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Chapter 328 The Fighting Training Room, The Strange Neighbor
Fang Cheng smiled at his master's question and casually replied:

“A friend asked me to leave it here. He runs a pork business downstairs and doesn’t have enough space.”

The reason was reasonable, and the worker didn't think much of it, nodding with a smile.

They had just gone through tremendous effort to fit this enormous object perfectly into the designated spot in the kitchen.

Then came the bed, wardrobe, cabinets, table and chairs, sofa, bookshelves...

One by one, brand-new pieces of furniture were moved into the empty room and placed in their respective positions.

The unfinished house, which originally echoed with hollow sounds, is being filled little by little by these objects, gradually taking on the warmth and outline of a "home".

More than half an hour later, everything was back in its place.

Fang Cheng readily settled the wages and saw off the sweating workers.

Click.

With a soft click of the lock turning, the heavy security door was gently closed.

The room instantly became completely silent.

All that remained was the indistinct white noise, a mixture of cars and ocean waves, coming from afar outside the window.

Fang Cheng's eyes shone as he looked around at his nascent "new home."

The living room is furnished with a row of brand-new dark gray fabric sofas, and the bedroom has a spacious and comfortable single bed.

In the kitchen, the huge freezer stood quietly, exuding the fresh smell of new plastic.

Everything resembled the dwelling of an ordinary single man—simple and practical.

Apart from--

Based on his unique needs, the living room was almost entirely transformed into a "fighting training room".

The walls and ceilings here are lined with thick soundproof plasterboard.

The surface is painted with a light blue latex paint that evokes a sense of tranquility and comfort, much like the ocean.

The floor is covered with professional PVC sports flooring in the same color scheme, which is elastic and can effectively absorb impact.

Apart from the living room having wooden floors and the bathroom and kitchen having non-slip tiles, the rest of the area has exposed, smooth cement floors, giving off a rugged and practical vibe.

On the ceiling, industrial-grade load-bearing structures and sturdy, thick iron frames intertwine to form a robust "skeleton".

In the center of the iron frame, a black sandbag, over two meters tall and weighing eight hundred kilograms, is suspended.

It's like a colossal beast imprisoned here.

In the corner, there are also training machines for practicing pull-ups and hanging leg raises, such as a horizontal bar and rings.

In addition, a life-size standing boxing dummy and a heavy sandbag dummy occupy two corners near the floor-to-ceiling window.

Fang Cheng's gaze slowly swept across the room, then he stepped into the living room and stomped his foot slightly on the floor.

A clear rebound sensation came from underfoot; that was the thick rubber shock-absorbing pads beneath the PVC floor working their magic.

After getting used to the new environment, Fang Cheng walked to the sandbag, stretched out his fist, and casually gave it a light tap.

The punching bag only swayed slightly, and the feeling from the punch was as if it were hitting a solid wall covered in leather.

To increase weight, the sandbags are filled with a large amount of iron sand in addition to high-density filling material.

To be honest, sandbags of this size go far beyond the scope of training equipment; they are more like weapons used for sieges.

For the vast majority of combat athletes, a sandbag weighing tens to over a hundred kilograms is sufficient to provide effective daily training.

Even the world's top heavyweight boxers rarely train with heavy sandbags weighing several hundred kilograms.

When facing such a behemoth, they must be extremely careful when throwing punches, otherwise they are very likely to get injured, resulting in wrist fractures.

But for Fang Cheng now, an ordinary 100-kilogram sandbag is no different from a doll stuffed with cotton; it has no training effect whatsoever.

After all, hitting a heavier sandbag requires a greater force output.

The heavier the target, the more it helps to train the penetrating power and overall explosive power of the fist, and also better simulates the feeling of breaking through the defense of a strong enemy, adapting to that powerful impact and resistance.

This 800-kilogram super-heavyweight sandbag is the largest product I could find on the market.

In order to make it more able to withstand its own terrifying impact and not be easily damaged.

Fang Cheng also specifically instructed the manufacturer to carry out in-depth customization.

The outer skin of the sandbags is specially reinforced, using a composite material of double-layer high-strength military canvas and Kevlar fiber, and is coated.

Its impact resistance and wear resistance have been improved to the highest level.

Between the outer skin and the inner liner, a cushioning layer made of gel pad is inserted.

It has good impact resistance and can prevent the filling from leaking when the outer skin is damaged, making it relatively easy to replace.

Furthermore, all seams are reinforced with a double-row cross-stitching technique using Kevlar fiber material.

Furthermore, industrial-grade strong adhesive is used for bonding to further enhance the connection strength.

With such meticulous craftsmanship, each sandbag cost Fang Cheng a full 60,000 yuan.

As for making it even heavier, that's not very realistic.

This involves not only the limits of sandbag materials and craftsmanship, but more importantly, the load-bearing capacity of the building itself.

Even professional gyms rarely have facilities that can safely suspend a weight of nearly a ton, let alone the beams of ordinary residential houses.

In order to successfully install this huge machine, the renovation workers put in a lot of effort, and it took them half a week just to reinforce the ceiling.

Moreover, the purpose of boxing training with a heavy bag is not only to improve the power and speed of punches, but more importantly, to improve technical accuracy and the fluidity of combination attacks.

The shaking and feedback of the sandbags themselves simulate real combat and are a crucial part of the training.

A target that is so heavy that it doesn't move at all can't provide the dynamic feedback needed to adjust rhythm and exert force, which is no different from practicing against a wall.

With this thought in mind, Fang Cheng no longer hesitated.

He quickly took off his shirt, revealing his bronze skin and well-defined muscles.

He moved his wrists and ankles, and his joints made a series of crisp popping sounds.

Each muscle bulged slightly, as if it had been precisely calculated.

Not an ounce of excess fat, yet brimming with restrained yet explosive power.

Fang Cheng twisted his neck, his gaze burning as he stared intently at the heavy sandbags hanging in front of him.

Next, it's time to test the actual effectiveness of this new equipment.

boom!
A powerful punch, retaining only 50% of its force, slammed into the sandbag.

A dull, thunderous explosion instantly reverberated throughout the living room.

The massive 800-kilogram sandbag was sent flying high into the air by the punch, the iron chains connecting it rattling and whistling.

Fang Cheng did not stop there. He quickly circled around the violently shaking sandbag, his shoulders swaying slightly, and his steps moving rhythmically.

Sometimes they dodged the sandbags that came hurtling down, and sometimes they went straight at them.

Using fists, elbows, knees, and legs, they launch a storm of attacks from all sorts of tricky angles.

Shila-

The soles of my feet made a rapid and distinct rubbing sound on the floor.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
His fists struck in rapid succession, like a dense drumbeat, both fast and accurate.

Each strike caused the massive sandbag to groan as if it were being crushed, like a giant beast howling in pain.

The entire living room had been transformed into a stage for his solo performance.

As the shaking of the sandbags gradually subsided, a thoroughly enjoyable striking training session came to an end.

The first round of tests went smoothly, but the real training has only just begun.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Cheng began practicing punching and kicking combinations against a roly-poly doll and a wooden dummy.

The combat and warm-up training session only ended when the body was slightly sweaty and the breathing became faster.

Fang Cheng took a short breath to calm his surging blood and then walked to the horizontal bar in the corner.

With a light leap, he grabbed the lever and deliberately used a lot of force to do several pull-ups in a row.

The lever connection immediately emitted a tooth-grinding metallic groan.

But it remained as stable as Mount Tai, clearly very solid.

Fang Cheng tried practicing a few times, jumped off the horizontal bar, and looked up at the rings next to him.

Take a deep breath, hook one of the rings with your index finger, and your body will be suspended steadily in the air.

Use the strength of this finger to lift your entire body up, then slowly lower it down, repeating 100 times.

Then switch to the left index finger and repeat the same action.

Then do single-finger hanging leg raises, alternating between left and right, 100 times each.

After thoroughly "tortured" every single piece of newly acquired training equipment.

Only then was this preliminary test truly complete.

Fang Cheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, stretching his limbs and relaxing every muscle.

At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind, and he looked at the prompt message that appeared on the panel.

Boxing Experience +2

[Boxing Lv3 (41/1000)] [Sanda Experience +2]

【Sanda Lv3 (15/1000)】

[Muay Thai Experience +3]

Muay Thai Level 2 (219/500)

[Leg Raise Experience +5]

[Leg Raise Lv2 (395/500)]

[Pull-up experience +4]

Pull-ups lv2 (438/500)

The exercise effect is quite good.

The key is that you can work out without worrying about the prying eyes of others, and freely sweat and expose your muscles.

This feeling of freedom is exceptionally pleasant.

Fang Cheng was very satisfied with this new base.

Apart from the lingering pungent smell of renovation, everything else is perfect.

Unexpectedly, while my maternal grandfather's old house in Wanghu Town is still undergoing renovation, my own house is already ready to move in ahead of schedule.

Once I get the weight plates and compression straps from home and buy a treadmill, my personal training space will be all set.

Twisting his neck, Fang Cheng suddenly thought of something equally important.

The exercise just now was quite noisy; whether the soundproofing is effective or not, we'll have to wait and see what the neighbors say.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng went to the bathroom and took his first cold shower in the new house.

Then he changed into the brand-new sportswear he had bought to celebrate moving to his new home before stepping out the door.

Haitian Garden is a mid-to-high-end apartment building with a design of two elevators and eight units per floor.

Each household has a semi-independent anteroom, ensuring lighting, ventilation, and relative privacy.

Today is a weekday, and since the community has only been built for six months, the occupancy rate is not high, so the corridor is quiet.

Fang Cheng first knocked on the doors of several households on the same floor.

Only the door to room 1904 next door was open.

Inside was a young woman wearing glasses, working from home.

She said she didn't hear anything, her face slightly flushed, and she took the initiative to ask Fang Cheng for his phone number, suggesting that as neighbors, they could visit each other more often in the future.

Fang Cheng politely declined the other party's offer, saying that he didn't need to buy a phone at the moment.

He then took the elevator upstairs and knocked on the doors of the four neighbors living above his own apartment.

No one answered at three of the households, while an elderly woman watching television at the other household said she hadn't heard anything unusual.

It seems that the soundproofing project was indeed worth the money.

Having made up his mind, Fang Cheng took the elevator to the 18th floor.

I plan to say hello to the downstairs residents one last time to confirm, and then that will be the end of it.

The situation is similar on this floor; either no one is living here temporarily, or everyone has gone to work.

Fang Cheng arrived at the door of room 1803, which was located directly below his own.

Boom, boom, boom.

He raised his hand and tapped it a few times.

After waiting for a while, there was still no response.

Fang Cheng shook his head and was about to leave when a slight thought struck him as he went to knock on the last door.

wrong.

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow, immediately focused his mind, and instantly amplified his sensory perception.

He leaned forward and gently pressed his ear against the cold security door.

A barely audible breath, and an even fainter heartbeat.

Like a pebble thrown into still water, it creates ripples in the air, clearly reaching the ears.

There is someone in the house.

Moreover, the other party seemed to have deliberately concealed their aura, as if they were hiding inside.

Da...da...

Then, a very faint, slow sound of footsteps could be heard.

It seemed someone was barefoot on the floor, approaching the door, trying to peek through the peephole.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly, then straightened up and turned to leave as if nothing had happened.

Since they are so shy and timid, there's no need to greet them.

But as Fang Cheng stepped out of the semi-detached anteroom, he heard the soft sound of the lock turning behind him.

Click.

The door was pushed open a crack from the inside.

"Hello, what can I do?"

A gentle male voice came from inside, its tone possessing a polite and magnetic quality.

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng turned around and looked back.

A handsome young man with fair skin stood behind the door, concealing most of his body.

He smiled at himself, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Fang Cheng's heart stirred slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes as well.

For a fleeting moment, this man, who was clearly a complete stranger, gave me a feeling of déjà vu.

"Oh, nothing serious."

Fang Cheng quickly composed himself and gave an apologetic smile.

"I am the resident who just moved into apartment 1903 upstairs from you."

"I was renovating my house a while ago, and today I had the workers move the furniture. It might have been a bit noisy, so I thought I'd come over and let the neighbors know. I'm really sorry if I've disturbed you."

Upon hearing this, the young man's smile widened.

He opened the door a little wider, revealing more of his body, his posture appearing quite open and uninhibited.
"Hello, new neighbor."

"It's okay. I'm often away on business trips and only got back these past two days. I was catching up on sleep just now and didn't hear anything at all."

He seemed very polite and enthusiastic, not the withdrawn, socially awkward shut-in type I had imagined.

"Oh, then I'm relieved."

After exchanging a few polite words with the young man, Fang Cheng turned and took his leave.

However, just as he turned around...

Fang Cheng could clearly feel that the gaze behind him was still fixed on him.

A chill ran down his spine, as if he were being stared at by a wild beast.

The gaze wasn't overtly hostile, but it was full of scrutiny, sharp as a scalpel used for dissection.

It seemed as if they wanted to see right through him, inside and out.

Fang Cheng remained calm and composed, without turning around, and walked straight into the elevator, pressing the up button.

Only when the elevator doors slowly closed, blocking that gaze, did that feeling of being pricked in the back completely disappear.

Click.

Back home, Fang Cheng closed and locked the security door.

The easygoing look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by deep contemplation.

This downstairs neighbor is definitely not an ordinary person.

The deliberate concealment of his presence and the final scrutinizing gaze were both unusual.

Could he also be an extraordinary person hiding among ordinary people, or a wanted fugitive?
Fang Cheng raised his right hand, which had just gripped the doorknob of the apartment downstairs, and brought it to his nose, taking a careful sniff.

A faint, carefully crafted cologne scent wafted through the air.

Fresh, calm, and slightly rich, it cleverly masks the user's original body scent.

Fang Cheng frowned.

Is this guy really that effeminate?

Does a grown man wear perfume because he thinks his body odor is too strong?

Or is there some other motive?

Unable to fathom the other party's true intentions, Fang Cheng simply stopped thinking about it.

However, he secretly planned to keep a close eye on this strange new neighbor.

(End of this chapter)