Chapter 424 Too Fast, Doesn't It Count?

The boxing training ground named Garden is located in an inconspicuous corner of the old city. Downstairs is a second-hand sporting goods store, which maintains the usual brick and tile structure of the old city buildings. The mottled walls look quite old. , the neon sign hanging in front of the window is not known to save electricity bills or is broken, there is no light at all, but fortunately, the light from the window proves that the training ground is still open.

Zhang Heng and Leya went up the stairs of the sporting goods store to the second floor. From a distance, they heard the sound of sandbags being hit. Two shirtless muscular men were sweating profusely.

In addition, there is a skipping rope, a trainer lifting dumbbells, and a group of children sitting on the ground listening to the lecture. The lecturer is an old man with gray hair, who should also be the person in charge of the training ground.

Including the group of children who looked only eight or nine years old, they were all focused on the matter in front of them, and no one came to strike up a conversation with Zhang Heng who had just walked up.

But Leya's appearance made the man lifting the dumbbell couldn't help but take a second look.

"My brother is not here." Leiya whispered to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng nodded and was not in a hurry. He stood there and waited patiently for about a quarter of an hour. The gray-haired coach taught the children the key to punching and asked them to start practicing. Then he walked towards the two of them. come over.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Let's find someone." Zhang Heng said.

The old man made a gesture of excuse.

"But he's not here."

"Then there's nothing I can do to help you." After finishing speaking, the old man turned around and went back to teaching again.

"Wait, are you a Catholic believer?" Zhang Heng took out the leaflet he received outside the monastery.

The old man took the flyer and glanced at it, but then returned it, "Sorry, I don't believe in religion."

"That's disturbing."

Zhang Heng put the leaflet back into his pocket, and was about to leave, but unexpectedly, one of the two sandbags suddenly withdrew his hand, pointed to Zhang Heng, and then pointed to the boxing ring beside him.

"He wants to fight with you." The old man frowned, but he still spoke.

"Sorry, I haven't practiced boxing before." Zhang Heng said, then looked at Leiya, "Let's go."

The sandbag man seemed a little dissatisfied when he saw this, the old man sighed and had no choice but to say again, "He may know where the person you are looking for is."

"Sorry, is he dumb, can't speak by himself?" Zhang Heng turned around and said.

The sandbag man obviously understood the word dumb, his expression changed, he seemed very upset, he patted his chest with his gloved hand, and then looked at Zhang Heng with provocative eyes.

Several other people in the training ground also noticed the situation here, and stopped their movements one after another.

"I don't know the rules of boxing very well." Zhang Heng said lightly.

"It doesn't matter, you can use any fighting skills you are good at, and you can use weapons if you want."

"Then someone can lend me a pocket knife." Zhang Heng said, but unfortunately he couldn't bring out the parallel copy with the pocket knife he used the most.

"Is a steak knife okay?"

"Yeah." Zhang Heng then borrowed another round of tape to wrap the blade around.

Seeing this scene, there was a contemptuous smile on the face of the sandbag man, who seemed to be mocking Zhang Heng for his unnecessary actions, let alone a mere steak knife, even if Zhang Heng is holding a Tang knife in his hand now. could hurt him.

"Later you will be grateful for these extra laps of tape." Zhang Heng said.

The old man wanted to give Zhang Heng the protective gear, but the latter declined. He just took off the outer suit and handed it to Leiya, and then stood on the boxing ring with the sandbag man.

The latter seemed to be amused by Zhang Heng's upholding. Seeing the opponent who was still wearing a shirt and trousers in front of him, he moved his limbs, and he didn't bother to put on any defensive posture, so he directly hooked Zhang Heng and signaled to start.

Then his pupils shrank sharply the next moment, he was still thinking about whether to use an uppercut or a straight punch, and how much force he should use, so as to knock down the opponent in front of him without being fatal, but then he Zhang Heng suddenly moved.

The Sandbag Man himself is not weak. He has practiced amateur boxing for three years and participated in many boxing matches. He has seen all kinds of opponents, but this is the first time he has encountered someone who moves so fast.

Just as he was still provoking the opponent with the hook, the tip of the steak knife in Zhang Heng's hand had flashed in front of his eyes, and if he moved two centimeters forward, it would poke his eyeballs.

No one expected that what would have been a battle between dragons and tigers would come to an end in less than a second.

It was so fast that most people didn't even have time to express surprise.

"It's too fast, doesn't it count?" Zhang Heng withdrew his hand, "Then why don't you make the first move this time?"

The sandbag man wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose. After this surprise attack, he finally lost the ease and contempt he had before, and became vigilant. He had already noticed that the other party was not as easy to deal with as he seemed on the surface, but he He is also very confident in his own strength, and once he gets serious, he still has a great chance.

While thinking this way, the sandbag man finally began to show off his steps. In order to prevent being attacked suddenly by Zhang Hengzai like before, he deliberately opened the distance between the two, and carefully tested the opponent's rhythm through the shaking of his shoulders. .

This is exactly the attitude when facing a strong enemy.

On the other hand, Zhang Heng still didn't respond, and just stood there quietly.

The sandbag man tried for a while, and began to feel very shameless again. Every time he made a small move, he would immediately imagine the reaction of the opposite party, and then immediately make defensive actions based on the reaction made by the brain. The result was He frightened himself for a long time like a fool [beep], but Zhang Heng on the other side didn't move from the beginning to the end.

The sandbag man realized that he couldn't go on like this, he had to attack.

Thinking of this, the beach man finally took the first step, and at the same time he swung his right fist, and Zhang Heng finally moved, leaning back a little, dodging the punch, and then the beach man's second punch came Yes, this time he chose Zhang Heng's chest, but the opponent still easily dodged it.

The sandbag man didn't have so many thoughts in his head at this time, and he just punched Zhang Heng faster than the punch, but it was unbelievable that his stormy attacks were all passed by the opponent.

"Huh?" There was a look of surprise in the eyes of the old man who was watching the battle. It was the first time he had seen such a flexible pace. Even a professional boxer would find it difficult to do it, because this is not something that can be achieved by pure training. Considerable practical experience is required.

"Have you finished attacking? If you finish attacking, I will make a move next." Zhang Heng finally said after dodging another round of attacks from the sandbag man.