Truth be told, Jason Luo had long wanted to test himself against Kamman. Not because he felt confident in challenging him—Kamman was far too agile for that.
So far, Jason Luo hadn't found a good way to deal with him. What he really wanted was to see how powerful Kamman's punches were, to find out whether they were within his tolerance range. At the same time, it would give him a benchmark for how strong the heavy punches of mainstream amateur boxers were, allowing him to assess himself more accurately.
On the ring, Jason Luo removed his protective vest and said cautiously, "Uh… Kamman, why don't you start with a few jabs? I'm not sure what to expect..."
Kamman wasn't sure whether this kind of training would even work, but he nodded. "Alright. Be ready, I'm going to hit you."
With that, he fired a straight jab into Jason Luo's chest. Bracing himself, every muscle taut, Jason Luo managed to take the blow head-on!
Fortunately, the jab wasn't too bad. It was heavy, but still within his limits.
Jason motioned for him to keep going. Kamman followed up with a few more jabs and hooks. Jason quickly estimated that Kamman's Jab Power was probably around 8. But that made it difficult to gauge his Cross Power—it might already be beyond what Jason could handle.
Gritting his teeth, Jason said, "Come on, Kamman, hit me with your heavy cross. If I don't take it now, I'll just have to take it from someone else later—and that'll hurt even more! Falling in a match is embarrassing. Falling in training? Nobody will know."
Those words made Kamman's eyes light up. "Well said, Jason! Falling in training isn't shameful. Today, I'll train with you until we've had enough."
He threw off his own vest too. "Let's do this together. That way your heavy punches get practice too. Hahaha, let's see who drops first today!"
The two charged at each other at the same time. Normally, with Kamman's agile Footwork and dodging, Jason would have a hard time landing a hit. But this time Kamman deliberately gave up dodging, taking Jason's heavy punches head-on while counterattacking. It was obvious he was doing this to give Jason's power full play, while also toughening up his own ability to absorb hits.
After a furious exchange, both staggered back a few steps. Jason was barely holding on—Kamman's Cross Power was far too strong, well beyond his tolerance.
Luckily, both had deliberately avoided striking vital spots like the ribs, heart, or liver. Otherwise, after so many blows, Jason would have been finished for sure...
Kamman wasn't doing much better. Jason's punch speed might be slow, but his heavy crosses were no joke. As a technical boxer, Kamman's toughness wasn't his strong point. After taking several shots to the chest, his breathing tightened and his heart raced.
"You're a strong one, kid. Those heavy punches really carry weight. If you caught me with one clean in a real match, you might actually put me down! So, what do you think? Keep going?"
Jason suddenly laughed. "I think we're both idiots—with a serious masochistic streak."
"Haha! That's what it means to be a hero in the ring and a punching bag off it."
"Fair enough—let's go again!"
"Good. I'll flatten those abs of yours yet!"
...
Half an hour later, both collapsed onto the canvas, gasping for air.
"Jason, who went down first?"
"You did!"
"Bullshit! No way. You must've dropped first. At the end your punches were losing steam. You expect me to believe I fell before you?"
"You were the same. I just collapsed from exhaustion. Next time... I'll make sure you see it clearly."
"Heh, I'll be waiting… Damn, that felt amazing… So damn good…"
"No wonder you love boxing so much. You're a total masochist… Someone help me up… I can't move…"
...
This training method was brutal, and both of them were completely drained. After the session, they left the gym together. Kamman pointed at a brand-new Ford sedan.
"How about it? Want me to give you a lift home?"
"No need!" Jason straightened his back. "I've got my bike. Riding it works my muscles too—it's healthy and good for the environment."
Kamman glanced at his abs and chuckled. "Still training, huh? Careful, or your aunt's gonna come looking for you, haha!"
Jason's face flushed. "I'm doing it for my health. Don't talk nonsense."
"Alright, I'll stop teasing. But remember—make sure to apply some medicine before bed, or you'll be hurting tomorrow." With that, he revved the engine, pulled off a flashy drift, and sped away.
"Pfft, acting all cool. It's just a car. I'll buy one too someday."
He climbed onto his prized bike, but after only a few steps, he felt the muscles in his chest and stomach throbbing with pain. Damn it! Training like this is insane. I'd better get some medicine, or tomorrow I won't even be able to get out of bed, let alone train.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed through the pain to a nearby pharmacy. After buying two bottles of antiseptic and a few ice packs, he turned to leave—only to bump into David Miao.
"Hey, Dr. Miao! What are you doing here?"
"Oh, Jason! This pharmacy is mine. I just came by to pick up some medicine. Huh? What happened to you? How'd you end up in this state? Did you get into trouble? Should I call the police?"
Jason quickly waved him off. "No, no. I'm an amateur boxer now. These are just normal training injuries. Haha, it looks bad, but it's nothing. A little medicine and I'll be fine by tomorrow."
"Oh, so that's it!" Dr. Miao examined him carefully. "Still, you trained way too hard. If this were treated as an assault case, it'd almost qualify as a serious disability. And you're just buying antiseptic? Will that really cut it?"
"It's fine, Mr. Miao. I usually don't even use medicine. We're probably just used to it."
Dr. Miao thought for a moment, then pulled out a VIP card from his pocket. "Jason, this is the best discount card I've got for my store. Take it. You'll get 35% off any medicine. I'm not an expert in trauma care, but don't take this lightly—use some good medicine."
He pushed the card into Jason's hand. Jason looked a bit embarrassed. "I can't… Mr. Miao, you've already helped me so much."
"Take it!" Dr. Miao's tone grew firm. "Oh, and by the way—your father's alcohol addiction is under initial control with the medication. Right now, the psychological stage is the most crucial. Don't worry—the hospital has professional psychologists working with him. Considering his situation, the doctor suggested giving him some of your mother's photos or similar keepsakes. He has to let go of that burden in his heart. Otherwise, the risk of relapse after discharge will still be very high."
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