Chapter 262 - : Brazilian Jiu-jitsu (1/2)

According to Meng Fan’s demand, he was given eight custom classes with various duration. The longest class was two hours and the shortest was one hour, which meant the training would take three days to complete.

It was a quick-learning regimen.

Basically, the coaches would teach everything they could, and how much was actually learnt was up to Meng Fan.

Meng Fan said so himself, in order to put the coaches at ease.

There were only classes for three days. Meng Fan didn’t care how they turned out, he paid for everything in full. He didn’t ask if Yang Feng really charged him at triple the rate, he just paid what they asked.

The price wasn’t low, but Meng Fan didn’t care about the money.

So he paid the tuition. He just hoped the coaches would teach him well.

After paying the tuition and changing into a uniform, Meng Fan went with an employee to a special training room for Yang Feng. At this time, Yang Feng had also changed into his own uniform.

Meng Fan had done some research. Yang Feng’s uniform was either for wrestling or judo; as for the black belt he wore, he didn’t know if it was authentic.

The uniform fell open in the chest area, maybe intentionally, revealing quite a bit of muscles, which looked convincing.

Yang Feng said proudly, “I’m a champion of the national judo competition. I’m a level one black belt in Brazilian Jiu-jitsu. BJJ isn’t like other martial arts, which just need five or six years. A BJJ black belt needs at least 10 years, and you need to earn it by competing.”

Meng Fan didn’t understand all of his lecture, though the words sounded impressive. He didn’t know the truth to them nor did he care to find out. He didn’t care if Coach Yang was amazing himself, as long as he could teach well.

Just like many fighting disciplines, the boxing coach might not be the best boxer himself, but he’d know boxing really well.

Meng Fan didn’t have big requirements, he just wanted the coach to know his discipline.

Apparently, Yang Feng didn’t think his explanation was enough. He clapped his hands and in walked two students also dressed in BJJ uniforms. Both of them were burly and tall; one had a white belt, the other had a blue belt.

Meng Fan didn’t know what the belts meant.

He just knew the black belt was very powerful. The movies always glamorized it, like so and so was a black belt, level one, and so on.

While the black belt seemed to be the strongest, there were belts above the black belt level. In BJJ, black belts had nine levels. Level seven had a red-black belt, and level nine and above had a red belt.

Of course, if one knew the discipline, they would realize a level nine black belt was not necessarily the best. The levels weren’t decided by competitions alone but by the length of teaching one has done. Also, the red-black belt and the red belt were earned by making special contributions to BJJ.