Chapter 123: 123 Is This A Rehearsal For Domestic Violence?
The process of the first trial class at the Martial Arts Hall had not yet reached halfway when Wang Heng’s coach changed to someone else. Before Wang Heng could come up with a reason to refuse the free membership card, Cao Zhan had already quietly walked away, handing this new student over to Ye Xun.
Ye Xun stretched her shoulders, neck, and wrists, saying with great enthusiasm: “Senior Male Student, mathematics is you tutoring me, so for combat, it’s my turn to tutor you!”
Wang Heng: “…How do you plan to tutor?”
“To improve grades, just reading books is fundamentally not enough; you must do problems,” Ye Xun said seriously, imitating his words from back then. “And the key isn’t the quantity of problems; the key is to thoroughly understand every single problem, best to make a mistake notebook, summarizing how you got it wrong.”
Wang Heng twitched the corner of his mouth: “So your tutoring method is to just fight me directly?”
“How could that be? That would be too rough…”
As she spoke, the young girl took off her boxing gloves and put on a pair of hand targets. From the appearance, this thing looked just like flattened boxing gloves.
Ye Xun raised the hand targets in front of her face and said: “Come on, hit my face.”
“Face?”
“That’s right, with force.”
Wang Heng was still a bit hesitant: “But you’re a girl…”
“Don’t underestimate me like that. Besides, if you’re really not rest assured, then don’t use full power first; just throw a couple of fists casually to try.”
Ye Xun stood with one foot forward and one back, beckoning with her hand, clearly provoking.
Seeing her like this, Wang Heng said no more.
Following the key points Cao Zhan had explained not long ago, he threw a fist. The fist was blocked by the hand target when it was less than half a meter from the young girl’s face, producing a muffled sound.
Wang Heng was about to retract his fist when he suddenly felt his arm pressed downward, followed by a light breeze coming at his face, making him instinctively close his eyes.
But at the same time as closing his eyes, he didn’t wait to get hit; instead, he hurriedly retreated, exiting Ye Xun’s attack range.
After standing steady and opening his eyes to look carefully, he realized Ye Xun hadn’t fully exerted force—in other words, even if he had stupidly stood still without dodging just now, she wouldn’t have hit him.
Ye Xun withdrew her hands and smiled: “You really have talent; your reaction is truly fast.”
Wang Heng let out a long-tested sigh: “My reaction speed has always been fast.”
“But just having a fast reaction isn’t enough,” the young girl patiently guided. “Your exertion is too stiff, and when throwing a punch, don’t let your other hand drop. You use your right hand to attack; the left hand should always be ready to defend!”
Wang Heng somewhat understood: “So this is the so-called doing problems? Not practicing moves against the air, but using this method… to make me perform the moves, then correct them?”
Ye Xun nodded: “That’s right, because I don’t like hitting the air.”
Wang Heng: “I thought you meant doing problems as actual combat.”
Ye Xun: “That’s impossible, because you have no foundation; you must practice one move at a time. First master one, confirm that the move doesn’t deform during exertion, then practice the next. If we did actual combat now, that would be too bullying you. By the way, if you don’t believe it, want to try it now?”
“I’m not disbelieving…”
Before Wang Heng finished speaking, he was interrupted by the impatient young girl: “Come on, try it! I know you definitely don’t believe it; your eyes are telling me!”
Indeed, because in the first playthrough he hadn’t sparred with Ye Xun, Wang Heng found it hard to believe this girl could really pin him to the ground and rub him. After all, when he saw her fighting others on the amateur ring, it didn’t seem like a big deal.
“Then let’s try.”
Wang Heng was also curious: as a combat newbie who hadn’t even entered the door, could he protect himself in front of Ye Xun? Or rather, taking advantage of there being no signs of the cleaver yet, probe the opponent’s lethality first?
So the two stepped onto the ring on the other side.
At this time, there were already quite a few customers in the Martial Arts Hall, and many apprentices like Cao Zhan or even higher-level coaches busy giving guidance. Seeing someone get on the ring, they all paused and looked over.
A matchup between opposite sexes, with one side being a pretty girl—this scene wasn’t common.
Ye Xun said loudly: “I’m just sparring with a friend; he hasn’t trained, so we’re just playing around; everyone doesn’t need to watch…”
After this explanation, sure enough, the Martial Arts Hall’s apprentices and coaches stopped staring. But a few customers couldn’t help their curiosity, their gazes drifting this way.
“Alright, no pressure,” Ye Xun put on boxing gloves and clapped her fists together. “Newbies losing badly isn’t embarrassing.”
Wang Heng suddenly raised his hand: “Question: what rules are we using?”
Ye Xun asked back: “What rules do you want to play? Boxing? Sanda? Or MMA?”
Wang Heng thought: “Boxing only uses fists, Sanda can use everything, MMA allows clinching and throws, right?”
Ye Xun shook her head slightly: “Sanda also allows throws, just can’t attack once the opponent is down, so many jujutsu moves can’t be used. Also, Sanda can’t use knees or elbows; MMA has no restrictions.”
After brief but cautious thinking, Wang Heng felt that as a newbie rookie, he should choose the rules with the most restrictions. Otherwise, if she clinched him and did a bunch of operations, wouldn’t he be pinned underneath unable to get up?
“Boxing, I choose boxing.” He said decisively.
“Then let’s start now,” the young girl smiled and shook out her hands, raising her fists. “No need for a referee; right now!”
Wang Heng imitated her posture, getting into stance.
Both were right-handed, so both half-turned their bodies, left side forward and right behind. But Ye Xun’s movements were clearly more relaxed. And her footwork was more agile.
The young girl’s feet stepped in tiny quick steps at an extremely fast frequency, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, sometimes shifting left and right, making it hard to lock onto her next position.
Suddenly, Ye Xun launched an attack.
With several quick steps, the young girl rushed over rapidly. Wang Heng instinctively retreated, but his retreat speed clearly couldn’t match her forward momentum; in the blink of an eye, she closed in right in front of him.
Though a bit panicked, Wang Heng still remembered the key points of boxing defense—hands tightly guarding the face, arms against the torso, protecting the chest and abdomen.
However, a newbie’s defense is very limited.
Ye Xun’s closest left hand threw a jab first, hitting Wang Heng’s forehead squarely. The force wasn’t great, but enough to make him stumble and expose an opening.
Immediately after, the young girl threw a rear straight punch, hitting Wang Heng’s right shoulder squarely.
Ye Xun aimed for that spot—no vital organs, not a lethal area; a bit of pain didn’t matter. In short, just ensuring he wouldn’t get hurt.
As the young girl retracted her fist, Wang Heng had already fallen flat on his back onto the ring.
He clutched his right shoulder, with only one thought in his mind…
In the first playthrough, Ye Xun definitely blackened last. If it were a bit earlier, let alone himself, what chance would the other three have of surviving?
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Done before midnight, success!
