Final Evolution Golden Branch! The Dark Side of Avatar! Chapter 127: Hard Training

Chapter 127 Penance

Facing the old man, the guide Guchai took a step back and waited until the old man finished his meal. Then he clasped his hands and bowed and said:

"Dear Master Apil, I have brought him here."

At this time, the old man named Master Yapile raised his head. He was obviously not young anymore. His back was slightly stooped. He was wearing black clothes and black trousers. The most special thing was that his head was covered with a hat. Wearing the hood of a hoodie, if you pass by, you can only see the lower part of his face. The exposed skin has a sickly whiteness, and also has the unique sagging and wrinkles of the skin of the elderly. It looks like There is a kind of sharpness that can be cut with a knife or an axe.

"Do you want to learn boxing?"

The guide shook his head and said:

"not me."

Fang Senyan took a big step forward at this time, clasped his hands together, bowed and saluted:

"I want to learn boxing."

Master Yapile did not return the greeting. Ren Fang Senyan bowed there, turned to look at the guide and sighed:

"I haven't seen you for a year. I guess you have a serious health problem."

Guide Gucai said in astonishment:

"No, I'm in good health. The company just gave us a physical examination last month."

Master Yapile smiled slightly. He looked around and saw a few pieces of aluminum wire next to the window that were probably leftover by workers. He walked over and picked up a piece of wire and bent it back and forth about twenty times. The aluminum wire The thread will naturally break. Then he picked up another one next to him and continued to bend it back and forth seven or eight times. Then he brought it to Guchai:

"My son, can you see anything wrong with this aluminum wire?"

Guchai took a deep breath, shook his head and said:

"cannot."

Master Apil continued seriously:

"You can't use ordinary inspection methods to find out what's wrong with this aluminum wire that I've bent seven or eight times, but you definitely can't say that it doesn't have any safety hazards ------- --Just like a hidden disease in your body, you can’t detect it but you can’t deny its objective existence.”

Guchai bent down deeply to salute:

"Please master, save me."

Master Yapile frowned slightly---for some reason, his frown naturally gave off a calm but intimidating demeanor, which made the person who spoke out feel that he could not be offended, and took a step back timidly. . But the overall feeling is still two words:

---------mild.

----------Even though that gentleness has majesty added to it.

"If you want your disease to be completely cured, then you have to give up your current life and come back here to become a monk. You have to stay away from the temptation and corruption outside!"

Guchai raised his head at this time and said seriously:

"Master, then I would rather die earlier. If I can't make enough money to change the face of my hometown, I will never give up."

Master Apil sighed and waved his hand:

"Baja heard that you were coming and wanted to see you if I had something to do."

Guchai nodded, patted Sheyan's shoulder and walked out of the door. Only then did Master Yapile raise his head and glance at Sheyan, who still kept his posture of bending down and clasping his hands. Master Yapile snorted, walked up and pinched Sheyan's bones and muscles, and then shouted simply:

"Notake!"

A Thai girl about seventeen or eighteen years old ran out from behind. She had a dark complexion. She pulled up her hair and said:

"What's up?"

Master Yapile said to Sheyan:

"This person is here for training. It seems that he has a certain foundation before. He will be given the second training plan directly. Also, since it is the person brought by Guchai, the training fee is only five thousand US dollars."

Naizhu said:

"Okay, it seems that Brother Guchai has paid the fee just now, which is twice as much as before."

Master Yapile’s eyebrows jumped. But he didn't say anything. After hearing this, Sheyan suddenly stood up and said:

"Master Apil, I hope to directly enter the most difficult training program. Money is not an issue."

Master Apil raised his eyes and glanced at him, scolding:

"Why are young people impatient?"

Sheyan looked into his eyes and said without flinching:

"I insist."

Master Yapile coughed a few times, pointed at Sheyan and said sternly:

"We won't wait until you complete the second training plan. Now go out, change clothes, and start training in the afternoon!"

Fang Sheyan bowed slightly to Master Yapile, and then followed Nozhu out.

Fang Sheyan bowed slightly to Master Yapile, and then followed Nozhu out. Of course, at this time, he had followed the method mentioned by Liao Shi and used the nightmare mark to limit his various attributes/recovery power to about 1.5 times that of ordinary people, roughly on the same level as the Muay Thai fighters around him. Otherwise, no matter how hard you train, you will not be able to squeeze out the mysterious potential and innate talent inside your body!

The rest of life was boring for Fang Sheyan. On the schedule Nozhu took out, the first item was to get up at 6 a.m. and go for a run.

This exercise enhances endurance and plumps up leg muscles, which is extremely beneficial for boxers to attack and defend in the ring. Muay Thai masters recognize running as the basis for practicing boxing. Since Fang Sheyan was in the second exercise program directly, he was even required to run barefoot and have sandbags tied to his calves.

After running around the village at a constant speed for ten kilometers, you can go back to the village for breakfast. The breakfast here is placed directly on the wooden table with fresh green banana leaves, steaming hot. Then everyone scoops it into the bowl with the spoon in front of them, and then puts the dishes on the small plate in front of them.

The rice is freshly cooked dry rice with fragrant rice, snow-white and steaming hot. There are only two dishes in total, cooked fish wrapped in mint leaves, which looks similar to the marinated pork shreds like sweet and sour spare ribs.

However, both dishes deeply hurt Fang Senyan's appetite, because the taste of the shredded pork was a mixture of sweet and spicy, just like pouring a can of Coke into the braised beef noodles, while the fish had a minty taste and a strange sour taste. Fang Senyan, who frowned and looked like he wanted to die, quickly found a piece of lime in the fish's belly...

At this time, Fang Senyan sighed and looked around, missing the fermented bean curd very much, but saw a strong man next to him trying to squeeze some soy sauce on the fish. He asked for some, but was soon defeated by the smell of rotting fish and shrimp. It turned out that this condiment called fish sauce is also called white soy sauce. The method is similar to Chinese soy sauce. It is mainly made by fermenting some small fish and shrimps.

So Fang Senyan gritted his teeth and had to go to the kitchen to ask for some soy sauce to soak the rice and eat it. Fortunately, Thai fragrant rice is world-famous, and this small village is very remote. In the jargon, it is green, pure, natural and pollution-free. The rice is snow-white and chewy, and there is an indescribable sweetness after chewing it a few more times. Sheyan ate four bowls of rice in a row, then he sighed with relief and rubbed his belly with satisfaction.

After a short half-hour rest, the newcomers had to put on down jackets and cotton-padded jackets and start skipping ropes, requiring them to jump more than 100 times per minute! This way, they would sweat profusely and evaporate the water in their bodies. It would also increase the agility of their legs and the reaction of their muscles.

Sheyan even observed that some boxers swung their skipping ropes, making a dull "buzzing" sound in the air, and it seemed that they had to skip at least 200 times per minute. What was even more outrageous was that while the three boxers on the right, who should be skilled in martial arts, were skipping ropes, someone even threw plastic balls at their heads! The red plastic balls required them to dodge, while the white plastic balls required them to hit them directly with their heads!

If someone made a mistake during this period, the supervisor next to them would swing the whip and whip them hard on their bodies. A whip would leave a terrible blood mark, which was obviously merciless. Fang Senyan saw that the scars on the bodies of the boxers were densely packed, both new and old, and it was obvious that they had suffered a lot.

Witnessing such a scene, Fang Senyan was not surprised but happy. He also felt that only such a rigorous and systematic training could really catalyze his natural abilities! So he followed and completed it meticulously.

After the rope skipping course was completed, he rested for half an hour and then continued running. However, this time he had to do cross-country weighted running exercises on the mountain behind the village, which lasted about two hours.

After lunch at noon, he would continue to rest. This rest time was longer and would last until four o'clock in the afternoon, probably because of the large amount of exercise in the morning.

The next process was shadow fighting (punching in the air) to exercise his hands and feet.

When hitting the sandbag, Fang Senyan was taught to move around the sandbag in a regular manner, while honing his footwork, and choosing different positions, angles, and distances to launch attacks. He saw some Muay Thai fighters were so excited during practice that they leaped up and down in the air, and used their knees to hit the sandbags in a series of blows, causing the sandbags and the racks to tremble under the heavy weight. It was very ferocious.

The final process was naturally sparring and actual combat. However, Fang Senyan, a rookie, had nothing to do at this time. He was put on shorts and taken to a room next door.

The room was empty, but the ground was inlaid with dense holes with concrete, and there were some purple-black stains on the concrete on the ground, which gave an indescribable cruel and tragic atmosphere. Fang Senyan looked around and thought, could it be that he had come to a place of torture?

Naizhu came in with a wooden stick wrapped in leather, and then inserted it into the concrete hole on the ground to fix it. Then he told Fang Senyan and demonstrated the action to him, saying that he had to stand still and kick with the inner side of the shin bone, instead of kicking directly with the sole of the shoe. He only needed to kick the wooden stick, which was as thick as a bowl, to break and then he could rest.