7. Unique Body

It is really true that my body was strange. In the eastern culture, there is something called gifted body.

Gifted body referred by martial artist as a unique body constitution which able the possessor of this constitution to have extraordinary capabilities that exceed human potential. Some have huge strength, ridiculous flexibilty, monstrous endurance, and many more.

After a few days of checking, it seem my body belong to either super regenerative body, which makes my body able to recover faster from injury than most people; or extraordinary strength categories, which makes me able to holdback Adam's punch even in my current crappy state. I would be better if it was both them.

Actually, i'm surprised that i could withstand his punch a few days ago. I'm person that focused on technique rather than sheer strength. So i though, even if i have a good technique, without capable body, i will still be crushed by raw strength alone.

Today after the school end, i will go to a boxing gym nearby to check my strength once more. I have tested by breaking until three-stacked brick with my bare hand before it get hurt. It was easy. Too easy if i need to be honest. At four-stacked brick, the most two top brick completely broken, the third cracked slightly, while the bottom still intact. It was quite good considering i only start training a few days ago.

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Now here i am. Standing in front of the gym. After paying for the fee, i looked for the unused sandbag.

Common sandbag usually weight about 45-50kg. There are also specialized made sandbag that weight more than 100kg, but only pro wrestle or certain people used it. For me, the common one should be enough now.

Before i used the sandbag, i did a little warm up by doing shadow boxing. Fact is, boxing was the first martial art that i learned before. I learned about it for a year more or less.

My level before was at the same as most professional boxer minus the strength. Thats why when fighting, i either looking for a gap or waiting for a blunder between the opponents' moves and deal the blow on those weakness point.

Bukk!

Bukk!

Bukk!

"The sound is quite good" i said to myself as i hear the sandbag's sound when i punched it.

"Lets try combo punch next"

Left jab, left jab, right straight, left body blow, right hook.

Duakk!! The sandbag swing so hard and the sound was so loud that most of the gym visitor looked toward me.

I guess lets rest a little.

I sat at nearby bench while thinking about my test. My test proved that my body has both strength and regenerative categories. Now i probably can use the moves that i cant do before because my lack of strength.

Hahaha. Just thinking about it makes me excited.

Lets try the sandbag again for few more rounds before i go back. Not long after that, a man that looks like some sort of instructor came to me.

"You got moves kid. How long have you been learning boxing?" the man said to me expressionlessly.

"umm, a year?"

Let's count my past experience too or i will look ridiculous if i said about a few hours. Its true tho that i've only learned boxing for a few hours in this life. Hehe.

"And who are you?" i asked.

"I'm James, an instructor in this gym." James answered.

"Do you want to go pros? I can help you." He offered to me.

What an offer. But i'm not interested still.

I pretend to think about it before i answered his offer.

"I only learn boxing as a hobby so, no thanks"

"You have a talent at boxing. If you change your mind, you can look for me here" he said that and walked away.

"Boxing huh?"

After 2 hours, i stopped my training before i get too tired. The boxing gym located a blocks away from the shopping district. So let's look around for a bit. I rarely goes to shopping district because this place usually has all sort of brewing trouble.

When i'm still member of the gang, everytime i go to shopping district its always resulted in either i clashing with other gang or running away from the police officer.

Just a few minutes after i stepped here. I feel the possible trouble coming my way.

I see two man that screamed 'I'AM A THUG' all over his body with piercing here and there and tattoos covering his arm. They stopped me for an obvious reason and dragged me to an empty alley.

"Give your money" said one of the thugs.

I know it would happen. I'm not surprised because i've experienced this kind of thing a lot. Trouble somehow always knew to comes to me one way or another.

"Why should i?" let's taunt them a bit.

"What did you say!?" he said angrily.

"I say, what should i give you my money?"

"You need to learn your lesson kid" the other thugs roared and coming towards me.

"Beat him up"

2 minutes later...

Both of the thugs sitted in dogeza position in front of me with their face swollen.

"I'm sorry!" both apologized.

"You need to distinct your eyes properly before looking for trouble. If i was some deepsh*tted man from the big three, you would be dead right now." i said to them.

"Yes yes, were sorry"

"How old are you guys?" i asked them.

"Huh? 21 and he is 22"

"Quite young huh"

Did i just hear a clearly highschool student calling us young? both the thug thought.

"Moreover, thats not how you makes money. You wont last long by mugging people." I said with acting as wiseman.

"Well who really cares. We are thugs anyway. No one ever care about how we thugs do anyway." the younger one answered.

"Hehe. you both new to this right?" i asked them while smirking

"How do you know?"

"With that pathetic mindset of yours, the word 'amateur' was plastered all over you face"

"What a kid like you know about things like this" he rebukked.

"Of course i know. I know a lot. For example, if you're going to continue to mug people, sooner or later you will catch police's attention. And police means trouble. You dont want to live like a nomad right?" i said to them.

After hearing what i said, they now realized that what i just told to them was makes sense.

"So how'd you do to make money?" they asked.

"I can tell you. But first, i need to know which side are you from" i said that while grinned evilly.