Chapter 336: The art of striking (2/2)

However, it was a relief for Ben as he went back to his side of the cage, feeling a little better when he saw Valentina watching him, until he remembered he was losing. His face wasn't looking too pretty either. Although they were both wearing headgear, the punches still left some bruises when they hit the right place.

Ricardo's face became serious as he gave Ben some water. ”I told you. Feint! Feint! Lure the opponent in before attacking.”

Ben didn't know what the hell he was talking about. This old man tended to spout random nonsense like it was a Karate Kid movie. In any case, break time was soon over and Ben soon went back to spar another round.

Ricardo sighed as he watched Ben's back. He'd been trying to teach Ben the art of strategy, drilling in the classic principles from his favorite strategy books, however…

Ben soon unleashed his best strategy. ”You look like a deep-fried Justin Bieber.”

His opponent twitched. He was looking a little weird…

Even so…

*Pow* *Pow*

He soon recovered.

”Tsk” Ben went back to covering up. He'd learning while training that people who trained standup were more resistant to his verbal attacks. He guesses it was that they possessed higher willpower from taking strikes. It also made it difficult to chain insults when he was receiving strikes to the head. That meant standup wasn't as easy as BJJ for Ben. That was natural though, because he wasn't able to utilize his strongest weapon—his d*ck.

His curses weren't working well either. Seeing this Ricardo sighed. In fact, he appreciated Ben's cursing. Somehow, it was effective in BJJ and even during striking, to a degree, but that wouldn't be enough.

Ben was also becoming frustrated. He'd been getting beaten on like this for some days now. Still, what was he supposed to do?

*Pow* *Pow*

As punches rained down on his guard, Ben knit his eyebrows underneath as he stared hard at his opponent. 'How can I fight?' His curses weren't working. His strikes weren't landing, and he had become a human punching bag. Yet, he never gave up, always looking for a way, and because of that, at this moment, Ben saw something as he stared at the opponent's chest. 'Huh?' Ben had a sudden intuition, and moved his head to the left.

*Fwoosh*

His opponent's right fist passed right by his face, but Ben almost didn't react as he continued to stare somewhere with intensity, and for the first time in a long time—it wasn't at a pair of tits.