The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 644: Intensive Special Training (7)

The boxing gym was still lit late at night. Even at this time, there were still people sweating inside. The sound of footsteps moving on the floor and the muffled sound of fists hitting protective gear could be heard constantly.

In the octagonal cage, Inuyama Heita was fully armed and wearing protective gear, and he took a boxing stance. He nimbly dodged King Kong's attack and punched his opponent on the chin. Although there was a huge size difference between them and their weight was not in the same heavyweight class, King Kong took a few steps back with unsteady steps, feeling a little dizzy.

Inuyama Heita asked, "Kongo, is everything okay?"

"Tsk." Kongo steadied his steps, took a deep breath, regrouped, looked at Inuyama Heita, and said with a smile: "You think you can defeat me with this level of attack? You are far from enough, Heitaro! Come again!"

Inuyama Heita nodded, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to continue fighting. King Kong finally found the feeling, his blood began to boil, and when he was ready to avenge his previous shame, a whistle sounded.

Beep beep~ Qian Xiaoyi lay outside the cage and looked at them, holding a whistle in his mouth, and said: "King Kong, your blood energy has recovered, right? Then continue the previous special training. Come out quickly and don't waste time."

King Kong's face immediately fell, revealing a painful expression: "Mr. Qian, I just felt better..."

Qian Xiaoyi was like a coach, wearing a whistle on his chest, crossing his arms, and sneered, "If we wait until you fully recover, won't this special training be meaningless? Hurry up."

King Kong walked out of the octagon cage reluctantly, followed closely by Inuyama Heita. They were already drenched in sweat and were breathing heavily, but neither of them took off their protective gear because they knew it wouldn't be long before they would be back in the octagon cage to fight again, so there was no need to do so.

The two entered the lounge. There were two chairs facing each other in the middle of the lounge. Talismans and some candles were placed around the chairs. It looked like some kind of magic circle. The two sat on the chairs and looked at each other tiredly.

"Calm down." Qian Xiaoyi lit a candle and then turned off the lights in the room, making the atmosphere in the whole room weird.

Compared to the passionate atmosphere outside, the atmosphere in this lounge is much more normal.

As Qian Xiaoyi chanted the spell, Kongo and Inuyama Heita both felt a chill creeping up their backs.

After Qian Xiaoyi felt that it was almost done, he nodded to Inuyama Heita and said, "It should be OK. Try to summon Xiaotian."

Inuyama Heita took out the dark red tie, closed his eyes, and a shadow that only three people could see emerged from his body.

"Overtime, overtime at this time... Section Chief, you bastard! Go to hell! Get hit by a car!" The thing muttered, and one could vaguely see that it had a wretched middle-aged man's face.

King Kong swallowed his saliva, his face full of helplessness.

"Go, Mr. Oda." Heita Inuyama said.

"For the salary!" The phantom entangled King Kong. The nausea-inducing feeling continued to stimulate King Kong's senses, causing his emotions, which had just become a little normal, to become disordered again, and he became gloomy and depressed.

Qian Xiaoyi watched from the side and said, "King Kong, don't resist. Take the initiative to adapt to that feeling. When you can control this feeling freely, your special training will be successful."

"I know..." King Kong said through gritted teeth. After a while, King Kong's mind became a little dazed. If he mobilized his mind to resist, he could fight this thing for a long time, but if he didn't resist at all, he would be worse than Inuyama Heita.

Seeing King Kong slumped in the chair with a dazed look in his eyes, Qian Xiaoyi suddenly turned on the light, clapped his hands, and said, "Okay, go out to the octagonal cage and stimulate your blood!"

Inuyama Heita took back the power of the human-faced dog, and Kongo suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath, like a stranded fish. He widened his eyes and took a long time to stand up weakly. He said weakly: "This special training is really difficult... I would rather meditate under the waterfall. Ah~ I really want to get off work... Eh? What did I say?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Qian Xiaoyi said ruthlessly, "Get out now! I'll push you to your limits so you can go home and sleep!"

Then, they returned to the octagonal cage and started the same process as before. It was still Inuyama Heita who launched the attack, stimulating King Kong's blood and using the aura of the boxing gym to allow King Kong to recover quickly and enter the next round.

Qian Xiaoyi was watching silently at the side. The inspiration for this special training for King Kong came from a sport Qian Xiaoyi had seen called "chess boxing".

As the name suggests, after finishing a round of boxing, the two players must quickly go off the field to play a chess game while their brains are still not calm, and then go back on the field. The two kinds of competitions, one dynamic and one static, one cold and one hot, are combined together to form a wonderful effect. The players must quickly switch their states between calm thinking and fierce hand-to-hand combat.

King Kong's biggest weakness is that his blood is too powerful, which makes the basic skills that many psychics have ineffective in him because of his vigorous blood. For example, King Kong's inspiration and vague clairvoyance are not even as good as those of ordinary people.

When Qian Xiaoyi met him for the first time, this guy couldn't even see ghosts clearly outside the ghost realm.

The purpose of this training is to let King Kong learn how to control his own qi and blood, and to train Inuyama Heita at the same time.

Just as Qian Xiaoyi was concentrating on observing King Kong's condition outside the octagonal cage, a strange voice suddenly appeared.

"Is the boy who practiced with King Kong your apprentice? Although he is still a novice, he has good habits."

Qian Xiaoyi turned around and found that there was an extra person next to him, but he didn't notice it at all.

"Ah, Mr. Tachikawa." When King Kong heard this, he turned his head and looked outside, but was hit in the nose by Inuyama Heita, which made him feel very painful.

The muscular man called Mr. Tachikawa said, "King Kong, since this is a competition, don't be dazed."

Then Lichuan said to Qian Xiaoyi: "I am the owner of this place, Lichuan Daisuke. I couldn't sleep at night so I came to see you. I am also a little curious about why King Kong applied to use the venue... Are you also a fighter?"

Qian Xiaoyi shook his head: "No, I'm just King Kong's friend. The boy who was sparring with King Kong on the stage was interested in this aspect, so he asked King Kong to teach him. I came here to watch the fun."

"It looks like that boy is a boxer." Tachikawa nodded. "This posture should be trained by a master. It feels familiar. It reminds me of a former player, but he has retired now... But King Kong, how did he fight like this? This is not the way to let the opponent win, right?"

(End of this chapter)