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I followed closely behind and entered the mysterious underground passage. The passage was long, and we walked for about five minutes before reaching the end. At the end stood a heavy metal door. Uncle Zhao entered a password, and the metal door slowly opened, revealing a bright scene.
What lay before us was a massive underground training facility! It was equipped with all kinds of advanced training equipment: shooting ranges, combat arenas, swimming pools... everything one could imagine. Dozens of strong men in black training suits were engaged in various high-intensity workouts. Their movements were clean and precise, their gazes resolute; they were clearly well-trained elites.
I looked around in astonishment, feeling as if I had stepped into a spy base from a movie. I turned to Uncle Zhao, my eyes filled with questions.
Uncle Zhao walked to the center of the training area. The men who were training saw him and immediately stopped their activities, standing straight with respectful gazes fixed on him.
"From today onward, this will be your training ground," Uncle Zhao said as he turned to me, his eyes filled with anticipation. "I will impart all my knowledge to you and train you to become a powerful warrior!"
Hearing Uncle Zhao's words filled me with shock. I looked at this kind-hearted old man before me; he possessed such formidable strength and commanded such a mysterious base!
"Uncle Zhao, who... who exactly are you?" I couldn't help but ask.
Uncle Zhao took a deep breath and slowly replied, "I was once an agent belonging to an international secret organization. This organization is dedicated to maintaining world peace and combating terrorism and criminal activities."
Upon hearing this, I was even more astonished. I never expected that Uncle Zhao had such a legendary background.
"Then why do you want to help me?" I asked, filled with gratitude and confusion.
"Because I believe in you. You have a spirit of perseverance, which is exactly what I admire," Uncle Zhao said, patting my shoulder earnestly. "Lu Fan, remember, strength is not meant for revenge, but to protect yourself and those you cherish."
I looked at Uncle Zhao and nodded seriously. "I will remember, Uncle Zhao."
"Let's get started," Uncle Zhao turned to a burly man and said, "Heizi, from today on, you are responsible for training his physical fitness and combat skills."
"Yes!" the man called Heizi replied loudly, walking up to me and sizing me up with a hint of disdain in his eyes. "Kid, follow me!"
I followed Heizi to the training arena. He tossed me a set of training clothes. "Change into these!"
After changing into the training clothes, I walked up to Heizi. He pointed at the punching bag in front of us. "First, throw a thousand punches so I can see your strength!"
A thousand punches? I silently groaned; that was way too many!
"What? Is that too much?" Heizi scoffed. "With your small frame, you think a thousand punches is too much?"
I gritted my teeth and walked up to the punching bag, starting to throw punches.
One punch, two punches, three punches...
My fists struck the punching bag repeatedly, producing a dull sound.
My arms began to ache, my breathing became rapid, and sweat dripped continuously from my forehead.
Five hundred punches, six hundred punches, seven hundred punches...
I could no longer feel my arms; my entire body felt like it was falling apart, but I gritted my teeth and persevered.
Nine hundred punches, nine hundred fifty punches, nine hundred ninety-nine punches...
With the last punch, I exerted all my strength and hit the punching bag hard.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the punching bag shook violently from my strike.
I collapsed weakly onto the ground, gasping for breath.
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