Tom skillfully greeted the people inside the venue, then brought Johnny to the training area, where there were various sizes and types of sandbags, Wing Chun wooden dummies, and other fitness equipment, all fully equipped.
Johnny was not unfamiliar with these, as he had used them during his rapid training with John.
However, modern combat techniques and traditional Martial Arts are completely different concepts, whether it's the method of generating force, the technique of generating force, or the striking techniques.
Tom walked onto the soft mat inside, took off her hoodie, revealing a sports bra-like top underneath.
Wearing loose sweatpants, she looked very casual and athletic. She turned to Johnny and said, "Come on, attack me. Let's see what your punching and kicking skills are like."
Tom made a "come here" gesture. Johnny smiled at this, then took off his suit, revealing the holsters underneath, each with a gun.
Johnny placed his suit on the soft mat, removed the holsters, and then took off his tactical vest.
Tom watched with a twitching eye as this guy removed his equipment one by one, finally unable to hold back, "How many weapons do you have on you, you guy?"
She had personally seen him pull out three guns, two tactical daggers, a bulletproof vest, various ammunition clipped to it, and even grenades.
And before he took off his suit, she hadn't noticed any of it.
Because Johnny's suit was not a slim-fit or tight one, but slightly loose, making it convenient for him to hide his guns.
It's just that the amount of firearms and ammunition this guy carried was a bit excessive. I know Chinese people have a fear of insufficient firepower, but isn't this a bit too much?
Tom even found it hard to imagine how Johnny's not-so-muscular body could carry such heavy equipment and still appear normal.
In fact, this was a habit Johnny had developed through consistent effort; his body had long adapted to these weights, allowing him to fight and go about his daily life without much impact. However, prolonged intense combat would still deplete his stamina more.
Then, Johnny pulled up the sleeves of his shirt, folding them as he walked to stand opposite Tom, about 5 meters away.
"To be honest, I'm not proficient in close-quarters combat, so please go easy on me later, especially don't hit my face."
Tom gave him a speechless glance, "What, when you're in a life-or-death duel with someone else, can you still tell them not to hit your face?"
Tom retorted directly, and Johnny could only explain with a wry smile, "This isn't a life-or-death situation, after all."
"Enough with the nonsense, let's test your actual close-quarters combat ability."
Tom couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with Johnny, her face instantly switched to a combat expression, becoming serious and extremely focused.
Even though he had already seen Tom enter her "Immortal" state instantly, the problem was, he was facing her now.
He was 1.82 meters tall, while Tom was only 1.66 meters.
Yet, this seemingly petite body contained immense energy, like a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.
In fact, in the next second, Tom confirmed Johnny's guess.
Tom stepped forward, rushing towards Johnny at an extremely fast speed. Since the two maintained a distance of about 5 meters, it took time for Tom to rush over, and Johnny also had time to prepare, so he immediately placed his left hand across his chest, his right hand ready to punch, and his feet slightly bent backward.
But just as the two were about to make contact, Tom suddenly stopped abruptly.
This stop directly disrupted Johnny's rhythm; his punch swung into empty air, while Tom, in an extremely short time, grabbed Johnny's wrist and twisted it sharply.
Then, she pulled Johnny's hand backward, and at the same time, her right foot kicked towards Johnny's knee.
This kick landed squarely on Johnny's knee. Johnny, in pain, prepared to pull back, but how could Tom give him that chance?
She stomped her right foot, twisted again, and a sharp pain shot through his right wrist.
Before Johnny could counterattack, she was already to his right, her left elbow striking Johnny's armpit.
At the same time, her left knee pressed against the inside of Johnny's right knee, forcing Johnny to involuntarily kneel down.
The next second, her fist stopped just before Johnny's temple.
"What the hell?"
By the time Johnny reacted, the fist, carrying a strong gust of wind, had already stopped, but he knew that if Tom had been serious, he probably would have been hit hard.
Her close-quarters combat ability and speed were simply overwhelming, making him unsure how to respond.
In fact, Tom's fighting style had no specific pattern; it was purely instinctive, based on observing Johnny's posture.
Already proficient in Wing Chun, Jeet Kune Do, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and other forms of boxing, she had long integrated traditional boxing and modern combat techniques into her body, acting on impulse.
All her moves were not fixed routines but changed and adapted according to the actual situation.
Johnny's opening stance posed no difficulty for Tom.
To say there was no difficulty might not be entirely accurate, as Johnny's fighting style leaned more towards life-and-death struggle, a lethal close-quarters combat technique.
More often, it aimed for surprise, and he hadn't experienced much of this kind of face-to-face combat.
"With your fighting style, any underground bare-knuckle boxer could beat you to a pulp!"
Tom made a cold assessment, then took a few steps back, beckoned to Johnny, "Continue!"
Johnny, however, was somewhat bewildered by the beating, but how could a man just give up like that?
He immediately stood up, "That doesn't count!"
He refused to believe that he, a big, strong guy of 1.8 meters, couldn't beat a petite girl of 1.66 meters?
This time, he decided to take the offensive, pushing off the ground with his foot, then lunging forward with his left and right fists ready to strike.
As he approached Tom, he paused briefly and delivered a sweeping leg kick, but Tom seemed to have already detected his intention based on his posture.
She simply stepped back, and the sweeping kick missed.
Johnny knew something was wrong and immediately rolled backward, then stood up, ready to punch, but Tom's fist had already heavily struck his lower abdomen.
Bang!
The sound was crisp, but Johnny, caught off guard, showed a pained expression.
"Damn it!"
That punch really hit hard in the abdomen, as if a car had crashed into his stomach. He found it hard to imagine how Tom, with such a petite figure, could unleash such powerful force.
He lay on the ground for a long time, almost unable to get up, but it wasn't as painful as he had imagined.
Perhaps his talent wasn't bad?
Talent: Moving Sandbag?
However, Johnny's gaze towards Tom had changed when he stood up again.
Two words: truly terrifying!
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