Chapter 52: Confession
Chapter 52: Confession
If it hadn’t been someone familiar, they definitely wouldn’t have recognized that it was Shokuba.
However, Fang Jing trusted his own eyesight. That height and build—even if the other person was disguised, someone familiar would still have a chance of recognizing them. Moreover, his memory was quite good, so he definitely couldn’t have mistaken the person.
Why would Shokuba appear at such a time? Who was that person she was beating up? …Could it have something to do with the English teacher Sasamori who committed suicide?
Fang Jing naturally thought of this point, but as for what the truth actually was, he had no way of knowing.
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“I’m not in a very good mood. I might break one of your arms, or maybe shatter your jawbone. Or perhaps I’ll break a few of your bones. Anyway, you don’t have much time. Before I lose my patience, you’d better confess honestly…”
Numakawa heard this slightly high-pitched voice. He could only guess it was a child—no, probably a woman.
The other person had suddenly taken advantage of the carelessness of him and his two companions, attacking from behind in an instant.
This person’s weapons were two lightweight telescopic batons made of polyester material. “He” must have studied martial arts like Filipino stick fighting, and could easily defeat the three of them, who often got into fights and had practical combat experience.
Moreover, “he” very easily took down two of them, then dragged Numakawa into a separate alley.
Whack!
Next, Numakawa only felt a burning, fiery pain on his face.
His teeth were also broken. He opened his mouth and spat out a bloody phlegm, and the blood-stained broken teeth fell onto the dirty ground.
Thump.
Numakawa’s chest was kicked again, and he slumped down into a garbage bag.
A foot stepped on his ribs, continuously applying pressure, aggravating his unbearable bone pain.
“Don’t hit me, please stop hitting me, I beg you!”
Numakawa couldn’t hold on any longer. He began to beg for mercy.
“This kind of drug… only you sell it privately.”
Shokuba Haruka shook the small medicine bottle in her hand, which contained blue pills.
“There’s no supply around here, and no major forces are involved. You specifically sell these drugs to high school students nearby. I just want to know… what exactly is this?”
“It’s not anything dangerous, just ordinary amphetamines, ketamine, and some synthetic drugs…”
“Exactly. The problem is, you’ve mixed some other stuff in there, right?”
Shokuba Haruka had been investigating for a long time and had finally caught some clues.
“This has nothing to do with us. The supply was delivered by someone specifically. To put it bluntly, we just sell the stuff. As for who exactly it is, we don’t know. The goods are the same—we have no idea what those pills are for…”
“You’re joking… You mean you don’t even know what it is?”
Shokuba Haruka naturally didn’t believe his nonsense.
“We really don’t know. The quantity of that goods isn’t large, and it sells really fast. Besides, we have an agreement with the delivery person—we can’t touch the goods without permission…”
Numakawa lay on his side on the ground, clutching his injured area, clearly uneasy.
“Then what about the delivery person? Who is the person who contacts you?”
“You mean the delivery person… Let me think.”
Numakawa fell into deep thought. His gaze grew increasingly vacant, his vision losing focus.
“Wait, I think… I think I can’t remember. It should be a man… No, it’s a woman… No, no, that person is an old man…”
For some reason, Numakawa’s expression became increasingly strange. His entire face began to contort, and snot and tears streamed out.
He suddenly opened his mouth wide, letting out frantic laughter, as if he had lost his mind.
“…”
Shokuba Haruka was clearly startled. She took a step back. Numakawa had gone mad for some reason. He knelt on the ground, laughing hysterically while continuously banging his head against the ground until it started bleeding.
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For most people, there were no shortcuts on the path of practicing fist techniques. The only viable option to reach the peak in fist technique skill was diligent and hard training.
“But obviously, I would be an exception.”
After staying at the Boxing Dojo for about a month, Fang Jing naturally learned all the fist techniques in the Rigid Fist and Gentle Fist methods of Shaolin Kempo. This included the five Rigid Fist techniques: Nio, Sangou, Hakuren, Jiou, Hakuri; and the five Gentle Fist techniques: Ryuo, Ryuge, Goka, Kongo, Rakan.
Through intermittent instruction from Akasaka and the departed senior Xuan Zao, he had fully mastered all ten of these fist techniques. With the ten fist techniques completed, the status bar for the sub-item “Sakaki’s Shaolin Kempo” also changed to Elementary Level.
More importantly, his strength, speed, and stamina had all risen to a new level.
Strength Attribute: 4.3;
Stamina Attribute: 5.4;
Speed Attribute: 4.1;
When he stood naked in front of the Mirror in the bathroom, he could feel that the muscles all over his body were like cast iron, demonstrating unparalleled endurance and explosive power. As his physique became more perfect, he could also understand that his physical constitution was rapidly improving.
“I have a feeling that just breaking through the value of 5 in the Three Core Attributes will break through an invisible bottleneck. And right now, only one of my attributes, Stamina, has broken through the value of 5…”
Fang Jing guessed that the limit for normal humans, that is, the limits for strength, stamina, and speed, should be 10. In other words, no matter how much an ordinary person trains, there is a limit to the body.
To put it in scientists’ terms: the human body’s athletic potential is like a fine horse. While it can run indefinitely, there is always a rein holding it back—this is our body’s physiological structure.
If everyone could enhance indefinitely through training, then everyone in this world would have a chance to become Super Saiyans.
Based on the scale of his own attribute growth, he estimated the human body’s limit to be around the value of 10.
However, this was just an estimated value. Currently, Fang Jing had never seen a human with such powerful strength.
The concept of physiological limits exists for the fragile human flesh and blood. He had also watched Olympic games and other sports events. He felt that the athletes in this world were generally stronger than those in his original world.
At least, many world records that were difficult to break in the original world had been broken in this world. Moreover, sports events were more developed in this world.
This was probably a difference brought about by the parallel world!
He could only assume so.
Same as the past few days, he practiced fist techniques with the other disciples in the Boxing Dojo.
At six o’clock, Akasaka suddenly told him that the teacher, Sakaki Tetsuhei, had something to discuss with him.
Fang Jing was stunned for a moment but soon calmly walked towards the room behind the Boxing Dojo.
“Nishizuka, you’re here.”
Hearing the knock, Sakaki Tetsuhei nodded to him.
“Speaking of which, you’ve been diligently practicing fist techniques all this time. How do you feel about your progress recently?”
“It’s okay. I’ve learned a lot of basics, but there’s still plenty I’m lacking.”
Sakaki Tetsuhei chuckled and said, “Your straightforward character isn’t very likable, but your little tricks can’t fool me. Speak up! How many of the ten fist techniques in the Rigid and Gentle Fist methods have you learned so far? Is it five, or six… Don’t tell me you’ve learned eight?”
As expected, he couldn’t hide it.
After all, the other party was an experienced veteran and an outstanding martial artist. He had probably noticed his condition.
After thinking for a moment, Fang Jing saw no point in continuing to hide it. He spoke directly: “I’m sorry, teacher. I have already learned all ten fist techniques.”
This time, Sakaki Tetsuhei couldn’t help but gasp, his face unable to conceal his shock.