Come to modern times to be a boss

Chapter 161 Itchy Hands Warm Up 4
Zhu Quan had also considered the future development of the Arch Guard Division.

The training part must not be let go. After all, it is the current main source of income, and it has been in operation for so long. It has passed the test of time and is considered mature and stable.

He wondered if it was possible to create a model similar to that of an entertainment agency.

Of course, all this is still in its infancy and needs to be expanded step by step.

The most important thing right now is to prepare well for the end-of-year championships, win a few championships, gain fame, and all problems will no longer be problems.

After watching the video for a while, Zhu Quan planned to go to the martial arts field for an actual inspection.

He hadn't done anything for a long time, his hands were itchy, and he planned to find a few sandbags to vent his anger, which can be regarded as a legitimate stress training.

He didn't plan to go to the juvenile group or the youth group. They were considered minors, so he was too embarrassed to play hard.

When we arrived at the martial arts arena for the adult group, there was an actual combat going on inside, and several executive coaches were diligent and meticulous.

Zhu Quan raised their treatment and gave them guidance on some areas for improvement. Their personal strength has also improved, so they have a stronger sense of belonging to the Guard Division, and the supervision of the students has also become stricter, in order to They practice hard and strive to get good results in the competition.

Zhu Quan didn't know any of the coaches, but he did.

After explaining the purpose of coming, the coaches all looked excited.

Today's Zhu Quan is their idol. Zhu Quan's feat of picking 17 at the beginning has been widely circulated in the martial arts hall.

If they can have a few tricks with the head coach, even if they are beaten up and bruised, they are very happy.

"Among them, who is the best performer?" Zhu Quan asked calmly after taking off his shoes and coat and stretching his muscles a little.

"Jiang Cen, with a good foundation and the ability to endure hardships, should be the top one." A coach replied.

Consistent with Zhu Quan's assessment, it seems that these executive coaches are not just for nothing.

"Call him over, and prepare a full set of protective props for him by the way."

The so-called full set of protective props, after being dressed neatly, is a sandbag of human flesh, which is generally used as a sparring partner.

After hearing what the executive coach said, Jiang Cen looked excited. Although he was treated with sandbags, if he could play against the head coach, he would have the capital to brag about in the future.

Quickly put on all the props, Jiang Cen staggered to the ring in the middle of the martial arts arena, touched the whole set, and gave a big gift, "Head coach, please give me more advice!"

Zhu Quan returned a salute, "Are you ready?"

"Ready..." As soon as Jiang Cen finished speaking, he saw a bolt of lightning rushing towards him, and before he could react to dodge, he was punched on the left cheek.

This punch directly staggered him, his body lost its center of gravity and began to fall to the right.

Before landing, the right waist was hit hard again, and the whole person immediately returned to the standing posture.

Immediately afterwards, the chest was hit by a force of gravity, and the body began to fall backwards. Without accident, the shoulders were immediately grabbed by a pair of big hands, and it was impossible to fall down.

The onlookers in the audience were also dumbfounded. Is this the strength of the head coach?
The best student among them has no strength to fight back at all, just like a tumbler, being hit by the head coach from various places, and when he is about to fall, he will be hit back by the next attack.

They could no longer see Zhu Quan's figure clearly, only the sound of 'bang bang bang' was heard in their ears.

This unilateral beating lasted for about 10 minutes before Zhu Quan stopped and backed away.

The breath was a little short, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead, "Okay, let's take off the props!"

Then he took a bottle of water, unscrewed the lid and took a few sips, "Not bad, I didn't make a sound."

Although he didn't use a lot of strength just now, the steel and ceramic plates in the protective props are not comfortable when they are stuck on his body.

Jiang Cen didn't hear Zhu Quan's words at the moment, he was completely fooled, and the beating beat him completely into a fog.

My ears are still buzzing now.

It took several minutes before he recovered and slowly took off the protective props. He always felt that this suit was different from before.

He poked the ceramic plate on his chest a few times with his finger, "Oh, it's broken?" Jiang Cen couldn't help but cry inwardly.

After swallowing a few times, he tremblingly walked towards Zhu Quan.

"Thank you, head coach, for your mercy." He knew how terrifying the force that could break a ceramic plate was. If he didn't have protective props just now, he probably would have died.

And he is in good shape now, which shows that the head coach's control is very good.

Zhu Quan looked at him with a smile, and brought a bottle of water over, "Is Ming Jin in the early stage?"

"Well, a little success." Jiang Cen replied honestly.

Speaking of this, he is still a little complacent, after all, many people have never stepped into the Mingjin level in their lives.

"Don't be proud, there is a young man in his seventeenth or eighteenth year who used to serve dishes with me, but now he is almost in the middle of his enlightenment." Zhu Quan was talking about Xiaotian. When we met last time, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect this The kid has such a talent.

"Ah?" Jiang Cen was also very surprised after hearing Zhu Quan's words.

"Don't believe me, when I'm free, I'll call him over, and you can exchange ideas."

"Okay, I've warmed up too, you guys go up together, just shoot!"

Zhu Quan didn't want to bully them, nor did he want to hit them. He just wanted to have fun and show them his real skills.

After hearing Zhu Quan's words, all the students in the Martial Arts Field were gearing up, "Head coach, we won't show mercy!!"

"Hahaha, just come on!"

. . .

There was no suspense, a dozen or so students were not enough to watch, Zhu Quan didn't kill them, and he didn't use much force, he just threw them out with soft strength.

And these little calves, after falling down, patted their buttocks, and immediately rushed up again.

The scuffle lasted for nearly half an hour, and Zhu Quan suffered several rounds more or less, and his hair was messed up.

Beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, but the excitement in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Take a break, you guys, come on!" Zhu Quan let the little boys rest for a while, turned around and waved to several executive coaches.

Don't look at him sweating now, in fact, he didn't waste much energy at all.

Most of the time, he dodges left and right, and the number of shots can be counted on the fingers.

As for the strength, he didn't use it at all.

Several executive coaches look at me and I look at you, and they are all eager to try.

"Head coach, then we will come up!"

"Come up, come up, hurry up, you haven't warmed up yet!"

Zhu Quan waved his hands disapprovingly. At their level, he beat them to the ground every minute.

Jiang Cen is considered to be the highest level among the students, that is, in the early stage of Ming Jin, these executive coaches must be much higher than his level.

Otherwise, how could we suppress these little brats.

From the early stage to the middle stage of Ming Jin, and then to the late stage, every time a level is improved, one's own strength will be significantly improved.

As for these executive coaches, the last one is in the middle stage of Mingjin, and the other is in the late stage of Mingjin. They can more or less fall into Zhu Quan's eyes.

Several executive coaches jumped onto the ring with serious faces, divided into five directions, and surrounded Zhu Quan tightly.

Zhu Quan glanced around, basically knowing what he knew.

He has multiple options for defeating them.

The easiest way is to attack violently and crush everything with strength.The only consequence is that they may lose their authority in front of the students, so it is not advisable.

Another method is to drag the word formula, dragging them to exhaustion.They are all middle-aged people, and their energy and so on are definitely not as good as those calves just now.

Just when Zhu Quan was still thinking about how to defeat them, one of the younger executive coaches made an instant move.

Now that everyone has made a move, Zhu Quan no longer hesitates, just hit him, but he still has to save a little face for them.

In view of the fact that most of these students are learning traditional martial arts, Zhu Quan did not use the method of Wu Qin Xi.

Move left and right to avoid their attack, and remember their attack method at the same time.

When they were exhausted, they used their own routines to throw them out one by one.

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(End of this chapter)