108 A Little More Intense Training (1/2)

Tang Shaoyang was standing in front of Lu An separated by five meters.

”Are you sure, Boss?” Lu An was hesitating as he asked for confirmation. This was just the usual morning routine, but this morning his Boss asked him for sparring.

”Yes! Come to me with all you have! Don't try holding back or you will regret it!” Tang Shaoyang motioned his hand to Lu An to come at him.

Since the last fight against the Death Reaper, he found out that he was weak against a monster with a fast movement. Lu An was one who was the fastest in the base, sparring against Lu An might help him.

”Alright…” Lu An took a deep breath. He was in a state of excitement and nervousness at the same time. Tang Shaoyang was someone he looked up to, he admired the Boss but at the same time, he also wanted to know how strong His Boss was. This sparring might be his chance to know that.

Swoosh!

He did as Tang Shaoyang told him to, not holding back. He charged forward as fast as possible. Because this was a spar, they fought with their fist. Lu An sent his fist to Tang Shaoyang's chest, that was the plan before he saw his Boss's fist aimed at his face.

He stopped right before the fist could hit his face and moved to the side. The young man created a distance from his opponent, shock could be seen on his face. He did not expect Tang Shaoyang to read his movements.

The latter merely smirked at him, ”You can use your skill if you want,” the taunt did not work at Lu An. He was standing still on the spot, trying to analyze what just happened. But he could not think of another possibility aside from his movement being easily seen by his Boss.

'Let's find out if it was luck or Boss actually could see my movements,' with those thoughts, Lu An rushed over again. He was not holding back with his speed.

Swoosh!

His figure blurred once again as he prepared another fist. This time, he changed his target to the face of Boss. But the same scene was getting repeated as a fist was ready to greet him in the face. Lu An was prepared for this, he ducked his head and rolled down on the ground to avoid the fist. He managed to dodge the fist but a kick landed right on his belly.

Bugh!

The kick was hard and it produced a loud noise in the field. Zhang Mengyao who watched the sparring from the side had a change of expression when she heard the sound. She was sure the kick was hurt a lot.

Lu Na was rolling down on the ground while clutching his belly. His body only stopped when he hit the trunk. The tough Lu An did not immediately stand up, he was clutching his belly in pain as he was coughing so hard.

”I told you, you will regret it if you don't go all out!” Tang Shaoyang was controlling his strength so he was sure that Lu An should be fine. He was taunting the young man instead of checking his condition.

Looking at Lu An's expression, Tang Shaoyang could not help but let out a sigh. Lu An was more inexperienced than him in fighting, he overlooked this fact. Did he see Lu An's movements? No, he just saw Lu An's blurred figure, it was too fast that his eyes failed to catch the whole movement. However, he learned something new from the last fight against the Death Reaper. Lu An's move was a straight line toward him which was basically very easy to read so it was very easy to counter as well.

”You are not fighting against the zombies or the beast. They might not be able to see and predict your move, but me, I can't see your movement as well but I can predict yours! You should try to attack from a different angle or try to feint your move as well! Come again!” Tang Shaoyang motioned the young Lu An to come at him with his hand.

Lu An understood his Boss's words, but he was stubborn with his thoughts, 'Can you predict this then?'

[Dash]

He activated his dash and his figure flashed toward Tang Shaoyang. This time, Tang Shaoyang was caught off guard by Lu An's speed.

Bugh!

Lu An's fist successfully landed right on Tang Shaoyang chest. From the impact, Tang Shaoyang grunted heavily as he was forced to take a few steps backward. But that was it, the fist only managed to push him back.

”Don't you dare to daze in the middle of fighting, you may lose your life!” Despite the suffocating pain in his chest, Tang Shaoyang managed to hold his foothold and countered with a spinning kick to Lu An's waist.

The young man tried to block the kick with both of his arms, but the overwhelming force from the kick dominated him. He was sent flying to the side once again as throbbing pain assaulted his wrists.