Chapter 146: pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger

Chapter 146: pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger

Tang Fei and Xiao Keming returned to the private room. She even pretended to be sulky, ordered many dishes, and ate a huge meal.

Girls are just like that; they either eat wildly when they are in a bad mood or when they are in a good mood. At this moment, Captain Tang Fei felt both. Eating with Xiao Keming made her very annoyed, but the thought of soon being rid of his pestering made her secretly happy.

"Brother, let's go. I'll take you to see my gym now. You can train there for free from now on."

After eating, Xiao Keming pretended to be a gentleman and paid the bill, then patted Zhou Lang on the shoulder. This guy certainly didn't have any good intentions.

"Alright, then many thanks, Boss Xiao."

Zhou Lang knew it clearly, but he pretended not to know.

Soon, the group went to Xiao Keming's Hurricane Boxing Gym.

Captain Tang Fei didn't ride her motorcycle again; they all rode in Xiao Keming's Mercedes-Benz.

The distance from the restaurant to Hurricane Boxing Gym was not very far, as this gym was also in Linwu District.

Along the way, Captain Tang Fei endured her disgust and chatted happily with Xiao Keming, while acting dismissive towards Zhou Lang. This made Xiao Keming very happy; the guy was even fantasizing about the scene of taking Captain Tang Fei to a hotel after teaching Zhou Lang a lesson.

Hurricane Boxing Gym was not a small gym; an entire eight-story building in the city center had been bought by Xiao Keming. Judging from this, Xiao Keming was indeed wealthy and imposing.

Soon, they arrived at the hall on the third floor of the gym. The hall was very large and well-equipped. Many people were currently training, mostly teenagers, and there were coaches providing on-site guidance.

"Brother, you said you are a fighting enthusiast. Let me arrange for a coach to spar with you a few rounds to see what your foundation is like, so I can arrange coaches and training courses for you later. My gym mainly trains Muay Thai, and my coaches are basically all Muay Thai experts."

As soon as they entered the hall, Xiao Keming said this to Zhou Lang, and immediately, he called over a few coaches.

These coaches were all shirtless, wearing only shorts, with very lean muscles; one look was enough to tell they had impressive strength.

Xiao Keming whispered a few words to one of the coaches, and this coach walked over to Zhou Lang.

"I am Coach Wang from the gym. Zhou Lang, can we begin?"

Walking to within about a meter of Zhou Lang, the coach said with a smile. He was about 1.85 meters tall and weighed about 80 kilograms, fully ten centimeters taller and twenty jin heavier than Zhou Lang.

"We can."

Zhou Lang smiled slightly, still standing there casually.

Seeing that there was going to be a sparring match, over a hundred people in the training hall gathered around. Two-thirds of these people were students of the gym, and there were also some parents of the students, as well as some visitors.

As the saying goes, "the poor study, the rich practice martial arts." Children from families without money cannot afford to train in such places. Those who come here are basically children of wealthy families. These children are treasures at home, so it is normal for their parents to accompany them to training.

"This guy doesn't even know how to stand in a basic fighting stance. He probably doesn't know how to defend at all. He will be defeated by Coach Wang in a few moves. This is definitely going to be a one-sided fight."

"This guy looks like a complete novice. I could easily defeat him. He's actually sparring with a coach!"

"I love watching the coach bully the new rookies."

Before Zhou Lang and the coach even started sparring, people were already discussing it.

Captain Tang Fei also knew how formidable Coach Wang was, because this Coach Wang had placed in provincial Muay Thai competitions. Moreover, he was an offensive player; his punches, kicks, knees, and elbows were very powerful. In his matches, he often won by technical knockout, or TKO.

When she used to come to Hurricane Boxing Gym for training, Coach Wang had personally demonstrated kicking a sandbag until it burst in three kicks. One can imagine how powerful his attack was.

Captain Tang Fei began to worry again. She was certain that Zhou Lang was strong and had practiced Internal Martial Arts, but could his fighting experience compare to such a battle-hardened Muay Thai fighter? She felt a bit unsure.

"Then take this!"

Just as Captain Tang Fei was worrying, Coach Wang suddenly made a move. After a feint jab, he closed in and threw a vicious hook at Zhou Lang's chin.

It was obvious that Coach Wang wanted to knock Zhou Lang down with one punch; in fact, this was completely impossible.

Zhou Lang was a Cultivator, and Muay Thai was purely an external martial art. Even a Muay Thai expert like Coach Wang at best only had the combat power of an Advanced Martial Artist.

Zhou Lang dodged slightly and easily avoided Coach Wang's attack.

Coach Wang's eyes flickered slightly. He didn't expect that Zhou Lang, who looked like a rookie, had such fast footwork. However, he didn't hesitate at all and immediately followed up with a vicious roundhouse kick aimed directly at Zhou Lang's head, because Xiao Keming had secretly instructed him while whispering to cripple Zhou Lang.

Whoosh!

Coach Wang's kick was quite ferocious, actually creating a whistling sound of wind.

"Coach Wang is showing his power. This guy is done for. If he gets hit, he'll definitely be knocked unconscious by that kick."

"I'm afraid it won't just be unconscious; he might get his head smashed in."

Seeing Coach Wang attack so ferociously, the onlookers became even more excited.

Watching Coach Wang's leg about to kick Zhou Lang's head, the crowd gasped. Captain Tang Fei also became extremely worried; if anything happened to Zhou Lang, she would feel uneasy.

She felt a little regretful. Now she felt that Zhou Lang was not as powerful as she had imagined, and the plan she and Zhou Lang had coordinated so well would likely backfire.

But Zhou Lang nimbly dodged, once again calmly avoiding Coach Wang's attack.

"Coach, your attack speed is too slow. You must be going easy on me. I practiced with an Internal Martial Arts expert for a few months before, so I have a bit of a foundation. You don't need to go easy on me."

Zhou Lang smiled innocently. Since Captain Tang Fei thought he had learned Internal Martial Arts, he would just disguise himself as such.

Coach Wang felt embarrassed after being told this by Zhou Lang. His expression changed, and he lunged at Zhou Lang. Previously, he had indeed held back because he only intended to cripple Zhou Lang, not kill him. Now that he knew Zhou Lang was no mediocrity, he brought out his true strength.

Muay Thai, known as the "Art of Eight Limbs," uses fists, elbows, legs, knees, head, shoulders, and so on; all are Sharp Weapons for attack. Next, the furious Coach Wang's attacks perfectly interpreted why Muay Thai is called the "Art of Eight Limbs." He used every part of his body to launch a wild assault on Zhou Lang.

Using legs for long distance, fists for medium distance, and elbows and knees for close range, Coach Wang was indeed a Muay Thai expert who had grasped the essence of Muay Thai. His attacks were like a storm, with a compelling Aura.

But Zhou Lang remained calm and composed. No matter how fierce Coach Wang's attacks were, he used his extremely fast footwork to dodge them calmly. His cultivation was more than a hundred times higher than Coach Wang's; even if he closed his eyes, Coach Wang couldn't hit him. The difference in their Realms was simply too great.

Captain Tang Fei completely relaxed. She knew Zhou Lang was just playing with Coach Wang. Meanwhile, the students and parents watching also felt something was wrong, because Coach Wang hadn't even touched the corner of Zhou Lang's clothes after dozens of moves. If this continued, Zhou Lang could just wear Coach Wang out to death.

"Zhou Lang, if you have the ability, fight me! What's the point of just dodging?" Coach Wang, having fought for a long time without success, became frantic inside and shouted at Zhou Lang. His physical strength was rapidly depleting, and he started to pant.

"You were the one who told me to counterattack. Be careful." Zhou Lang smiled, gave a warning, stepped forward, and his body suddenly leaped into the air, kicking at Coach Wang with a series of consecutive strikes.

"Wow! This is practically the Foshan Shadowless Kick!"

"So cool! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have really doubted if I was watching a movie."

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Zhou Lang's movements were just too cool, causing screams from many of the onlookers, especially some of the female students.

Coach Wang's defense was still very tight; he managed to block two of Zhou Lang's kicks. Although Zhou Lang only used a tiny bit of force and hadn't used any True Qi, Coach Wang still couldn't handle it and was knocked back repeatedly by the powerful impact of Zhou Lang's legs.

An average Martial Artist would be doing well to kick twice in the air, but Zhou Lang still hadn't landed and continued his consecutive kicks. After taking two more hits, Coach Wang's hands hurt terribly and he couldn't lift them at all, so he had to lower them.

In this way, a serious defensive gap appeared in his head area.

Zhou Lang threw another kick, hitting Coach Wang in the head.

Coach Wang flew backward and fell three or four meters away. He struggled on the ground a few times but couldn't stand up. At this moment, his head was severely dizzy, and he was seeing stars.

Zhou Lang, however, landed gracefully and stood there as steady as a mountain.

"Good!"

The Underground Boxing Arena was silent. After a long while, thunderous applause erupted.

The onlookers were all captivated by Zhou Lang's exquisite legwork and handsome movements. Previously, these people had mentally sided with Coach Wang, but now, the mood had completely changed, especially among some teenage female students whose eyes were filled with admiration as they looked at Zhou Lang, because they had never seen anyone kick seven or eight times in the air so handsomely.

"This Zhou Lang is really amazing. Even the national fighting champion probably wouldn't be his match, right? I took the right risk today."

Captain Tang Fei was secretly happy to see Zhou Lang win so easily.

In the eyes of Captain Tang Fei and the onlookers, Zhou Lang's legwork was already shocking. In reality, Zhou Lang hadn't even used one percent of his strength. As long as he used the True Qi in his body, with one percent of his power, he could kill Coach Wang in one move.

But he was only here today to help Captain Tang Fei get rid of Xiao Keming's pestering, so of course, he wouldn't kill anyone.

"Boss Xiao, arrange a more powerful coach to guide me. This coach is too weak. I heard your gym is the number one in Feiyun City. It wouldn't be living up to its reputation, would it?"

Zhou Lang didn't care about Coach Wang and instead said this to Xiao Keming with a smile.

Xiao Keming's face turned from pale to purple. Now he knew he had been played by Zhou Lang. Zhou Lang had no intention of training at his gym; damn it, Zhou Lang was here to challenge the gym!

Zhou Lang's strength made him and his coaches feel fear. But now he couldn't step down, because there were so many students and parents here. If no one in the entire gym could defeat Zhou Lang, who claimed to be an amateur fighting enthusiast, then their reputation would be ruined, the gym's sign would be smashed, and how would they recruit students in the future?

Without students, his gym would probably have to close down.