"Just this?"
Holy Knight Walter Sam was utterly bewildered.
I'm a genuine knight, and you're telling about military boxing?
"This is all I know!"
Chen Fei spread his hands.
Babylon and Walter both twitched simultaneously.
Although Chen Fei was surrounded by mutants, swinging his White Steel Crowbar to send brains and skull fragnts flying, if you really talked about martial arts skills or such, he truly had none!
Nothing else but practice makes perfect!
Tough as nails, imnse strength, and swift speed – anyone could forcefully train to develop such a wildly imaginative technique, it was all about diligent practice!
Driving the crowbar into a head and prying it fiercely, hiss... This kind of feeling was truly addictive!
"Alright then!"
Walter Sam dismounted, patted his beloved steed's neck, and said, "Mini, go for a run on your own!"
As a knight, he naturally understood his mount's mood at this mont – it was far from done sprinting, the Blue Scaled Colt was still excited!
"Hui lulu!"
The Second Rank Human Order Magical Beast, the Blue Scaled Colt, tossed its neck and trotted off, clippety-clop progressing from a jog to a frenzied run around the entire venue.
"Chen Fei, we will start from scratch, no Special Abilities, no Battle Qi, no Magic, just pure skills, pure physical quality. Co on, try hitting ," said Walter Sam, imdiately slipping into the state of a martial arts instructor, beckoning Chen Fei with a wave.
Chen Fei tentatively asked, "My punches will be very heavy! Is that okay?"
He released Little Bird into the sky.
The Pure Light Sparrow circled in midair and landed on a large spherical object, curiously pecking at it with its head.
"Maximum attack index: 0
Minimum attack index: 0
Attack frequency: 1 ti/second
Penetration index: 0
Rend index: 0
Friction index: 0
Blunt force index: 0..."
This was the Pure Light Sparrow!
The little guy couldn't even hurt soone with its pecks, physical attack zero!
"Of course, I know tallic and Earth Elent are very sturdy. Co on!"
Walter Sam beckoned Chen Fei again, but the next second, Chen Fei had vanished from his sight.
So fast!
The Holy Knight spun around quickly.
Bang!~
"Goodness! Indeed very tough!"
He stepped back and shook his hand, nearly activating his Battle Qi instinctively.
Chen Fei, however, took four steps back and gasped in astonishnt, "Battle Qi?"
Smashing his fist into the other's palm felt bizarre, like punching a tough rubber block with a faint rebound force, numbing his fist with a tingling sensation of weakness.
"No! It hasn't reached that degree yet!"
Holy Knight Walter Sam shook his head. They had agreed to spar purely on physical strength, so naturally, he wouldn't go back on his word and use Battle Qi.
"If only I had Battle Qi too!"
Chen Fei drooled with envy.
"You already possess Special Abilities, don't bite off more than you can chew. Co on! Continue, let see just how much you weigh," Walter Sam said, adopting a barehanded combat stance, ready for action.
To be selected for the Bear Hunting Special Operations Division ant there were no ordinary people, and even without using abilities, he didn't underestimate Chen Fei.
If it was just about testing punch strength, attack pace, and speed, the round and plump target chanical Beings would suffice. But to act as a temporary instructor and to assess Chen Fei's fundantal qualities, they still needed to spar for a proper evaluation; they couldn't rely solely on quantitative data.
Quantitative data certainly had its advantages and conveniences, but its drawbacks were also evident, often underestimating the actual situation. After all, living beings had potential and could sotis burst forth with unbelievable miracles. The margin of error might exceed the range of a chanical Being's assessnts. Such discrepancies in real combat were beyond imagination; if taken seriously, that could truly lead to a loss.
"Here I co!"
Before Chen Fei's words had even finished, he had already appeared again in front of Holy Knight Walter Sam, slapping over a palm.
Turtle Fist First Move: Take a Big Slap!
Smack!~
With his abundant combat experience, the Holy Knight dodged to the side, attempting to deflect but to no avail.
At that mont, "Turtle Fist Second Move: A Flying Kick to the Groin" greeted him.
What kind of moves and techniques can you expect from soone who never properly learned real combat martial arts?!
"Stable lower body, have you practiced?"
Whether riding on horseback or fighting on foot, even empty-handed, Walter Sam kept his cool under the fierce onslaught of Chen Fei's "Turtle Fist."
"Does horse stance count? Also several breathing techniques."
Chen Fei kept a tight watch on his opponent, attacking with full force and sticking close like a shadow.
Walter slipped away like an oil-soaked mudscale, always skirting the edge of Chen Fei's reach; Chen had hoped to at least brush against him for so psychological relief but always missed by a whisker.
As if taking a leisurely stroll, the Holy Knight asked, "Is that all you've got?"
Turtle Fist Third Move: The Buff Bull's Reckless Charge!
Chen Fei, who had nearly tripped, replied irritably, "That's it!"
He had just started learning when his old man died, leaving him with nothing but the Secret Technique and no other training.
In novels, you read how all martial arts cannot defeat sheer speed and that overwhelming strength can overpower any technique. But in the face of absolute power, all skills are illusory.
Now he saw it was all bullshit; despite all his effort, Chen couldn't even touch the edge of his opponent's armor, and he could clearly feel that his own Physical Energy was depleting faster than his opponent's. Over ti, he would wear himself out without even making a dent in his adversary.
"Alright, let's stop here for now!"
Walter Sam moved away to a distance of over a dozen steps in a flash.
He already had a asure of Chen Fei's capabilities: raw strength and speed, excellent resilience and endurance, but the experience equaled zero—a classic rookie. No wonder his code na was "Rookie." The na couldn't have been more fitting.
Indiscriminate flailing might knock out an ordinary person or even accidentally kill a master, but it's useless against a true expert.
"Huh? Not bad, I guess!"
Sweat was beginning to show on Chen Fei's forehead.
Unleashing a series of Turtle Fist moves wore him out more than taking down ten mutant bosses.
"The basics are okay; let's start with routines!"
Holy Knight Walter Sam had a plan in mind.
At least Chen wasn't starting from scratch; he was soone teachable.
Otherwise, it would have taken a huge amount of ti, effort, and resources to gradually strengthen his body till he t the bare minimum requirents for entry-level training.
Chen Fei curiously asked, "Can I activate Battle Qi?"
In the blink of an eye, his Physical Energy had swiftly recovered, astonishing Walter Sam.
"You're thinking too much. Babylon ans for you to learn so lifesaving skills, so in an ergency, you won't drag down the entire team."
Walter Sam was clear on this.
Chen's tallic abilities had an unimaginable attack power, making him lethal against those tough-skinned, heavily-defended mutants. Under the team's cover, aiming for a one-hit kill on difficult targets was a great tactic.
Listening, Chen Fei thought that this was just like the ground training for pilots but an enhanced version.
"So... let's start!"
"There aren't many routines, the key is to apply them flexibly, not to be shackled by them. We'll start with boxing and if ti allows, we can include weapons."
Holy Knight Walter Sam demonstrated a series of boxing techniques, sparing no details with Chen Fei.
Martial Arts, such a basic entry-level skill, didn't need to be hoarded; they were aplenty on the internet. The thing was, everyone chose differently. With professional guidance, one could avoid many detours.
"... Left Hook, Right Hook, Skyrocket Cannon... Cross Hold... Mountain-Leaning Skill..."
Walter Sam taught Chen Fei each routine and their follow-up moves in detail, truly practicing the routines without sticking rigidly to them.
With all the basics—strength, speed, reaction, and endurance—covered, all Chen Fei was lacking was experience.
The best way to accumulate combat experience in the shortest ti was simple: take a beating!
After teaching over a hundred routines, the Holy Knight started grueling sparring sessions with Chen Fei, and not just him; other people in the gym joined in the skirmishes.
There wasn't a single diocre fighter on the scene; all were excellent sparring partners, which resulted in... Chen Fei getting thrashed.
Don't underestimate the spellcasters among them; their close-combat skills were equally formidable. Who says that mages are like lambs to the slaughter once an enemy gets close? First Rank fire mage Adrian Benjamin was particularly skilled at wrestling, and he also carried a revolver, ready to catch anyone by surprise who underestimated him because of his white crew-cut.
Second Rank Earth Mage Ruan Tiankai also had a an back of his hand, wielding a shiny, two-foot-long crowbar that sliced heads as easily as waterlons.
Like Chen Fei, those selected for the Bear Hunting Special Operations Division through interviews were no simple characters.
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