Facing this elder, this guide Kuchai took a step back. He waited until this elder finished his meal, before clasping his hands together and bowing as he spoke.
"Respected Grandmaster Yabile, I've brought him here."
At this moment, this old man known as Grandmaster Yabile raised his head. He was obviously not young, his back was slightly stooped. He was clad in black clothes and black trousers. Most importantly, his head was covered with a hoodie. If one brushed past him, one would only be able to see the lower half of his face. His exposed skin had a sickly white complexion, with the wrinkles and sagging characteristics of old people. It appeared as though he had been chopped by an axe.
"You wish to learn fist techniques?"
The guide shook his head.
"Not me."
Sheyan took a huge step forward, clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully.
"I wish to learn fist techniques."
Grandmaster Yabile didn't return the greeting, allowing Sheyan to bow there. He then turned to the guide and sighed.
"After not seeing you for a year, Kuchai, your body seems to have a huge problem."
Guide Kuchai was stunned.
"Not at all, my body is still fine. Last month, the company just gave me a checkup. "
Grandmaster Yabile smiled faintly as he surveyed his surroundings. Then, he noticed several leftover aluminum wires by the side of the window. Walking over, he casually picked up one of them and bent it roughly 20 times. Naturally, the aluminum wire snapped apart. Following that, he picked up another one and continued bending it 7-8 times. Then, he placed it in front of Kuchai.
"My child, can you discern any problems with this aluminum wire?"
Kuchai took a deep breath and shook his head.
"I can't."
Grandmaster Yabile earnestly continued.
"Even if you use ordinary inspection methods, you still won't be able to discern any problems with this aluminum wire that I've bent 7-8 times. However, you definitely can't say that it doesn't contain any hidden dangers. Just like the hidden illness in your body, even if you can't detect it, you can't deny its existence."
Kuchai deeply bowed in respect.
"Grandmaster, please save me."
Grandmaster Yabile frowned slightly. Unknowingly, this frown of his naturally emanated an aura of prestige. This caused the person who spoke to feel as though he couldn't be offended, as he timidly took a step back. However, the overall feeling he gave off was still one word:
— Gentle.
Even if that gentleness was augmented with dignity.
"If you want your illness to be completely cured, you have to give up your current life and come back here to be a monk. You have to stay away from the corruption and corruption outside!"
At this moment, Kuchai lifted his head and earnestly asked.
"Master, I'd rather die earlier. If I can't earn enough money to change the face of my hometown, I'll never give up."
Grandmaster Yabile sighed deeply and waved his hand.
"Bagu heard that you're coming. He has something to tell you."
Kuchai nodded as he patted Sheyan's shoulder and walked out the door. Only then did Grandmaster Yabile raise his head to glance at Sheyan. The latter was still maintaining his posture of bowing with his palms clasped together. Grandmaster Yabile snorted as he strode forward to pinch Sheyan's bones and muscles. Then, he bluntly called out.
"Naizhu!"
A roughly 17-18 year old thai lady dashed out from behind. Her skin was slightly tanned as she pulled back her hair and asked.
"What's the matter?"
Grandmaster Yabile then spoke to Sheyan.
"This person is here for training. Seems like he has a certain foundation. Give him the second set of training regimen. Also, since he's someone brought here by Kuchai, then I'll only charge him 5,000 USD as a training fee."
Naizhu replied.
"Alright, it seems like big brother Kuchai has already paid the fee. It's double of the previous one."
Grandmaster Yabile's brows twitched. However, he didn't say anything. After Sheyan heard this, he abruptly stood out and said.
"Grandmaster Yabile, I wish to directly enter the most arduous training regimen. Money isn't an issue."
Grandmaster Yabile raised his eyes to glare at him and berated.
"What's a youngster like you being so impatient for?"
Sheyan stared into his eyes and replied without cowering.
"I insist."
Grandmaster Yabile coughed several times and pointed to Sheyan sternly.
"We'll talk after you complete the second set of training regimen. Go out now and change your clothes. We'll begin training in the afternoon!"
Sheyan bowed humbly to Grandmaster Yabile before following Naizhu out.
Sheyan bowed humbly to Grandmaster Yabile before following Naizhu out. Of course, he had already followed Reef's instructions. Through his nightmare imprint, he had restricted his various attributes and regenerative capabilities to roughly 1.5 times that of an ordinary person. Thus, he was roughly on par with the muay thai fighters around him. If not, no matter how arduous the training was, it wouldn't be able to squeeze out that mysterious potential within his body. That innate talent!
Following this, Sheyan's life was dry and dull. Naizhu had brought out a schedule. The first item was to wake up at 6am and jog.
This exercise was to enhance one's endurance and strengthen one's leg muscles. It was extremely beneficial for a muay thai fighter to attack and defend in the arena. Muay thai masters generally acknowledged running as the foundation of their martial arts. As for Sheyan, because he was directly involved in the second set of training regimen, he was required to run barefoot with sandbags strapped to his calves.
After running 10 km around the village at a constant speed, they could return to the village for breakfast. Breakfast here was served with fresh green banana leaves placed directly on the wooden table, steaming hot. After that, everyone used the spoon in front of them to scoop the food into their bowls, and then used the small plates in front of them to scoop the food into their bowls.
The rice was freshly cooked dry rice, snow white and piping hot. There were only two dishes; a fish wrapped in mint leaves, and shredded meat with soy sauce that resembled sweet and sour pork ribs.
However, these two dishes deeply hurt Sheyan's appetite. The shredded meat's flavor was actually a mixture of sweetness and spiciness, as though a can of coke was poured into braised beef noodles. As for the fish, it had a minty flavor mixed with an incomparably strange sourness. Frowning, Sheyan swiftly found a piece of lime within the fish's stomach … …..
At this moment, Sheyan sighed as he glanced around, missing the tofu cream dearly. Instead, he saw a robust man trying to squeeze some soy sauce onto the fish. He tried to beg for a little, but was quickly defeated by the rotting fish and prawn smell. As it turns out, this condiment known as fish sauce was also known as white soy sauce. Its method was similar to China's soy sauce, where small fish and prawns were fermented.
Thus, Sheyan clenched his teeth, and could only head to the kitchen to ask for some soy sauce and rice. Fortunately, Thailand's fragrant rice was world famous, and this little village was extremely remote. Using the common saying, it was green, natural and pollution-free. The rice was snow white and tender, and after chewing a few times, an indescribable sweetness could be felt. Sheyan consecutively ate 4 big bowls, before heaving a sigh of contentment and rubbing his belly in satisfaction.
After resting for half an hour, the newcomers had to wear down jackets and cotton-padded jackets to start skipping rope. They had to jump at least a hundred times per minute! Jumping down like this, dripping with sweat would evaporate the moisture in their body. Furthermore, it could increase the agility of the body, and increase the body's reaction speed.
Sheyan even observed, as a few boxers swung their rope, producing an incomparably oppressive buzzing sound in the air. It seemed like they had to jump at least 200 times per minute. What was even more outrageous was, while the 3 boxers on the right were skipping rope, someone was hurling plastic balls at their heads! The red plastic balls required them to dodge, while the white plastic balls required them to directly use their heads to knock them away!
During this period, once someone made a mistake, the supervisor by the side would brandish a leather whip, and forcefully lash their body. Every lash would leave an incomparably mournful trail of blood, showing no mercy whatsoever. Sheyan observed that the boxers' bodies were covered in dense scars, both old and new. Evidently, they had suffered immeasurable pain.
Witnessing such a scene, Sheyan wasn't alarmed but instead delighted. He could feel that only with such a harsh systematic training, could he truly unleash his innate ability! Therefore, he meticulously completed the training.
After completing the skipping rope training, they rested for half an hour before continuing with their running. But this time, they had to do a weight-bearing cross-country running exercise on the mountain behind the village, lasting roughly 2 hours.
After eating lunch, they would continue with their rest. This rest period was relatively long, lasting until 4 pm. Probably due to the greater amount of exercise in the morning.
Following that, they would execute shadow strikes (punches towards the air), and exercise their limbs.
Striking the sandbag, Sheyan was taught to circle the sandbag in a regular pattern. While honing his footwork, he would also choose different positions, angles, and distances to launch his attacks. Moreover, he observed some muay thai boxers who were in high spirits during their training. They would leap left and right, and simultaneously use their knees to strike the sandbag. Even the sandbag and frame would groan under the pressure, and could be described as extremely ferocious.
The final sequence was naturally sparring and actual combat. But this time, a rookie like Sheyan had nothing to do. He was changed into a pair of shorts and brought to a room by the side.
This room was completely empty, but the concrete floor was filled with numerous holes. Furthermore, the concrete floor was stained with purplish black stains, giving off an indescribably cruel and tragic atmosphere. Sheyan scanned his surroundings, thinking in his heart, could it be that he had arrived at a place of torture and interrogation?
Naizhu brought in a wooden stick wrapped in leather, before inserting it into the concrete hole to secure it. She then instructed Sheyan to stand still and kick with the inner side of his calf, and not directly kick with the sole of his shoe. He only needed to break this wooden stick that was as thick as a bowl's mouth before he could rest. Sheyan then proceeded to do so. (To be continued.) If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes to me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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