Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 221 - 165 Fusion! Grappling and Fighting Technique2

The three had just moved onto the police station’s training ground when the news imdiately spread.

"The Chinese officer who ca in with Detective Tyler seems to be going to challenge our chief to a contest of combat skills."

"What? That Chinese guy is going to fight with Chief Bush outside?"

"What’s Tyler doing? Just got promoted and now he’s bringing soone from outside to beat up the chief?"

"Warder? Soone’s going to attack the chief inside the station? Should I bring my gun?"

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The more the news spread, the more outrageous it beca, but regardless of the version, it was enough to draw everyone out to watch the excitent.

Shortly after several people arrived at the training ground, and before they even had ti to change into protective gear, a crowd of twenty or so had sward in.

Chief Bush was also sowhat annoyed; he took his teaching of grappling techniques seriously, yet few of his officers took their learning seriously.

Li Ang, a foreigner, went out of his way to pull strings just to co and learn the grappling techniques.

Today’s youngsters, sighed Chief Bush, would rather pull out a gun to coerce a suspect into submission or call for backup than seriously learn hand-to-hand combat skills, which few do.

If Li Ang wanted to be a police officer, he would definitely give him the green light and let him through.

Li Ang’s choice to learn from him first was also well considered, mainly because he feared that after the sparring, the chief might lose face and not teach him wholeheartedly later. It would be better to grasp the techniques first before anything else.

"Since all of you have co, watch carefully and learn well. These skills can usually be unused, but you cannot afford not to master them."

So officers who had co just for the spectacle began to retreat after learning that Li Ang was here to study, but Chief Bush’s words kept them firmly in place.

"Dammit, is this what you called Tyler bringing soone to beat up the chief? I ca here for nothing, should’ve stayed chatting with my new sweetheart on Twitter."

"I’m also a victim here; it was Lawrence who told , and you know how bad his hearing is."

A few officers muttered their complaints, clearly helpless.

After finishing his lecture, Chief Bush was ready to start teaching Li Ang the basics of grappling and so common moves.

As for the basics, Li Ang had already heard about them from Tyler in the car—his technique might not be sharp, but he had seriously learned the theoretical knowledge.

Li Ang apologized and proceeded to recite all the theory he had learned, indicating that he could skip that part.

Tyler, whose pupils had slightly widened, thought to himself that Chinese students’ learning abilities were indeed top-notch.

The information wasn’t long, but it was still several hundred to a thousand characters; Tyler had only ntioned it once in the car, yet Li Ang was able to repeat it word-perfect so quickly.

Chief Bush, initially sowhat upset at being interrupted, grew more and more impressed as he listened, praising Li Ang for truly being prepared to learn, even having pre-studied in advance. His attitude towards Li Ang significantly improved.

"Fuck, these Chinese are really hard-working, even rolling their way into our police station."

"Perhaps they excel at rote learning, but when it cos to physical tests like these, it’s not necessarily a given."

Chief Bush had intended to use a dummy in front to demonstrate the grappling techniques, but Li Ang interrupted his flow once again.

"Chief, why don’t I be your practice subject? It might help gain a deeper impression of the moves."

"Um... that’s not impossible, but so of the moves might hurt when demonstrated. Can you accept that?"

He had indeed forced other officers to demonstrate moves with him before, but this was the first ti soone had volunteered to be a practice partner.

"Of course, no problem. I’ve always believed that the things that co too easily aren’t overly precious; it’s perfectly reasonable to give paynt in exchange for reward."

Li Ang’s noble speech struck a chord in Chief Bush’s heart; what does being excellent an? This is excellence. By contrast, his own subordinates were simply pitiful.

Tyler realized where Li Ang’s formidable physique and skills ca from—intelligent, hard-working, not afraid of hardship. It wouldn’t be fair to say he wasn’t excellent.

The officers below, numb from listening, were all thankful that Li Ang was only there for the one ti and not a police officer in their station. Otherwise, the number of tis they got scolded at work would double at the very least.

They also genuinely admired Li Ang’s courage; grappling is no simple skill, and even without full force, the pain it causes in the joints is not sothing ordinary people can endure.

They wondered if he was now just putting on a brave face and whether he would embarrass himself later.

As Chief Bush placed his hands on him, Li Ang fully relaxed all his joints; this wasn’t like sparring with Tyler. If he actively resisted the other’s grappling, he wouldn’t be able to learn.

Chief Bush had thought Li Ang might need so ti to adjust, but upon engaging, he found that Li Ang’s body cooperated extrely well, much more so than the stiff-jointed dummies.

"Everyone pay attention. Right now, Li Ang is in a state of full cooperation, but don’t assu the suspects you’ll encounter will be the sa. So before you think about whether you can properly execute the move, you also have to consider whether your grappling can overco the suspect’s resistance..."