Chapter 25: Stack the Thickest Armor and Endure the Harshest Hits
Chapter 25: Stack the Thickest Armor and Endure the Harshest Hits
In Fang Cheng’s previous battles—whether against Kanzaki Rin, the tough guys at school, or Yagawa Ryouka—no prompts had ever appeared.
This sudden prompt caught Fang Cheng completely off guard.
Yet it was an unexpected boon.
“Get up! Stop playing dead on the ground, you trash!”
Takeda Masumi kept hurling insults to provoke him.
Fang Cheng had no time to analyze the differences between his past fights and this special training.
He stood up again, irritation still simmering in his heart, but the prompt’s appearance cooled his restless mind.
He attacked Takeda Masumi once more, his movements still direct and devoid of skill.
Takeda Masumi danced around him, twisting her torso with fluid ease to avoid his clumsy fists.
This time, Fang Cheng didn’t rush to land a hit. Instead, he focused on studying her dodging rhythms.
Noticing his newfound calm, Takeda Masumi spat even fouler words, trying to rattle him.
_Kanzaki Rin should hear this and decide who’s got the filthier mouth._
Fang Cheng strained to ignore the verbal barrage. Convinced he’d mapped her evasion patterns, he aimed an experimental strike.
Thud!
The attack missed. Takeda Masumi exploited the opening, flooring him with a sharp punch.
[Combat Training +1]
The prompt’s arrival dulled the sting of defeat.
“Quit lying there and—”
Before Takeda Masumi could finish, Fang Cheng sprang up and lunged at her again.
He maintained his strategy, scrutinizing her motions mid-attack.
Her speed and raw power didn’t surpass his—in strength, she might even be weaker.
But her flawless combat techniques and razor-sharp reflexes bridged the gap, letting her mock him like a circus animal.
Thud!
Fang Cheng hit the ground again.
[Combat Training +1]
He scrambled to his feet before Takeda Masumi could speak, launching another assault.
Thud!
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Thud!
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…
After being knocked down for the twelfth time, Fang Cheng didn’t even pause to catch his breath before lunging at Takeda Masumi again.
He’d realized she didn’t follow a set pattern for dodging. Instead, she predicted his attacks in advance and relied on her lightning-fast reflexes to evade them.
To land a hit, he needed one of two things: either speed beyond her ability to react or the skill to mask his intentions.
The first required boosting his current speed by half. The second demanded combat prowess equal to hers.
Neither could be achieved quickly, but Fang Cheng had his own approach.
He pressed forward, only for Takeda Masumi to exploit an opening, her punch slamming into his chest with a dull thud like metal hitting thick hide.
Fang Cheng staggered but dug his heel into the ground to stay upright, instantly swinging a fist toward her face.
This was his strategy—trade blows and see whose endurance cracked first.
*Crack!*
The punch never reached her face. At the critical moment, she blocked it with her palm.
“Not bad… for a rookie,” Takeda Masumi sneered, though inwardly startled.
Had she hesitated, that strike would’ve struck true.
Fang Cheng kept retaliating despite being knocked down repeatedly, unlike the usual interns who whimpered after a few hits. Even with his healing ability, the pain alone should’ve broken most.
She hid her surprise, taunting instead: “You think I’d fall for something that obvious? Monkeys have better tricks.”
“Did you gargle sewage? Your breath reeks,” Fang Cheng shot back, throwing another punch.
Before it landed, her foot hooked his ankle, yanking him off balance. A kick sent him sprawling.
[Combat Training +1]
Gasping, Fang Cheng rose from the floor and charged again.
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…
He fell and stood, relentless as a machine, immune to pain or fatigue.
Takeda Masumi dominated the fight, but her shock grew. Was he a masochist? Each time he fell, he sprang up eager for more—utterly unlike any masochist she’d known.
Then, after countless knockdowns, the message in Fang Cheng’s vision shifted:
[Combat +1]
He climbed to his feet, his body suddenly feeling lighter, sharper.
Filled with excitement, Fang Cheng lunged at Takeda Masumi again, aiming for her face as usual.
Takeda Masumi knew her mouth annoyed people. Many wanted to punch that face.
She guarded her face most carefully, easily predicting Fang Cheng’s punch and dodging backward.
His fist grazed past her cheek. Her skin felt the sharp wind from his strike, stinging slightly.
“What…?”
Her heart skipped a beat. Her judgment had been off.
Fang Cheng kept pressing his assault after missing.
Though still using straightforward attacks, he now chose angles based on their distance and movements instead of wild swings.
Takeda Masumi dodged his fists, but her surprise kept growing.
She could still read his attack intentions, yet his strikes had become efficient and precise.
Focusing purely on defense, she lost her advantage against Fang Cheng’s suddenly stronger attacks.
He threw a heavy punch at her chest. She blocked with crossed arms but still slid back into the ropes.
Arms throbbing, she stared at Fang Cheng with raw shock.
This guy had grown from a clueless rookie to combat-ready in such a short timeline.
Had she not witnessed it herself, she’d never believe someone could get stronger so fast through mere dozens of beatings.
“Come on!”
Fang Cheng yelled triumphantly, “Where’s your skill now? Bring it! Again!”
After endless beatings, seeing his counterattack chance thrilled him.
Takeda Masumi stormed forward, face dark. “Think this puny skill lets you challenge me? Don’t get cocky, brat. I’ll show you real combat.”
Fang Cheng knew she wasn’t bluffing. She’d only defended until now.
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Her first attack was coming.
He met it eagerly, blood burning. To survive this dangerous world, he had to beat this woman.
As they closed in, Fang Cheng barely raised his fists before Takeda Masumi vanished from his gaze.
“Shit!”
He spun around, catching only her afterimage.
Then his jaw exploded with pain. He soared through the air, spinning full circle before smashing onto the mat.
[Combat Training +1]