Chapter 127 Bitter Training

Facing the old man, the guide, Gu Cai, took a step back. He waited until the old man finished eating before putting his hands together, bowing, and saying:

"Respected Master Yapiler, I have brought the person."

At this moment, the old man called Master Yapiler raised his head. He was clearly not young. His back was slightly hunched, and he was wearing black clothes from head to toe. Most peculiar was the hooded cloak on his head. If you brushed past him, you could only see the lower half of his face. The exposed skin had a sickly pallor, and the unique laxity and wrinkles of elderly skin, giving it a chiseled, sharp look.

"You're the one who wants to learn boxing?"

The guide shook his head.

"Not me."

Fang Senyan, however, took a big step forward at this time, put his hands together, and bowed in salute, saying:

"I am the one who wants to learn boxing."

Master Yapiler did not return the greeting, allowing Fang Senyan to remain bowed. He turned to look at the guide and sighed.

"It's been a year, Gu Cai, but your body has serious problems."

The guide, Gu Cai, was stunned.

"No, my body is fine. The company just gave us a physical examination last month."

Master Yapiler smiled slightly. He looked around and saw several pieces of aluminum wire, probably left over by workers, near the window. He walked over, casually picked up one, and bent it back and forth about twenty times, until the aluminum wire naturally broke. Then he picked up another one next to it, and continued to bend it back and forth seven or eight times. Then he held it up in front of Gu Cai.

"My child, can you see any problems with this aluminum wire?"

Gu Cai took a deep breath and shook his head.

"No."

Master Yapiler earnestly continued.

"You can't find any problems with this aluminum wire that I have bent seven or eight times with ordinary testing methods, but you absolutely can't say that it doesn't have any hidden safety hazards, just like the hidden ailments in your body. You can't detect them, but you can't deny their objective existence."

Gu Cai bent over deeply to salute.

"Please save me, Master."

Master Yapiler frowned slightly. For some reason, this frown naturally carried an air of imposing authority, causing the speaker to feel a sense of inviolability and take a step back timidly. But overall, the feeling he gave people was summed up in two words:

Gentle.

Even with the addition of majesty to that gentleness.

"If you want to completely cure your illness, then you must give up your current life, return here to become a monk, and stay away from the youhuo and corruption outside!"

At this time, Gu Cai raised his head and said very seriously:

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

Master Yapiler sighed and waved his hand.

"Ba Re heard you were coming and has something to ask you."

Gu Cai nodded, patted Fang Senyan on the shoulder, and walked out the door. Master Yapiler raised his head and glanced at Fang Senyan, who was still maintaining the posture of bowing with his hands together. Master Yapiler grunted, walked up, and squeezed Fang Senyan's bones and muscles, then called out simply:

"Nai Zhu!"

A Thai girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old ran out from behind, her skin a little dark, and she tucked her hair back, saying:

"What is it?"

Master Yapiler said to Fang Senyan:

"This person is here for training. It seems that he has a certain foundation. Give him the second training program directly. Also, since he was brought by Gu Cai, only charge him five thousand US dollars for the training fee."

Nai Zhu said:

"Okay, it seems that Brother Gu Cai has already paid the fee, which is twice the previous amount."

Master Yapiler's eyebrows twitched. But he didn't say anything. After hearing this, Fang Senyan suddenly stood up and said:

"Master Yapiler, I want to directly enter the most difficult training program. Money is not a problem."

Master Yapiler raised his eyes to look at him and scolded:

"Young man, why are you so impatient?"

Fang Senyan looked into his eyes and said without flinching:

"I insist."

Master Yapiler coughed a few times, pointed at Fang Senyan sternly, and said:

"You can complete the second training program first. Now get out, change your clothes, and start training this afternoon!"

Fang Senyan bowed slightly to Master Yapiler, and then followed Nai Zhu out.

Of course, at this time, he had already used the method mentioned by Jiao Shi to restrict his various attributes/recovery to about 1.5 times that of ordinary people through the Nightmare Imprint, roughly on par with the Muay Thai boxers around him. Otherwise, no matter how hard the training was, it would not be able to squeeze out the mysterious potential inside the body, the innate talent!

The following life was boring for Fang Senyan. On the timetable that Nai Zhu took out, the first item was to get up at 6 am and then run.

This exercise is designed to increase endurance and make the leg muscles plump, which is very beneficial for boxers to attack and defend on the ring. Muay Thai boxers generally recognize running as the foundation for practicing boxing. Because Fang Senyan was directly on the second exercise program, he was required to run barefoot and tie sandbags to his calves.

After running at a constant speed for a distance of ten kilometers around the village, he could return to the village for breakfast. The breakfast here was placed directly on a wooden table with fresh, emerald green banana leaves, steaming hot, and then everyone used the spoon in front of them to scoop it into a bowl, and then used the small plate in front of them to hold the dishes.

The rice was freshly cooked fragrant rice, snow-white and steaming, and there were only two dishes in total: fish wrapped in mint leaves and cooked, and shredded sauce meat that looked like sweet and sour pork ribs.

However, these two dishes deeply hurt Fang Senyan's appetite, because the taste of the shredded meat was actually a mixture of sweet and spicy, like pouring a can of Coke into a braised beef noodle, while the fish had a mint flavor and an extremely strange sour taste. Frowning and looking like he wanted to die, Fang Senyan quickly found a slice of lime in the belly of the fish...

At this time, Fang Senyan sighed and looked around, missing fermented bean curd very much, but saw a strong man next to him trying to squeeze something like soy sauce on the fish, so he asked for a little, but was quickly defeated by the smell of rotten fish and shrimp. It turned out that this seasoning called fish lu was also called white soy sauce. The method was similar to Chinese soy sauce, mainly by fermenting small fish and shrimp and dripping the juice.

So Fang Senyan gritted his teeth and could only go to the kitchen to ask for some soy sauce rice and eat it quickly. Fortunately, Thai fragrant rice is world-renowned, and this small village is very remote, which in professional terms means green, pure, natural, and pollution-free. The rice is snow-white and chewy, and after chewing a few more times, there is an indescribable sweetness. Fang Senyan ate four large bowls in a row, and then comfortably sighed, contentedly stroking his belly.

After a short rest of half an hour, newcomers had to put on down jackets and cotton coats and start jumping rope, requiring them to jump more than one hundred times per minute! Jumping like this makes them sweat profusely, causing the moisture in their bodies to evaporate. It can also increase the agility of the legs and the reaction force of the muscles.

Fang Senyan even observed that some boxers swung the jump rope, and the sound of "buzzing" was drawn out in the air, which seemed to jump at least two hundred times per minute. Even more outrageous was that while the three boxers on the right, who should have deep kung fu, were jumping rope, someone even threw plastic balls at their heads! They were required to dodge the red plastic balls, and they were required to directly knock the white plastic balls away with their heads!

During this period, if anyone made a mistake, the supervisor next to him would wave a whip and lash it hard on their body. A whip would leave a very miserable bloodstain, obviously without any mercy. Fang Senyan saw that the scars on the surface of the bodies of those boxers were also dense, both new and old, obviously they had suffered a lot.

Seeing such a scene, Fang Senyan was not surprised but delighted. He could also feel that only such a rigorous system of training could truly catalyze his talent and ability! So he also followed it meticulously.

After the jump rope subject was over, after a half-hour break, they continued to run, but this time they had to run cross-country with weights on the mountains behind the village, which lasted about two hours.

After lunch, they would continue to rest. This rest time was relatively long, and would last until 4 pm, probably due to the large amount of exercise in the morning.

The next process was shadow boxing, moving hands and feet.

Hitting the sandbag, Fang Senyan was taught to move around the sandbag in a regular manner, grinding his footwork, and choosing different positions, angles, and distances to launch attacks. He saw some Muay Thai boxers getting excited when practicing, leaping into the air from left to right, while using their knees to repeatedly hit the sandbag, even the sandbag and the frame made unbearable noises, which could be said to be very fierce.

The final process was naturally sparring and actual combat. But at this time, there was nothing for a rookie like Fang Senyan to do. He was changed into shorts and brought to a room next door.

The room was empty, but the ground was inlaid with dense holes with concrete, and the concrete on the ground also had some purple-black stains, giving it an indescribable atmosphere of cruelty and misery. Fang Senyan looked around, thinking that he had come to a place for torture?

Nai Zhu came in with a wooden stick covered with leather and inserted it into the concrete hole in the ground to fix it, and then told Fang Senyan, and demonstrated the action for him, to stand still and kick with the inner side of the calf bone, instead of directly kicking with the sole of the shoe. He only needed to kick the wooden stick as thick as a bowl to break it and then he could rest. ro@.