Nightmare Attack

Rongcheng.

Today is a rare good day. The morning sun shines from the branches and leaves of the trees, and falls on the ground and in front of the window. It is mottled and continues to sway as a gust of wind blows.

Along the cracks in the studio door, there were constant sounds of "pop, pop, pop".

It was fast and seemed very intense.

At this moment, the fat man was wearing a large white vest. His whole body was soaked with sweat and was as wet as if he had just been fished out of the water. He had a sweatband tied on his forehead and was concentrating on the person in front of him. The sandbag output is crazy.

There were two sticky notes taped directly above the sandbag, one with the name "Old President" and the other with "Night Watchman" written on it.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

"go to hell!"

The fat man hit the sandbag hard with his fist, causing the entire sandbag to swing to one side.

Unlike the self-disciplined fat man, Jiang Cheng was sitting on the sofa, enjoying his breakfast with peace of mind.

Yes, Fatty also bought breakfast when he went out for a run in the early morning.

Jiang Cheng gently cracked a hard-boiled egg, peeled off the shell skillfully, and then threw it into his bowl of white porridge. Seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, Jiang Cheng always looked towards the fat man.

Holding the sandbag with one hand, the fat man pulled a towel to wipe his sweat. He turned to look at Jiang Cheng, "Doctor, I am a beginner. Can you give me some advice? Is there anything that needs to be improved, or...or strengthened training?" He asked breathlessly.

"The speed and strike force are barely adequate, but you have to understand that what you are attacking now is a sandbag. The sandbag is dead. It will not move, let alone fight back, so you can attack it at will, but the enemies you will face in the future will not It will be like this." Jiang Cheng glanced at the sandbag and warned.

The fat man nodded repeatedly, "You are right doctor, so I will work hard for you and train with me."

Jiang Cheng's first reaction after hearing this was to refuse. This fat man was different from ordinary fat men. He still remembered what happened last time. But before he could refuse, he saw a shadow on the wall grinning from the corner of his eye. There was sarcasm written all over his face.

Because of Wu Yingying's incident, he hasn't spoken to Wu properly for several days. Wu seems to know that he is in the wrong, and he has tried his best to avoid him recently, as if he didn't see him.

Jiang Cheng is a man who cares about face. When he saw this scene, he sneered and waved to the fat man, assuming the posture of a martial arts master with a steady stance.

The fat man showed an expression of surprise, but before taking action, he still reminded him thoughtfully: "Doctor, are you ready? If you are, I will..."

"Stop talking nonsense and come here!"

"call--"

The fat man stepped forward at an extremely fast speed and swept out with his whip leg. The target was very clear, it was aimed at Jiang Cheng's head. Jiang Cheng suddenly felt something bad and immediately retracted his neck and leaned back as much as possible. This was embarrassing. Avoid this one.

The fat man's legs brushed against the tip of Jiang Cheng's nose, creating a gust of wind that made Jiang Cheng's hair fly. Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself, what the hell are these legs? They were clearly twirled telegraph poles.

Compared with not long ago, this fat man has improved again, and the progress is astonishingly fast.

When the attack failed, Fatty immediately changed his mind and prepared to attack Jiang Cheng. Fortunately, Jiang Cheng saw Fatty's plan in advance and stopped him immediately before the embarrassment came.

"What's wrong, doctor?" The fat man stopped and looked at Jiang Cheng with a puzzled expression, feeling that this was just the beginning and he hadn't learned anything from the doctor yet.

"Let's continue the competition like this. I want to defeat you, so it won't be too easy." Jiang Cheng stiffened his neck and blew, "I want to teach you something different, something that is at the bottom of the box."

The fat man's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Really? That's great!"

The Wu Shi on the wall couldn't stand it anymore, and his body swayed and disappeared.

"If you want to learn to hit people, you must first learn to be beaten." Jiang Cheng rolled up his sleeves, looked at the fat man in front of him, and smiled maliciously, "You understand what I mean."

"Understood." The fat man nodded sincerely. For him who wanted to improve himself, the process and method were not important. What he valued more was the result.

Jiang Cheng pondered for a while. He didn't want to be too harsh on the fat man, and most importantly, he wanted to test and see how many secrets the fat man had.

After figuring out the direction of the attack and still having enough strength, Jiang Cheng was still worried and reminded him again, "I'm going to attack from your left side, fat man, are you ready?"

"Ready." The fat man nodded.

Jiang Cheng was not polite at this time. He quickly raised his right arm, turned his fist into a palm, and slashed at the fat man. If this palm was hit hard, the fat man's left arm would be numb all morning.

This time, I have regained my face.

But as expected, something unexpected happened. The fat man's body reaction seemed to be unprocessed by his brain. It was surprisingly fast. In an instant, Jiang Cheng's right arm was grabbed by the fat man, and then Jiang Cheng felt a spin. Finally, " He was thrown to the ground with a bang.

After standing up, Jiang Cheng felt dizzy and his right arm drooped, unable to use any force.

The fat man was very worried and blamed himself, "Doctor, are you okay? I didn't expect you to cooperate with me so much. I'm already very slow, but you don't even hide?"

Jiang Cheng grabbed his right arm with his left arm and lifted it up. The dislocated arm was finally reattached. He then turned around and looked at the fat man with an indifferent expression, "Not bad, and I agreed to train with you." , What's going on? Besides..." Jiang Cheng snorted coldly, "You are still thinking about hurting me these two times, no, no, no."

"Doctor, after others are cremated, there are only a few bones left. If it were you, I would probably only have a mouth." The fat man said with a painful expression. The doctor must have hurt him from the fall just now. He watched as the doctor got up and immediately fell to his knees. All shaking.

As if to ease the embarrassment, Jiang Cheng immediately puffed up his chest, took two steps back, distanced himself from the fat man, waved, and said with a serious expression: "I won't hold back this time, fat man, try with all your strength."

This time, Jiang Cheng was serious about his plans, even though he was like this last time.

but……

A burst of soft force patted Jiang Cheng's arm, "You go and have a rest, let me do it." Wu Gui, who never participated in the interactions of Fatty Jiang Cheng, walked down from the wall.

Both of them were a little surprised. It was daytime, and they rarely appeared in this state during the day.

Jiang Cheng looked into Wu's eyes and found that Wu's eyes were strange, which gave him a very bad premonition.

Wu seems to have discovered something.

On the fat man's body.

The fat man blinked and looked at Wu who suddenly appeared, his mind was a little confused, "Brother Wu, you...you want to train with me?"

Wu pulled out the knife and put it back into the shadow, leaving only the scabbard. After a moment, his eyes slowly turned cold, "Try your best, remember, I won't hold back."

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