With such strength, Zhang Tie would not be scared if he really had a one-on-one fight. After all, he was a few years older than the brat and had an advantage in height and weight. If they really fought, he would have a chance to fight back. However, if he became a human flesh bag and could only be beaten without being able to fight back, it would be very easy for him to win.
Wearing a thick set of protective gear, Zhang Tie's agility was undeniably affected. After a few more moves, Zhang Tie's reaction slowed down a bit. Seizing the opportunity, the brat kicked Zhang Tie's chest, sending him flying away and heavily falling onto the ground.
This fall made Zhang Tie dizzy. Additionally, he felt suffocated due to the impact on his chest. After quite a while, Zhang Tie finally picked himself up while panting heavily. The moment he picked himself up, Zhang Tie saw Mary wiping off the sweat of the brat with a distressed look. At the same time, she kissed the brat's face heavily twice. 'Brat's face is full of sweat?' The brat's face was still the same, drinking water and looking at Zhang Tie with contempt.
"I thought you were powerful, but it turns out that you're just a piece of trash who couldn't even stand a few moves!"
Zhang Tie felt a bit ashamed to argue with this brat who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. "Do I have to tell you that each time you hit me, you're helping me ripen my Iron Body Fruit? You're actually here to work for me. Ha, how wonderful... "
"Manjusaka Karma Fruit Tree, I love you!" Zhang Tie shouted in his heart...
Behind the hood, a sarcastic smile appeared on Zhang Tie's face. Now that he was relaxed, he didn't care about this failure at all. Standing up, Zhang Tie slightly moved his limbs and took two deep breaths. Except for a bit of pain in his chest, Zhang Tie felt fine and crooked his finger towards the brat.
"Ka Man, despicable!"
… …
Anger flashed across the brat's face as he put down the water bottle and rushed towards Zhang Tie once again. Only seven or eight minutes later, Zhang Tie was once again swept away by the brat's leg and heavily fell onto the ground. He didn't get up until half a minute later.
At this moment, the brat was already panting.
"Ka Man, despicable!"
…
More than twenty minutes later, Zhang Tie's middle gate was broken. Seizing the opportunity, the brat punched Zhang Tie's chest four or five times in a row, forcing Zhang Tie back one step. After Zhang Tie moved back five steps, the brat roared loudly. Before Zhang Tie could respond, he had already lunged forward and heavily hit Zhang Tie's lower abdomen with his elbow. This time, Zhang Tie felt the blood vessels on his neck bulging due to the pain and stars flashing before his eyes...
As his lower abdomen was very soft, Zhang Tie was not sent flying off; instead, his left foot softened as if stepping on cotton. The moment he knelt down, Zhang Tie had felt a gust of wind. Closely after that, he lowered his head and covered his head with his arms.
With a muffled sound of "Peng", Zhang Tie's arms defended against that fierce kick. However, the force was still transmitted to Zhang Tie's body. Zhang Tie was kicked down and rolled on the ground several times. He didn't stop until he was two meters away. After that, he became motionless.
After knocking Zhang Tie down once again, the brat panted heavily while sweating profusely. His eyes were fixed on Zhang Tie who was lying on the ground. Such a fight would consume a lot of physical strength for both the attacker and the defender.
In fact, in the Iron-Thorns Fighting Club, there were very few sparring partners like Zhang Tie who could only serve as human punching bags. Besides being beaten, a sparring partner could also help the members of the fighting club to improve their fighting skills. This could not only be achieved by being beaten, but could also be achieved through verbal and intellectual communication. A senior gunner's sparring partner was actually as valuable as a master teacher who constantly guided others to improve their fighting skills. In the process of sparring, the sparring partner could constantly discover the opponent's flaws, flaws in the opponent's movements, problems in the opponent's attacking rhythm, as well as some serious problems that might be caused by the opponent's special psychological preferences. Thus, the sparring partner could improve the opponent's fighting skills. This was the real value of a sparring partner in a fighting club. Such a golden sparring partner would always be the most valuable figure in a fighting club, together with some powerhouses in the fighting club. As it was Zhang Tie's first time in this industry, his personal level was still too low, so he could not contact the top figures in the industry. However, the opponent he met today was also caused by a woman. Since the opponent was here to beat Zhang Tie, of course, he would not show any mercy. Therefore, Zhang Tie had a hard time today...
If it was someone else at the same age as Zhang Tie who had encountered such a blow, he might have long collapsed. Even if he didn't collapse, after seeing himself being beaten down by a brat several times in a row, he might be filled with frustration and a sense of failure, which would completely weaken his morale.
At this moment, lying on the ground, Zhang Tie was not thinking about these questions, but the kick from that brat. After recovering his composure, Zhang Tie felt that he should not have covered his head with his hands; instead, he should have used the other method suggested by Arnold — to "receive" the kick with his shoulders and back, which were the most resistant parts of his body. That way, he would have a better result and would suffer less damage to himself. When encountering an attack that could not be avoided, one should dodge and defend passively, while the other should take the initiative to receive and receive the attack. With a single thought, the better choice would be the better one. However, dodging and defending were human's instincts. If one wanted to overcome this instinct with a calm mind in a life-and-death situation, he would have to go through a lot of practice.
After thinking this through, Zhang Tie slowly struggled and picked himself up from the ground. "The brat's kicks should have pushed forward the ripening progress of the Iron-Body Fruits in the Castle of Black Iron a bit. Ha, I'm really looking forward to it. Let these brats strike me harder!" "If you work for your elder brother, your elder brother will not pay you. As long as you don't say that your elder brother mistreats child labor, it will be fine. Ha … ha …"
Facing the same thing, different perspectives would bring about completely different feelings, different feelings would bring about different attitudes, and different attitudes would bring about different results. When these different results accumulated one after another, each person would have a different fate. At this moment, Zhang Tie didn't know about this, but facing the strike that most people were afraid of, he didn't even know that he was facing the same thing from a perspective that was different from everyone else's.
Zhang Tie felt that he had started to find pleasure in this seemingly hard and tiring work. This pleasure was like finding the legendary Immortal Spring in the sea of bitterness in the desert. It didn't make him negative or depressed; instead, it made him full of vigor.
As he recovered his physical strength, Zhang Tie slowly picked himself up from the ground. Under the dumbfounded gazes of the brat and Mary, he slowly twisted his neck and body to adapt to the new environment. After that, he crooked his finger towards the brat.
"Ka Man, despicable!"
… …
A few minutes later, Zhang Tie was knocked down once again. However, he picked himself up once again in an optimistic and carefree manner …
"Ka Man, despicable!"
… …
"Ka Man, despicable!"
… …
Outside the field, watching Zhang Tie who was knocked down time and time again, standing up again and again in a carefree manner as if he didn't want to be beaten up enough and was constantly provoking others, Mary's eyes were filled with an unknown fear. In Mary's eyes, Zhang Tie's mask was becoming increasingly ferocious and powerful.
… …
Zhang Tie didn't know how many times he had been beaten up. When he tried to pick himself up from the ground again, he felt extremely sore from head to toe. Over 200 bones in his body had completely fallen apart. Finally, he found that he couldn't stand up at all. Therefore, he could only sit on the ground, panting.
His clothes were completely stuck to his skin due to his sweat, and the sweat on his head even soaked into his eyes, making them feel hot and blurry. Zhang Tie tried to take off the damned mask that almost bent his neck to wipe off his sweat. However, after grabbing his head twice, he failed to grab the string tied to the back of his head. Zhang Tie then found that he couldn't even raise his hands.
A bottle of water rolled to his feet. Barely opening his eyes, Zhang Tie saw the brat sitting on the ground with a pale face. His hair, which had been soaked by sweat, stuck to his head lifelessly. He was drinking a bottle of water in big mouthfuls. The way he looked at Zhang Tie had been replaced by an indescribable feeling. Mary was squatting behind the brat and giving him a restorative massage. Zhang Tie didn't even glance at Zhang Tie.
Without hesitation, Zhang Tie grabbed the glass bottle that had rolled to his feet and opened it. The moment he was going to drink a mouthful of water, he found that he was still wearing a hood and only had a few air holes in his mouth. He didn't want others to find that he was so weak that he didn't even uncover his hood, so he coolly covered the bottle.
The two of them panted heavily as they stared at each other. After a while, the wimpy kid stood up shakily. His face was back to normal again. "Remember my name, I'm Benet, Andrew Benet. Next time, I will definitely beat you until you can't stand up and make you apologize to Mary!"
Zhang Tie didn't want to bicker with such a brat, so he only said, "I'll wait for you here the day after tomorrow …"
The brat and Mary left the room. Watching Mary's back, Zhang Tie couldn't help but tease her again, "Sister Mary, remember our promise in this lifetime!"
Mary's back swayed as if she was going to fall …
'Are my words so powerful?' Zhang Tie curiously scratched his head, only to find that his tentacles were a thick layer of leather. 'F * ck, who invented this mask that's so hard to take off …'
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