Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 148 - 135: Getting Beaten is a Form of Wisdom3

"What the hell is he doing?"

Even Blant couldn’t understand, in his eyes, Li Ang was clearly capable of dodging these attacks.

However, he also noticed that even after taking so many hits, Li Ang’s footwork remained unscrambled; he was almost certain Li Ang was doing this deliberately.

But this sight made his teammates feel sowhat hopeless; they had been thinking about contending for the championship, but now it seed like they were just going to the stage to get hit.

A whole thirty seconds passed, and John didn’t stop outputting for a mont; he had already lost count of how many punches he had thrown, but he was very clear that he definitely landed quite a few, and several of them were full-strength heavy punches.

But looking at Li Ang’s face, there wasn’t even a trace of marks, not even a bruise, just a slight redness.

Just this alone made Li Ang an excellent sparring partner; this ability to take hits made John a bit scared.

If at the beginning, people were more mocking Li Ang’s passive beating, but after such a situation continued for a full half-minute, there was no one present who didn’t admire Li Ang.

Even Sheila, Sofia, and Catina in the audience were feeling extrely anxious.

If Sofia had known boxing matches could be this brutal, she would have never let him participate no matter what.

Catina could hardly bear to watch any longer and wanted to concede on his behalf.

She, carrying the cara in the front row of the ring, was also the most attentive observer.

The attacks Li Ang continually endured reminded her of the last ti they both experienced a tornado disaster together, which made her heartache.

Only Sheila, with her fists clenched white, still looked on with steadfast eyes, silently supporting him.

The man she admired was indeed different; not only did he have the strength to crush everything in favorable tis, but he also had to be able to withstand adversity.

"Warder, is he really human, not falling down after all this?"

"I’m starting to worship him; maybe that’s what life is like. Life always throws heavy blows at us, and only those who endure to the end are real n."

"Damn, watching this is getting my blood boiling. I kind of want to get up there and be beaten."

"Co on, Li Ang!"

"Co on! You can definitely do it."

In just half a minute, the public opinion in the venue had undergone a 180-degree reversal, and the vast majority of people beca supporters of Li Ang, starting to cheer him on.

After all, in life, most people are actually on the receiving end of blows and tend to sympathize with the underdog by habit.

Li Ang wasn’t paying attention to these things; his focus wasn’t on his opponent’s fists but was still concentrated on his attribute panel.

"This is too comfortable, like a fully automatic training."

Li Ang watched the continuously rising proficiency of Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training and Yijin Jing, wishing that John’s punches would co even more fiercely.

He had simply protected the most vulnerable areas of his face with gloves, leaving the rest of the positions to be attacked at will.

Originally, Li Ang’s plan was to take about a dozen or twenty punches to nearly fill up the Break Limit Point and then end the match, achieving the most ti-efficient way.

But now, looking at his skill proficiency which had progressed in less than a minute as if he had been practicing hard for an hour, he was sowhat reluctant to end the fight.

If he were outside the ring, finding a sparring partner of this caliber to take hits from would probably cost quite a bit of money; the punches of ordinary people didn’t have the sa strength and accuracy as his.

And without the blessing of the match, the speed at which he gained proficiency would definitely not be as fierce.

The most important thing was that John’s attack targeted the very area that Li Ang needed to focus on training for the upcoming Slap Competition Ultimate Championship.

Wasn’t this the perfect specialized training?

Unfortunately, Li Ang hadn’t fully enjoyed it before John began to falter.

After all, punching soone isn’t as carefree as hitting a sandbag; each of John’s punches was infused with his energy and strength, effectively a high-intensity anaerobic exercise.

One minute passed, and his speed inevitably slowed down.

Li Ang inwardly felt it was a pity; he naturally couldn’t wait for another round as his efficiency would decline over ti, and it would make him seem abnormal.

As John’s speed decreased, Li Ang finally made his move.

A simple pivot punch struck him under the chin; with such speed, even John at his peak couldn’t have reacted in ti, let alone now when much of his strength was spent.

"Bang!"

John was quite cooperative; after fighting so long, he was tired, and once he lay down on the ring, he fell asleep.

"10, 9, 8..."

The sudden reversal stunned the audience; they had seen cobacks from the brink of defeat but never an instantaneous knockout from one!

"I think this kid might have the blood of a berserker, the lower his health, the higher his attack," soone comnted.

"When you put it that way, it actually makes so sense, certainly more than the drug abuse theory."

"This is so inspiring, I definitely need to get his autograph on my shirt; it might fetch a good price soday in the future."

Right after the fight ended, Li Ang’s teammates and friends rushed to him, concerned about his well-being.

"Are you okay?"

"I feel fantastic right now."

Li Ang removed his mouth guard, revealing a beaming smile.

His face barely showed any signs of injury, and not even his nose was bleeding.

The final round, though it lasted only one, increased his Break Limit Point by 0.8 and significantly improved his proficiency, which he considered a great harvest.

Oh, and there was the prize money of three thousand US dollars; while modest, it was after all a high school competition, and Li Ang hadn’t expected much more.

Different from the joy on everyone else’s faces, Sheila still looked worriedly at Li Ang and said:

"I suggest you go to the hospital for a head examination just in case you’ve been injured internally, you know, to eliminate even the slightest risk."

As soone who frequently dealt with athletes, she was well aware that so injuries might not manifest imdiately, and while there might be no external signs, there had been several instances of deaths due to internal bleeding in the skull.

Li Ang readily agreed to her suggestion, thinking about his peculiar experience in the Nuclear Magnetic Resonance Instrunt last ti, and considering that his attributes and skill levels had significantly improved, he thought another visit might yield new discoveries.

There was a victory celebration planned, but at the mont, Li Ang’s health was the priority; everyone accompanied him to the hospital, deciding to wait until after his dical examination.