My Extraordinary Achievements

Chapter 261 - Feng Ji Dojo

Chapter 261: Chapter 261: Feng Ji Dojo

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Around 11 p.m., with every traffic light turning green, the taxi reached the area by Huanglong Stadium. The car stopped in front of a martial arts dojo known as Feng Ji.

After getting paid, the taxi driver couldn’t resist looking at Meng Fan as he exited the car. The man looked familiar, but he couldn’t remember the name. The taxi driver didn’t think anything of the green lights along the way; it must have been good karma from his good deed of helping an elderly person cross the street yesterday.

The Feng Ji Dojo was quite big. Meng Fan thought the place looked impressive online. As he walked inside, he felt the same.

“Hello, how may I help you?”

The young woman working at reception looked at the newcomer, a professional and sweet smile pasted on her face.

The front desk employee was very pretty, and she wasn’t the only one in reception. There were four of them, all of whom were attractive.

Having this many attractive receptionists meant this dojo was quite profitable.

“Hi, I’m here to learn.”

Meng Fan explained the purpose of his visit and his demand: “Can you give me the best coach you have?”

“All of our coaches are excellent…” The front desk employee started to recite the standard spiel. She was about to ask Meng Fan to join as a member when she paused, excitement showing on her face. “Are you… you are the Iron Hero!”

Meng Fan smiled and nodded. “If there’s no one else with this nickname, it’s probably me.”

This kind of reputation was useful in situations like this. After the receptionist recognized Meng Fan, he was ushered into the VIP room. Soon after, the best coach Meng Fan wanted also arrived.

If one did not at least apply for a membership, then even if you get a coach, you wouldn’t be guaranteed the best one. For people who went to the front desk like Meng Fan, coaches were assigned internally on a ‘first come, first serve’ basis. If one wanted to change coaches, it would require waiting, more money, or buying a training package, etc.

A 30-something man with a strong physique and intense gaze walked in. He shook hands with Meng Fan and introduced himself. “Hi, Mr. Meng. I’m Yang Feng, the chief coach at Feng Ji Dojo.”

“Hello, Coach Yang.”

Yang Feng asked Meng Fan to sit. He gave Meng Fan a glass of water delivered by the front desk employee and asked directly, “What would you like to learn? Would you like a group class, or one-on-one classes?”

“One-on-one classes.”

Meng Fan answered honestly. “I want to learn some practical fighting techniques, and I want to learn them fast.”

“Fighting techniques are no problem, but doing it fast…”

Yang Feng shook his head and smiled. He didn’t mock or belittle the comment as he has heard it many times before. Of course, no matter how stupid the students seemed, they wouldn’t be turned away. He answered patiently, “Mr. Meng, there’s no shortcut to learning martial arts. The best way is to customize a training plan and start from the basics. If you just learned some quick tricks or hacks, then it’s like building a sandcastle: not sturdy. Also, I wanted to ask, what is your purpose in studying here? If it’s for fitness or weight loss, you’d need a more systematic training.”

Meng Fan thought Yang Feng’s advice was correct, though he wasn’t sure if there was some membership sales pitch in there. He didn’t care about that. He insisted, “I’m trying to learn some practical fighting skills. I don’t need systemic training.”

He had no choice. There’s not enough time for a systemic learning period.

When Yang Feng looked like he wanted to persuade him more, Meng Fan continued, “Coach Yang, you could give me a customized quick-learning plan. I can pay twice the usual tuition.”

Yang Feng shook his head. “This is not a matter of tuition.”

Meng Fan replied, “Triple the rate, then. You can make it happen.”

Yang Feng said with resignation, without nodding or shaking his head, “This isn’t about money. How about this, Mr. Meng: Let’s do a physical assessment and see your condition. Then we can customize a training plan depending on your level.”

“Great.”

Meng Fan followed Yang Feng to a room dedicated to physical assessment, which had all sorts of equipment.

After a round of assessment, Yang Feng was surprised by the data. The numbers were very unusual. But then he realized, an Iron Hero would have extraordinary strength. As for the weaker charging and balancing power, it’s understandable considering Meng Fan’s physique.

Meng Fan’s reaction speed really surprised Yang Feng, how was he this fast? Especially his hands.

Of course, Yang Feng only knew of Meng Fan’s fight with the K-pop star. If he knew how quick Meng Fan drew as well, he would understand.

Yang Feng was very professional. He found several coaches and quickly designed a training plan for Meng Fan.

Thai boxing, taekwondo, karate, jeet kune do, and Chinese kickboxing, etc., weren’t right for Meng Fan. Boxing was a good match for Meng Fan’s power and reaction speed. Judo and wrestling would also be good for him given Meng Fan’s body type.

However, with Meng Fan’s emphasis on quick learning, focusing on one craft wasn’t suitable. The best way would be to pick one school of martial arts for his training.

After a careful analysis, he figured that both hitting and kicking techniques weren’t the best for him.

Wrestling!

Snatching!

While his coaches were planning his custom training, Meng Fan was given a tour of the dojo by an employee. On one hand, the dojo could show off its equipment, scale, and professionalism. On the other hand, Meng Fan could observe a class in progress.

The class seemed really professional. Meng Fan initially wanted the coach to let him show off his strength; now he thought better of it. Otherwise, it’d have been awkward.

“Wrestling and snatching? Is it wrestling and snatching people?”

Meng Fan’s eyes turned bright as he heard the words. These professionals knew what they were doing; they figured out his strength right away. The techniques sounded great, and thinking of what he’d seen in movies, Meng Fan thought they would be great for him.

“They’re techniques for wrestling and snatching.”

Yang Feng seemed compulsive as he corrected the words. Then he told Meng Fan, “If you think it’s suitable, let’s get started on these two skills. I’m good with these two skills as well, so I can teach you. Would that work?”

“Of course.”

Meng Fan could tell from the coaches Yang Feng sent earlier that Yang Feng was the best here — or at least one of the best — so he wasn’t trying to fool him.

“Go and change first.”

Yang Feng called over an employee who took Meng Fan to go change. Before changing, Meng Fan insisted on paying first.