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He Yunsong's Gym.
Qi Miao walked in with his hands in his pockets, humming a cheerful tune. He had been out drinking and having fun with his friends, but as soon as he received Mo Ming's call, he rushed over excitedly.
"Master, weren't you busy shopping with the Mistress these past few days?" Qi Miao rubbed his hands together and grinned, "Are you planning to teach me some real skills now?"
At that moment, the gym was empty; everyone had either gone home for the New Year or gone out to have fun. They wouldn't be cooped up in the gym practicing boxing, after all, they weren't like the Undead Celestial Executioners who only cared about training.
In the large gym, only Mo Ming sat alone in the boxing ring.
"I heard from Ah Yun that you've been running to the gym for thirty minutes straight from home lately. Not bad, your stamina should have improved quite a bit. If I don't teach you something soon, people might say I'm not a useful master," Mo Ming said with a smirk.
"Haha, that's great! I've been waiting for this for a long time!" Qi Miao exclaimed joyfully.
Mo Ming beckoned Qi Miao to come up to the ring: "Get up here!"
Qi Miao was puzzled but climbed into the ring anyway. "Master, are you going to teach me how to box? I've learned some from Yun Song. It's fine against regular people, but against others, those skills seem a bit useless."
"Is having techniques really that important to you?" Mo Ming asked lightly.
Qi Miao nodded vigorously. "I think it's very important. Without techniques, how can one practice?"
"Heh, that's just your opinion. To me, as long as I can knock my opponent down, all I need is one punch to do it. Why bother with extra techniques?" Mo Ming shook his head and gestured for Qi Miao to try. "Try using your best techniques on me; I'll just counter with basic boxing."
Qi Miao smiled wryly and shook his head. "Master, isn't that a bit unfair? I've seen your strength; even if you use boxing techniques, I still don't feel confident..."
"Stop talking nonsense and make your move!" Mo Ming said sternly.
After hesitating for a moment, Qi Miao gritted his teeth. "Master, please go easy on me!" With that, Qi Miao clenched his fist and swung at Mo Ming, but after throwing a dozen punches, he found himself hitting nothing but air.
"Master, your evasion ability is too high; I can't hit you at all!" Qi Miao said with frustration.
Mo Ming smiled lightly as he dodged Qi Miao's kick and replied, "Didn't you say boxing is useless? Why can't you hit me when I'm using boxing footwork?"
"My attack speed isn't as fast as your evasion speed!" Qi Miao said without hesitation.
"That's right, your attack speed isn't fast enough to match my evasion speed. This means that no matter what footwork I use, you won't be able to hit me!" Mo Ming said with a slight smirk. "Now it's my turn to counterattack!"
"..." Qi Miao forced a smile, not having time to object before Mo Ming swatted his punch aside with one hand while the other formed a fist and struck swiftly toward his nose.
Just as the fist was about to make contact with his nose, Mo Ming stopped: "Your reaction speed isn't fast enough. So when I blocked your attack, you exposed a fatal opening. If my fist had hit you, your combat ability would have been gone!"
"Understood," Qi Miao acknowledged clearly. If that punch had landed on his nose, he would have lost his combat ability and could only let Mo Ming beat him up!
Mo Ming retracted his fist and said, "Let's go again!"
"Okay!" Qi Miao responded and prepared to throw another punch.
Just as Qi Miao's fist was in mid-air, Mo Ming's left hand shot out quickly, accurately grabbing his fist without any delay. His right fist then sprang forward like a spring, stopping once again at Qi Miao's face with incredible speed.
"Master, your punching speed is too fast; I can't keep up at all..." Qi Miao looked at the fist in front of him and couldn't help but smile wryly.
"Of course you can't keep up. Before you even threw your punch, I already noticed your intention from your eyes and body language. Given that, how could your punch speed possibly match mine?"
Mo Ming explained patiently: "Combat isn't just physical; it's also a battle of wits. You must learn to analyze your opponent's intentions during a fight and thwart them before they can act!"
"I understand now," Qi Miao nodded heavily.
"Alright, try attacking me again!"
"Okay!"
Qi Miao's eyes and body remained in a "mute" state, hoping, as Mo Ming said, not to let the opponent guess your intentions in advance, achieving an unexpected strike that hits its target.
Suddenly, without any warning, Qi Miao swung his fist to attack Mo Ming.
This time, Qi Miao truly did not reveal any intention of attack to Mo Ming.
However, Mo Ming still maintained a light smile at the corner of his mouth, continuously dodging Qi Miao's two consecutive punches. A left hook landed heavily on Qi Miao's face, and just as Qi Miao's head tilted to one side, Mo Ming followed up with a right hook, then delivered an uppercut that unceremoniously struck Qi Miao's chin.
In just three moves, Qi Miao was knocked down to the ground by Mo Ming.
"Master... you called me here; it can't be just to beat me up, right? That was a bit too harsh..." Qi Miao said innocently while covering his face as he sat up. "I already followed your advice not to reveal my intentions to the opponent, but it seems like you still knew my attack."
"This is another lesson I’m teaching you. It's true that fighting requires brains, but strength is also very important. You may have attacked unexpectedly, but unfortunately, your attack speed isn't fast enough. My reaction is quicker than your attack speed; thus, when you strike, I can seize the openings you expose and deliver a heavy blow!"
Mo Ming reached out and helped Qi Miao up, saying, "These three punches were meant to tell you that techniques are not that important. No matter what technique you use, as long as it can take down the opponent, it can be considered your technique!"
"So how do you define strength, Master?" Qi Miao asked with a wry smile.
"Strength is not about techniques!"
Mo Ming clenched his fist and explained: "In my view, so-called strength is actually a combination of speed, power, skill, and reaction ability—a series of physical attributes. I may not have techniques, but if I throw a punch at you with speed faster than your reaction time, can you block it?"
"It seems I understand a bit now. So what you mean is that if I want to be like you, I need to improve my attack speed and strength?" Qi Miao asked.
"No." Mo Ming shook his head and smiled, saying, "What I mean is to fully utilize all your body's functions. That way, your strength will naturally improve."
As he spoke, Mo Ming pointed in a direction and said, "Those are the gifts I've prepared for you. Enjoy them well. When you can move freely among them and throw punches, your strength will naturally increase."
Qi Miao looked in the direction Mo Ming was pointing. It had been empty before, but now there were more than twenty sandbags hanging there. Driven by a mechanical device above, the sandbags swung rapidly in different directions. Qi Miao could imagine that if he stepped in, he would definitely be knocked out.
"Are you kidding me, Master? Those things are swinging so fast; how can I get in and come out safely?" Qi Miao said with a bitter smile, shaking his head.
Mo Ming shrugged, jumped down from the boxing ring, and walked toward the door without looking back. He waved his hand as he walked and said, "This is the training I've arranged for you. I will be leaving Nanhua City for a while tomorrow. When I return, I hope you can handle it; otherwise, I fear you won't be able to endure the next training."
"Don't worry, Master! I won't let you down!" Qi Miao shouted at Mo Ming's departing figure, his voice echoing in the gym, filled with determination.
Turning back to look at the swinging array of sandbags, Qi Miao confidently rubbed his nose and walked toward them. "Damn it, I don't believe I can't handle these things!"
Taking a deep breath, Qi Miao charged into the array. Just a few steps in, he was caught off guard and was knocked out by a swinging sandbag.
"Bring it on!" Qi Miao gritted his teeth, got up, and charged back into the array.
Bang!
Qi Miao was knocked out again.
"Damn it! I refuse to believe that these few sandbags can defeat me, Qi Miao!" His fighting spirit was ignited completely. He stood up, took a deep breath, and charged in once more.
This time, he was much more cautious as he entered. He began to use his peripheral vision to track the swinging sandbags. After dodging several of them successfully, he was knocked down again.
"Hehe, looks like I'm not too bad." Qi Miao chuckled lightly, unfazed by the pain on his body. He continued to get up and train. Ever since witnessing Mo Ming's battle with Evil Eye, he had set Mo Ming as his goal!
Time and again, Qi Miao stood up without hesitation, choosing to continue!
His determined figure caught the eye of Mo Ming, who was smoking at the door. Taking a deep drag from his cigarette, he smiled lightly and said, "This kid has some perseverance. He hasn't let me down. When I come back for the New Year, I hope he can handle these little sandbags. Otherwise, I really don't know if I should let him go through the next round of training."
After speaking, Mo Ming extinguished his cigarette with his hand and flicked it into the trash can with precision. He didn't linger any longer and turned to drive to the airport.
Today is the last day of the year. Mo Ming had already bought a plane ticket to NJ City, where Murong Lian, Lin Yuan'er, and Jun Qianqian were waiting for him at the airport. He needed to hurry to meet them.
Upon arriving at the airport, he saw Murong Lian, Jun Qianqian, Lin Yuan'er, and Liufeng standing at the entrance. Liufeng wasn't called by Mo Ming but had come on his own; of course, his destination was somewhat different from Mo Ming's.
Liufeng planned to wander around Hong Gang's territory, gathering some intelligence or perhaps dealing with some "fireworks" for New Year's celebrations.
"Liufeng, be careful when you go to Hong Gang's territory. I don't know if Evil Eye is around. If you encounter danger, your first priority is to retreat!" Mo Ming said with concern as he patted Liufeng on the shoulder.
Liufeng nodded and replied, "I'll be careful, boss. You just enjoy your New Year! When you come back, we'll have a big operation!"
"Alright! I'm off to catch my flight!" Mo Ming smiled slightly at Liufeng before pushing a large pile of items and heading with Murong Lian and the other two women to prepare for boarding.
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