Intense Training

Thud! Thud! Thud!

"Their punches are too strong; they need to be faster and use every part of their bodies to be more powerful without the need to exert themselves to the maximum."

In the training dojo, repeated roars of people who seemed furious were followed by sounds of punches hitting training bags. As the host of this rigorous training, Dash perfectly demonstrated the way he normally trains, and only after twenty minutes, Miguel and Hawk seemed unable to keep up.

Thud! Thud!

The current Dash didn't look different from the one two months ago. However, he had a more mature aura that gave others the impression of having a better understanding of his own virtues. After overcoming family problems in a way that wouldn't affect them for a conversation, Dash was able to improve as a person, changing his character significantly.

He had reached a point where he didn't worry much about his future achievements in martial arts because he had achieved a lot. But recently, with the appearance of a formidable rival from the Wasabi Warriors, things had changed a bit.

During that period, Dash somehow began to care more about things around him. He knew that it was because he had overcome his unique case of getting a second chance to live a full life.

In the serene training room, the punches echoed one after another. Dash, who had special methods to alleviate pain in muscles and bones, continued his training with intensity. Therefore, only through intense training, tenacity, and perseverance did he continue to improve his combat abilities.

It could be said that Dash loved the feeling of suffering because he knew that he was alive and that he was using all the capabilities of his body to keep improving.

"Huff… Huff…"

In the training room, three figures followed a training routine, and now they were doing push-ups. Dash supported his weight with his fists and occasionally jumped to toughen his knuckles, which were indeed in perfect condition to fight without gloves and do a lot of damage.

"These are more than fifty." Hawk mumbled, completely soaked in sweat.

Miguel, who wanted to know Dash's level, was completely impressed and believed that his arms would stop working at any moment. But Dash, using only the strength of his arms, went up and down while counting the first set. Sweat started to soak his clothes, while new waves of sweat fell from his forehead.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

At that moment, the stiff bones from having thrown punches a moment ago began to crack due to the stimulation.

"This is the last one." Dash said, gritting his teeth slightly as he felt that burning sensation inside his muscles—painful but successful.

"Ahhh…" Miguel and Hawk fell to the ground, exhausted by the weakness of their muscles. So, after today, it might take them a few days to recover.

But Dash knew exactly that his training routine couldn't be followed by just anyone. He walked to a backpack and pulled out two small jars. "At night, after showering, apply this ointment and bandages; it will greatly improve pain relief."

Looking at the unlabeled jar, Miguel looked at Dash and asked, "Where does this medicine come from?"

"A master in China sends them to me; they're good for muscle pain, so you'll recover in a day with that." After saying this, Dash walked toward a training dummy and positioned himself.

Hawk, who was watching Dash, seeing that he was about to train his punches after having exhausted his stamina, nudged Miguel and pointed to where Dash was standing.

"Hoo…"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

As soon as he regained his breath, Dash executed some special attacks from his martial arts aimed at numbing the muscles. Dash started with a direct punch to open up the combinations.

Anton's style had evolved into his own style, ranging from soft punches to ones so strong they could even break his opponents' bones. But focusing only on competitions, Dash only made gentle movements and not so hard because he would be disqualified if he didn't. However, for his upcoming tournaments, for some reason, he thought that very soon he would be pushed to the point where he would be forced to use all his strength.

"Faster, stronger, deadlier..." The only place where Dash had no mercy was in official matches, so either his opponent surrendered or he would attack until the referee stopped him, which always happened.

Of course, one thing is not having mercy, and another very different thing is not having respect. Dash had always respected his opponents, which might have led him to remain undefeated.

As Dash increased his speed to the maximum level, even the training dummy began to show signs of cracking. After realizing that he didn't feel much pain, he realized that his knuckles had improved.

After seeing this scene, Dash smiled slightly. Just as he was about to rest, a sudden idea appeared in his mind, making him close his eyes slightly. Maintaining his posture, he closed his eyes and tried to guide his breath to a level he had never handled before.

While handling this new sensation, Dash's body adjusted, and at that moment, he made his move. Slightly opening his hand, he clenched it when his punch was heading towards the combat dummy in front of him.

Every muscle in his body is now moving in harmony to unleash this powerful punch.

Crack!

When the impact force reached its peak, Dash's eyes opened as his fist pierced through the training dummy. That punch didn't seem so strong, but after piercing the training dummy a bit, it was sent flying backward.

As this punch connected, Dash, for the first time, could feel a sensation similar to the inner energy that many experts talk about, including Bruce Lee himself.

Handling that sensation, Dash could connect perhaps the strongest, fastest, and most powerful punch he had thrown.

"What a terrifying strength..." Dash stared at the fallen dummy and where his punch had hit. The demonstrated strength was comparable to that of the top martial artists who had done strength demonstrations.

Hawk got up and walked toward the training dummy, looked at Dash, and whispered, "I hope you never have to use that punch in a competition; you would kill someone."

"I agree…" Miguel felt chills seeing the result of that punch.

Dash, who didn't know what to say, could see some wounds on his hand and then knew that he wasn't ready to use punches as strong as these.