Chapter 253 Maeda Tiger Wants to Learn Fighting (2/3 Guaranteed)

Chapter 253 Maeda Tiger wants to learn fighting (23 guaranteed)

"Faster! Faster!"

Old John's chattering voice made Aokiji grit his teeth. A rather elastic rope was tied around his waist, tied to a heavy tire, and he rushed forward with all his strength.

It wasn't until he sprinted to the other side of the venue that Aokiji breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his sweat.

"Keep going! There are still five more rounds!" Old John kept urging without giving him any rest. Aokiji had no choice but to let out a gruff groan, then turned around and started sprinting again towards the other end of the venue.

The big tire was dragged on the floor, making a crunching sound, but Songshanyan didn't seem distressed at all. Instead, he gloated loudly: "Hurry up, Si, your speed is three seconds slower!"

"I know!!!" Aokiji shouted, rushing forward with his hands and feet.

"Hurry up! You haven't reached your limit yet! Where do you want to use your remaining energy! You don't even have a girlfriend!" Old John's words almost made Aoki Si angry. He rushed to the corner and rolled his eyes at him: "Haha ?”

Old John turned away and almost whistled: "Run, run!"

Aokiji screamed and continued sprinting dragging the big tire.

"Uh boss?"

Suddenly, some familiar voices came from the door. Aokiji looked up and almost fell to the ground due to his footsteps. At the door, Maeda Tora, Fujiwara Miao, and Matsusaka Daitake were looking at Aokiji with their mouths open, looking at him. The action of sprinting with big tires expresses shock.

Old John was very grumpy: "Who are you? The boxing gym will not be open in the morning for half a month."

Yes, in order to provide a good venue for Aokiji, Songshanyan simply closed the third floor temporarily when physical training was more frequent in the morning. In the afternoon, Aokiji mainly conducted some small-scale training, and then specially allocated a venue for Aokiji.

Of course, on the third floor, one of the octagonal cages is already dedicated to Aoki Tsukasa.

Aokiji hurriedly interrupted: "These are all my friends."

"What's wrong with your friend! Run! Who told you to stop! If you are lazy again, just add another set of training!" Old John puffed his beard and glared, but he didn't understand Japanese and couldn't say anything to the three of Songshanyan. I had no choice but to go to Songshanyan and say, "Ask them what they want to do."

Matsuyama Iwa's strong body stood up like a hill. He walked up to the Maeda Tigers and the three of them, blocking their sight like a wall: "Aokiji has been training in a closed mode recently. You are here to fuck him." What?"

"Well, we just want to come and practice together." Matsusaka Daitake looked very nervous.

Maeda Tora is quite calm. Perhaps because he has seen too much of Aokiji's face, he now has no feelings for many things that look scary: "We must follow the footsteps of the boss. The boss is so strong but also so hardworking. As his younger brother , I definitely can’t fall behind!”

Matsuyama Iwa took a look at Maeda Tiger and saw that he had strong bones and good muscles. His arm span seemed to be okay, so he said with interest: "Want to practice boxing?"

Maeda Tora nodded with excitement on his face: "You must be the curator! Our boss often talks about you and says you are a good person."

"Uh" Song Shanyan always felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, but he couldn't remember the last person who said to him: You are a good person.

But he quickly put this feeling behind him and said with a smile: "If you are interested, you can take a look at it first. See how your boss trains. If you feel that you can endure the hardship, then decide Bar."

Many people only feel excited and excited when watching boxers training on TV, but to be honest, the edited training videos are completely different from real training.

In particular, Aoki Tsukasa's training is so intimidating to many people.

Maeda Tora and the others stood beside Matsuyama Iwa with some excitement, and opened their mouths involuntarily as they watched Aokiji train.

Seeing that Tora Maeda and the others no longer affected the training, Old John curled his lips and said nothing more. He looked at Aokiji and continued to shout: "Run, start running!"

Aokiji really wanted to scold him, "How can I run when I have exhausted all my strength in sucking milk?"

After running five times back and forth, Aokiji took off the rope around his waist, coughed twice, and leaned against the wall to gasp for air.

"Don't sit down, walk up! Go!" Old John's urging always came quickly and timely.

Aokiji had no choice but to stand up obediently and walked slowly for a few steps until Old John snorted and sat down knowingly.

Ning Qiang handed over the energy drink at the right time: "Drink it. These are high-end sports drinks that ordinary athletes may not be able to buy."

Aokiji took a few sips, put it aside, and sighed: "Can you sprinkle a little more salt at noon?"

"Cinmin is also enough." Aokiji closed his eyes and gasped.

Ning Qiang smiled bitterly and nodded: "I will try my best to make it delicious for you."

Aokiji gasped for breath, and just when he felt relieved, Old John shouted loudly again: "It's hell time, show your friends what hell is!"

"It's embarrassing for you to have weak legs in front of your friends!" Old John knew how to stimulate people. Guessing that Aokiji was about to be discouraged, he changed the subject again: "It's your rest time after the hell time, but you're still old Track, rest from ten o’clock to ten thirty, the slower you do it, the less rest time you have!”

Looking at the time of nine-thirty on the clock hanging in the venue, Aokiji sat up with a wry smile.

Old John took out a mask and said, "Put it on."

Aoki Si Wuyan took the mask that covered everything below his eyes and put it on his face.

Maeda Tora looked a little confused and asked Matsuyama Iwa next to him: "Director, what is this mask for?"

"This is an oxygen-blocking mask. Its purpose is to further enhance the player's explosive power. Of course, it will also consume more physical energy." Songshanyan hugged his shoulders, making the muscles of his arms more distinct.

Maeda Tiger nodded as if he understood: "How long have you been training, boss?"

"From six o'clock in the morning to now." Matsuyama Yanyi simply said, shocking Fujiwara Miao: "This kind of intensity, for so long?"

"Do you think being a boxer is a joke? If it weren't for the exaggerated physical training yesterday, and today some of the physical training has been reduced and replaced with special strength training, Aokiji would have been lying down long ago." Matsuyama Yan said, looking at Aoki Si had already put on an oxygen-blocking mask at this time.

Maeda Tora's eyes lit up: "What does that skin man do? Hit?"

I saw Aokiji walking up to a humanoid leather man, and carrying the leather man, which was about as heavy as a sandbag, into the octagonal cage.

"Both." Matsuyama Iwa simply replied, and then there was a loud banging sound in the ears of Maeda Tora and others.

Just look at Aoki Si grabbing the leather man and throwing him over his shoulder hard to the ground. Then he grabbed the leather man and threw him over his shoulder in the opposite direction, throwing the leather man over again.

The purpose of this is, on the one hand, to practice wrestling skills, and on the other hand, it is to practice the explosive power of the waist and hands.

Seeing Aokiji swinging the heavy leather man around, I didn't know what Tora Maeda was thinking, but he actually sighed: "This must feel very good."

Matsuyama Iwa immediately narrowed his eyes when he heard this, looked at Maeda Tora who was looking at Aoki Tsukasa with an interesting look, smiled and said: "Interested?"

"Yes!" Maeda Tora made no secret of it, raising his hands excitedly, pretending that there was someone in front of him: "If I could throw people around like this, that would be awesome."

Maeda Torako still remembers how badly he was thrown to the ground by Ueno Yang!

Song Shanyan pinched his chin: "Why don't you give Aoki Si a break and I'll give you a try?"

"What, how do you try?" Fujiwara Miao swallowed.

"Don't worry, you are inexperienced after all. Just choose a few exercises for each of you and get a feel for it." Song Shanyan was very generous: "You are friends of the Secretary, and you are my friends. If you think you can stand it, come to my place in the future." I don’t charge money for training.”

"Of course, it's okay if you can't stand it. Mixed martial arts is indeed very tiring." Matsuyama Iwa's eyes mainly focused on Maeda Tiger.

Maeda Tiger's eyes were shining with eagerness, and he nodded heavily.

Aokiji turned over and hit the leather man on the ground with his elbow, and began to switch to ground suppression training. He switched back and forth between the left and right positions while holding the leather man, practicing the smoothness of his movements and ground punches. He glanced at Matsuyama Iwa and Maeda Tora from the corner of his eye. , only to find that the two of them were chatting happily.

Huh? Although Brother Yan is very approachable to himself, he is usually very classy towards others. How can Tora Maeda be able to suit his taste?

Thinking that Tora Maeda was a bit horny, Aokiji was a little distracted.

"Extra one minute!" Old John's words made Aokiji grit his teeth, and he immediately concentrated again, no longer caring about what they were talking about.

The innocent leather man was pushed down on the ring by Aokiji and was ravaged for a while, and the crackling sound resounded throughout the third floor of the venue.