Please ask the dream.

Chapter 561 So that’s it
In the next few days, Feng Xue's training was extremely painful. It was not because the training intensity was high or he was beaten by the instructor every day, but the training he underwent in this dream was completely contrary to his usual fighting style.

Even though you can easily dodge the attack, you insist on using your body to resist it. Even though you can easily counter the move, you have to let it attack you. Even though the situation can be resolved with a series of attacks, you insist on dragging it out like a turn-based game where you hit each other one after another.

All of this is like asking a person who is used to the rules of tennis to play badminton. Although these two seemingly very similar sports actually differ in many details. And these seemingly insignificant details are the key to causing people torture and pain.

Even when he has accepted the rules and intends to train according to what the other party says, his instinct will protest. The habit that has been engraved into his subconscious mind will enable him to respond the moment he feels the attack.

"You who! Why is it you again? How many times have I told you that this is not your stinking ditch? Don't use that low-class rat-like fighting method! Throw away all the things you used to survive! You have to be a tough guy! Do you understand?"

The instructor's roar came again. Feng Xue's expression was stiff, but he seemed to have finally accepted his fate and began to edit rules for himself in his mind.

Rules can be used as a means to lure the enemy, and of course they can also be used for one's own benefit, but the problem is that Feng Xue needs more information to perfect this fighting style.

Because you are saying that it is a stupid way to fight without dodging or evading, right? That is not the case. For example, the instructor will also teach you how to avoid damage when encountering attacks such as ward poking and crotch kicking, but this avoidance is not the kind of full avoidance, but to cause the attack to be dislocated with the smallest amplitude, so as to achieve the posture of "as if being hit", highlighting the feeling that even if you can't resist it, you have to make people feel that you have resisted it.

This makes the writing of rules much more difficult. If you want to simply resist, then you just need to ban dodge, but this style of play requires accurate judgment of every variable. For example, when encountering kidney shots or liver shots, you can buffer by tightening your muscles; when encountering wards, you need to lower your head slightly...

Although all these coping methods seem easy to say, because everyone's physique, physical fitness, and attack strength are different, when they are actually faced, they require more detailed operations than dodging.

All these things made Feng Xue highlight a problem:

What are you trying to achieve?

You know, even if you really do everything the instructor says perfectly, you will still get hurt. The only difference is how much. Although using abdominal muscles to block the attack is less harmful than being hit in the kidney, you only need to turn around slightly, avoid the attack and then elbow your opponent. Not only will you not get hurt, but you can also take your opponent away directly.

But no matter what, with the help of the rules, Feng Xue was finally able to restrain his killer instinct, and the training was finally on the right track. Although this would make him feel a beat slow when fighting, this did not seem to be a disadvantage. On the contrary, after the instructor discovered that he was a beat slow to react, he patted him on the shoulder happily and praised him for finally getting it.

"So why is this happening?"

After overcoming the problems caused by instinct, training became completely effortless for Feng Xue. He was able to focus more on the Microcosm and the Power of the God of Poverty, but at the same time, the accumulated doubts continued to increase, because he really couldn't understand the meaning of this kind of training, until -

"Alright, boys, take a break this afternoon!"

After lunch, the burly instructor patted his belly and yelled, but there was no cheering in the cafeteria. Instead, there was an inexplicable silence. Just when Feng Xue was wondering if this was some kind of jargon, the instructor casually poured a glass of sports drink into his mouth and said:

"Okay, stop being such a coward. I'll take you to a match tonight and show you what a real fight is like!"

"Is it finally here?" Feng Xue felt a bit of anticipation when hearing his buddies who were training together finally start to make noise, because he really couldn't understand in what kind of occasion this kind of fighting style would be used!
...In the evening, just like a junior high school sightseeing group, the little fat kids led by three burly men in the fin-de-siècle style got on a bus and drove on a street with a cyberpunk atmosphere. But Feng Xue noticed that the kids around them, who were no older than fourteen and ten, did not show any curiosity about the outside world after months of training.

On the contrary, they all looked as if they had seen enough, and their eyes were basically focused on the front of the car, obviously expecting the car to arrive as soon as possible.

"In other words, these kids, including the person I'm possessed by now, are all from the local area, just like the instructors often say, kids from the 'stinking ditch'? And for some reason, they were selected to participate in this kind of training?"

Feng Xue pondered in his heart, wondering if this was a special operation to target rich people, but soon, as the car drove into the parking lot behind a huge and magnificent building, Feng Xue finally understood everything -

"I think I know a little bit about where the arena in the Dreamland that sends gladiators to the core area came from."

Led by the instructor, a group of children came to a large box marked as reserved for contestants. This gave Feng Xue, who had studied at the Green Theater, a sense of déjà vu.

But back then, they were watching an elegant stage play, but now, it's...

"Gentlemen! Ladies! Welcome everyone. I believe you are all familiar with today's contestants, but in order to take care of the new audience, please allow me to introduce them to you..."

The slightly harsh commentary came from the loudspeakers in all directions, but Feng Xue's gaze passed over the stands and looked towards the fighting arena in the middle of the venue.

This ring looks similar to a boxing ring, with a structure of pillars + side ropes, but it is as big as nine boxing rings put together.

The ring itself looks like a hard stone platform. If you fall on it, it will not be comparable to the soft ring for performances. However, in comparison, what is more terrifying is the thorny ropes. If it is scratched, although it is not fatal, it will definitely cause blood to fly everywhere.

At this moment, on both sides of the ring, there was a muscular man wearing only a pair of shorts but with his face covered tightly, who was posing in arrogant postures to meet the commentator's introduction.

"Oh, so it's the legendary exhibition match that cannot be avoided - professional wrestling!" Feng Xue nodded thoughtfully. Although the risk of the ring seemed a bit high, it was not unbearable for an architect.

But soon, he felt a little confused, because, at the moment when the two men walked into the ring amid the noisy and deliberately drawn-out commentary, several architects immediately sat at the four corners of the ring, and then, a completely transparent hemispherical shield enveloped the entire ring.

Judging from Feng Xue's attainments in architectural design, this thing is definitely not just for show!

"Does the ring battle warrant such a big show?"

(End of this chapter)