Chapter 644 Intensive Special Training (7)
The late night boxing gym is still radiating light. Even at this time, there are still people inside sweating, footsteps moving on the floor and fists hitting the protective gear. The muffled sound is endless.
In the octagonal cage, Heita Inuyama was fully equipped with protective gear and assumed a boxing posture. He dexterously dodged King Kong's attack and punched the opponent on the chin. He clearly had There was a huge size difference, and the weight was not the same, but King Kong took a few steps back in vain, feeling a little dizzy.
Inuyama Heita asked: "Kingo, is it okay?"
"Tah." Kongo steadied his steps, took a deep breath, reorganized his posture, looked at Inuyama Heita, and smiled. : "You want to knock me down with this level of attack? You're not far enough, Heitaro! Come again!"
Inuyama Heita nodded, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to continue fighting. King Kong finally found the feeling, his blood began to boil, and when he was ready to avenge his shame, a whistle sounded.
Beep~~ Qian Xiaoyi was lying outside the cage looking at them, holding a whistle in his mouth, and said: "King Kong, your health has recovered, right? Then continue the previous special training, come out quickly, Don't waste time."
King Kong's face immediately fell, showing a pained expression: "Mr. Qian, I just feel better..."
Qian Xiaoyi was like Like a coach, he wore a whistle on his chest, folded his arms, and said with a sneer: "If you wait until you fully recover, won't this special training be meaningless? Hurry up."
King Kong Bu Qing Bu Wan walked out of the octagonal cage, followed closely by Inuyama Heita. They were already wet with sweat and were breathing heavily, but neither of them took off their protective gear because they knew it wouldn't take long. They will go back to fight in the Octagon again, so there is no need for that.
The two entered the lounge. There were two chairs facing each other in the center of the lounge. There were charms and some candles placed around the chairs. They looked like some kind of magic circle. The two sat on the chairs and looked at each other tiredly.
"Calm down your mood." Qian Xiaoyi lit the candle and then turned off the lights in the room, making the atmosphere in the whole room weird.
Compared to the kind of place outside that exudes the atmosphere of blood everywhere, the aura of this lounge is much more normal.
As Qian Xiaoyi recited the incantation, both Kongo and Inuyama Heita felt a chill creep up their backs.
After Qian Xiaoyi felt that it was almost the same, he nodded to Inuyama Heita: "It should be OK. You can try to summon Xiaoda."
Inuyama Heita took out the dark red tie, closed his eyes, and a shadow that only three people could see emerged from his body.
"Work overtime, you have to work overtime at this time... Section Chief, you bastard! Go to hell! Get hit by a car and die!" The thing muttered, and you could vaguely see that it had the face of a wretched middle-aged man. Face.
King Kong swallowed his saliva, his face full of helplessness.
"Go, Mr. Oda." Heita Inuyama said.
“For salary!” The phantom entangled King Kong, and the nauseating feeling constantly stimulated King Kong’s senses, causing his just-normal mood to become disordered again, becoming gloomy and depressed.
Qian Xiaoyi looked on and said: "King Kong, don't resist, take the initiative to adapt to that feeling. When you can contract and control this feeling freely, your special training will be successful."
"I know..." King Kong said through gritted teeth. After a while, King Kong's spirit became a little dazed. If he mobilized his energy to resist with all his strength, he could fight with this thing for a long time, but if he didn't resist at all, he would not even be as good as Inuyama Heita.
Looking at King Kong slumped on the chair with his eyes distracted, Qian Xiaoyi suddenly turned on the light, clapped his hands and said: "Okay, go out, over there in the octagonal cage, inspire Take your blood away!”
Heita Inuyama withdrew the power of the human-faced dog, and opened his eyes fiercely, panting like a stranded fish, his eyes widened, and he slowly After a while, he stood up weakly and said feebly: "This special training is really difficult... I would rather go to meditate under the waterfall. Ah~ I really want to get off work... Eh? What did I say?" < br>
"Stop talking nonsense!" Qian Xiaoyi said inhumanely: "Get out quickly! Push you to the limit quickly, and you can go home and sleep quickly!"
Then, they returned to the octagonal cage. , started the same session as before, Inuyama Heita still launched the attack, stimulating King Kong's blood and using the aura of the boxing gym to let King Kong recover quickly and then enter the next round.
Qian Xiaoyi was watching silently. The inspiration for this special training for King Kong came from a sport called "chess boxing" that Qian Xiaoyi had seen.
As the name suggests, after a round of boxing, the two players must quickly leave the field for a chess match before their brains have calmed down, and then come back on the field. One is moving, the other is quiet, and the other is cold. The combination of hot competition creates a wonderful effect. Players must quickly switch between calm thinking and fierce hand-to-hand combat.
The biggest shortcoming of King Kong is that his blood energy is too strong, which makes many basic skills possessed by psychics ineffective in his case due to the vigorous blood energy. For example, King Kong is not even as good as ordinary people. Inspiration, and vague spiritual vision.
When Qian Xiaoyi met him for the first time, this guy couldn't even see the ghost clearly outside the ghost realm.
The purpose of this kind of training is to let King Kong learn how to control his own energy and blood, and by the way, he can also exercise Inuyama Heita.
While Qian Xiaoyi was concentrating on observing King Kong's condition outside the octagonal cage, a strange voice suddenly appeared.
"Is that boy who is sparring with King Kong your apprentice? Although he is still a novice, he has good habits."
Qian Xiaoyi turned around and found that there were many people around him Someone appeared, but he didn't notice at all.
"Ah, Mr. Tachikawa." King Kong heard this and turned his head to look outside, but was punched in the nose by Heita Inuyama, which made him feel sore.
The strong man known as Mr. Tachikawa said: "King Kong, since it is a competition, don't be in a daze."
Then Tachikawa said to Qian Xiaoyi: "I am the owner of the gym here. , Tachikawa Daisuke, couldn't sleep at night and came over to take a look, and he was also a little curious about the reason why King Kong applied to use the venue...Are you also a fighter?"
Qian Xiaoyi shook his head: "No, I'm just King Kong's. Friends, on stage and King Kong The young man who was training was interested in this area, so I asked King Kong to teach him. I came over to see the excitement."
"It seems that the young man is practicing boxing." Tachikawa nodded: "That's right. This posture must have been trained by an expert, and it feels familiar. It reminds me of a former player, but he has retired now... But King Kong, how did he become like this? "< br>
(End of this chapter)