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This type of training to avoid tennis balls not only requires high physical control and reaction ability, but also demands highly concentrated attention, resulting in extreme physical exertion. Chu Xun supported full force for more than ten minutes, already drenched in sweat and panting.
uncle Kun stood on a high platform, supervising Chu Xun's training. Due to the height, tennis balls were difficult to hit him. Seeing that Chu Xun had reached the limit, he immediately shut down the ball-shooting device and signaled for the latter to take a break.
Chu Xun saw the device stop and let out a sigh of relief. He lifted his clothes, wiped the sweat off his face, and sat on the ground, panting heavily with his hands on his knees.
"It took longer than last time!" uncle Kun approached Chu Xun and handed him a bottle of sports drink.
Chu Xun took the drink, took a few deep breaths, then twisted open the bottle and took a few big gulps.
"Calm your breath, don't drink too fast, you might choke!" uncle Kun helped Chu Xun up and said, "Get up and walk slowly, recover faster!"
"Gudong, gudong, gudong!"
Chu Xun took a few sips of the remaining drink, let out a deep sigh, and complained, "I'm so tired, Uncle! Really, so tired! Did you also go through this back in the day?"
"That's natural!" uncle Kun said proudly with a cigarette in his mouth, thinking to himself, "But back in our day, we only started this kind of training as adults, and the intensity wasn't as high as yours."
He looked at Chu Xun with concern and satisfaction, saying, "Take a rest for a while, we'll continue later!"
A few minutes later, uncle Kun returned to the high platform, pressed the switch in his hand, and the engines of the three tennis ball launchers started again in succession. "Bang, bang, bang" - three sounds - and three tennis balls were once again sent whistling towards Chu Xun.
The training resumed.
It seems that due to a breakthrough, Chu Xun quickly found it a little easier to dodge the tennis ball than before. Although his speed did not increase, the connection between movements became smoother. It can't be said that he was completely at ease, but at least he didn't feel as constrained as before.
"Hahaha... Ahhh, ouch, oh my!"
He realized his progress and felt proud, unable to help bursting into laughter. As a result, his attention relaxed, and he was hit by the flying tennis ball. The ball, specially customized by uncle Kun to ensure speed, was much lighter than a regular tennis ball, so the impact on his body wasn't particularly painful.
However, by a stroke of bad luck, it hit near a wound on his arm. This blow caused him to cry out loudly in pain.
"Concentrate!" uncle Kun shouted from the stage.
At this moment, the underground tennis court was bustling with activity, the sound of the ball launcher's engine roaring, creating a rather noisy environment. His shout wasn't very loud, but strangely enough, as soon as he spoke, Chu Xun immediately perked up and fully immersed himself in the training, clearly having heard his words.
uncle Kun looked at Chu Xun with his hands behind his back, fingertips rubbing against the notebook. He thought to himself, "Combat is indeed the shortcut to enhancing one's strength. That brat was stuck in a training bottleneck for months, but after fighting someone with a bit of strength, the training effect immediately changed! Not only did his endurance increase, but his body control and reaction speed also improved significantly."
He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke. As he watched the smoke drift away, amidst the noise of the basement, he reminisced about his own training scenes from years ago, lost in thought as his mind was gradually pulled back to the past.
This time, Chu Xun lasted a few more minutes than last time. When the tennis ball shooting device stopped, he immediately leaned over, hands on his knees, panting heavily. After resting for more than ten minutes, the next round of training began amid the sound of the engine.
Time slowly passed through round after round of training. As the three devices shot out the last tennis ball, the engine slowly stopped rotating, and today's training officially ended.
Chu Xun Dodging the last tennis ball, he bent his body, panting deeply as if his spine had been taken away, and drops of sweat fell to the ground. Dragging his weary legs, he unsteadily made his way to the corner of the basement where the bath was. He took off all his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and rolled into the pool.
"So comfortable!" Leaning against the pool wall, he immersed his body in the water, feeling the fatigue slowly dissipate, unable to help but let out a sound. Immersed in the pool, under the nourishment of the water, he felt his body becoming lighter and his eyelids getting heavier, and unknowingly, slowly closed his eyes.
He didn't know how long he had been asleep. When he woke up, he looked around and saw that uncle Kun had already left the basement at some point. The scattered tennis balls in the basement had been put back into the large plastic box nearby. The catapult device stood quietly on the track, like three silent guards.
Feeling much better now, he climbed out of the pool, drained the water, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and walked out of the basement into the bar. There, he saw uncle Kun sitting with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette, and listening to music with a blissful expression on his face.
"Wake up? Let's go for a walk and get some fresh air!" uncle Kun said as he climbed up and took off his headphones, throwing a can of drink to him, and walked out of the bar first.
Chu Xun followed uncle Kun and soon arrived at the seaside. The two of them walked along the coast and slowly climbed onto the breakwater, entering the world of sea breeze. Chu Xun stood in the wind, smelling the unique salty and humid smell of the sea, feeling open-minded. He sat on the ground, leaned back, hands behind him, and couldn't help but scream loudly.
uncle Kun sat aside, holding a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, looking at the sea, smiling without saying a word.
After a moment, uncle Kun finished the drink, threw the can far away, and looked at the sea tirelessly hitting the embankment, rolling up thousands of piles of foam like snowflakes, saying, "The kid I fought with today is a tough character. I need to be careful when I meet him in the future!"
Chu Xun also learned to throw the soda can like uncle Kun, but he couldn't throw it as far as the latter. He was quite annoyed and said, "That guy is really good! He's skilled with a knife. If I hadn't used my true energy today, I might not have been his match."
uncle Kun threw away the cigarette butt, took out another cigarette, didn't light it, held it in his mouth, and said, "Did you notice his hands?"
"Hand?" Chu Xun recalled the scene of the previous battle with the young man and said, "Uncle, are you the one with the scar on his hand?"
"Yes, the scar!" uncle Kun extended his finger to his head, playing with the hair tousled by the sea breeze, and said. Under the faint starlight, a few white hairs could be vaguely seen.
He smoothed his hair and said, "These are the scars that only someone who often plays with knives would have. Judging by the number of scars on his hands, he must have suffered a lot from this."
"I'm not afraid of him! Besides, if I'm not a match in a fight, I still have you, Uncle!" Chu Xun began to flatter.
"I don't care about your kids' business," uncle Kun rubbed his wet head and laughed.
"The person was coming at me with a knife, but the knife suddenly slipped from his hand. Uncle, I know you helped me," Chu Xun asked, "but I don't know what you did at that time!"
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