C182 Devilish Training
C182 Devilish Training
However, just as he was about to throw a punch and dodge, the arm spring of the wooden figure popped out and hit Huang Maozhong's face, causing him to grin: "Hiss —"
It took Huang Maozhong a while to catch his breath and continue practicing.
This time, he was mentally prepared. First, he used a lighter power to smash the fist, then immediately dodged it. Finally, he dodged it.
After dodging the first time, there would be a second time, a third time, a fourth time …
Just when Huang Maozhong thought he had mastered his strength and evasion skills, he accidentally used too much strength. The wooden figure's fist bounced out and struck his mouth, causing him to tear up from the pain.
"Continue practicing. You're not allowed to slack off. If I find you've slacked off, then you won't have to come again in the future." Wang Feng chuckled and turned around to leave.
"Got it, Teacher Wang." Huang Maozhong didn't feel much pain anymore, so he continued to practice.
He originally thought it would be silly for Wang Feng to tell him to practice with this wood person, but Wang Feng insisted for him to do so, so he insisted on practicing.
However, after playing for about ten minutes, he discovered that his concentration seemed to have increased and his reaction speed also seemed to have increased.
"So effective!" Huang Maozhong was secretly pleasantly surprised and continued to practice seriously. He only stopped when Wang Feng came out.
In fact, Wang Feng had been secretly observing Huang Maozhong's training situation. He was very satisfied when he saw that Huang Maozhong had actually followed his instructions and earnestly practiced: "Let's do the second training. It feels like the ball."
Wang Feng put the soccer ball on the back of his hand, then lifted his arm and let the soccer ball roll down his shoulder.
Then he lowered his head and let the ball roll from one shoulder to the other, then down his arm to the other hand in a loop.
"Did you see it clearly?" Wang Feng said, "These few days, you have been practicing this movement until you have completely mastered it."
"OK, Teacher Wang." Wu immediately began practicing, only to discover that the soccer ball did not listen to his commands at all. It either fell when his arm rolled down or his shoulder could not withstand it.
Finally, his shoulder caught it. He lowered his head and the soccer ball fell to the ground. He was in a very sorry state.
He thought Wang Feng was very casual when he was doing it, so he thought it wasn't that difficult.
It was only when he had practiced for more than ten minutes and had yet to complete a complete cycle that he understood how difficult this movement was.
Fortunately, Huang Maozhong wasn't afraid of the difficulties. After repeated practice, he finally finished a complete cycle in twenty minutes.
"I've finally succeeded." Huang Maozhong's forehead was covered in sweat. He realized that this training was even more tiring than hitting the wooden person to train their reaction speed. It was tiring!
Wang Feng nodded in approval: "Okay, the third step, let's start shooting."
Wang Feng brought Huang Maozhong to a wall on the side of the garden. He pointed to the already drawn grid on the wall and said, "The whole grid is the same size as a football goal, and the drawn grid is for you to practice shooting." All you need to do today is practice shooting at the bottom left corner until you can kick it with each kick. "Remember, every kick can hit, not the majority of the times. Practice makes perfect."