring and Zhan Tao attacked again.
Fang Jian blocked…
He couldn't block it.
After a while, everyone could tell that Fang Jian was a newbie.
Fang Jian continued to block. He had never learned how to attack, but he had a deep understanding of how to take a beating.
In the beginning, he was not agile enough and did take a few hits.
However, as he stretched his body, Fang Jian's consciousness and limbs became more and more in sync.
"Pa…"
This time, Zhan Tao's fist didn't hit Fang Jian's arm, but was blocked by his arm.
"Eh?"
A few people in the crowd laughed and said,""My luck is pretty good."
However, they soon stopped laughing.
Because from the start of this punch, they were surprised to find that Zhan Tao could no longer hit the effective parts of the Chinese gym.
They looked at each other. For some reason, they felt as if the sun had hit them.
We didn't see the same person before and after, right?
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