Boxing God-Chapter 250: Nothing Special

“Kick—drive off the toes; it hits hard and is usually aimed at the ribs or combined with a whip kick to strike the head. Stomp—the most efficient power delivery, it’s the strongest leg technique; used to break an opponent’s balance or attack the chest and lungs. Thrust—the most conservative kick, best for long-range attacks; leaning back helps defense, while a forward hip thrust increases reach…”
Under Datchai’s instruction, Jason Luo began learning basic Leg Techniques. The goal wasn’t to make him a kicking master, but to let him understand how kicks are used and how to deal with them.
“Whip kicks are better deflected than blocked, straight stomps should be met with evasive moves rather than brute resistance, and when you face a thrust, sweep in response…” Jason proved a quick study. After two or three days, his execution of several basic kicks already looked the part.
But it was only surface-level—the transitions weren’t smooth and his power delivery was still far from ideal.
Datchai explained that kicking attacks are often chained together; a fighter will use sustained, dense kicks to seal off any forward paths. Against that, bobbing and lunging won’t work, so Jason had only two realistic ways to close in for punches.
One: use a low sweep to wreck the opponent’s supporting leg balance, then cut in.
Two: read the opponent’s kicking rhythm and, with foreknowledge, evade early and exploit the opening.
“Jason, the second approach is very hard. Your opponent is a K-1 vet—I don’t recommend that gamble. Watch out for feints and trap attacks. And don’t think you can just take it because you’re tough. Those trained in Lethwei are insane; their training is inhuman. Their punches and kicks hit heavy—don’t be careless.”
“The point of teaching you kicks is to strike unexpectedly, so keep Boxing Technique as your main focus. Now I’ll show you punch–kick combos: side kick into a rear straight, inner sweep into hook–sweep combinations…”
So Jason crammed lower-body defense and offense for ten days. Then, the day of the sparring with Ishikawa Hidehisa arrived.
It was a private exchange—no need for ceremony—so they started sparring on the gym’s ring.
Mr. Rod had brought in a pro K-1 referee. As agreed, takedowns and headbutts were banned, but elbows and knees were allowed.
At the referee’s signal, Jason pressed the attack. He couldn’t let Ishikawa dictate range—once the Japanese fighter’s leg game opened up, it would be hard to close.
Ishikawa reacted fast. Seeing Jason surge, he delivered a straight kick to the advancing shin. Jason lifted his knee to avoid it but lost initiative; Ishikawa pivoted and unleashed a flurry of chained kicks.
Only now did Jason really see how dangerous Ishikawa’s Leg Techniques were. A single side whip delivered attacks low, mid, and high—one leg producing three threats. His legs were fast, powerful, and the transitions seamless: one leg down, the other already up—no usable gaps.
Still, with Jason’s current Toughness, as long as he protected his head and vital areas, those attacks weren’t lethal. Even after several heavy kicks to the chest and belly, he felt no alarm.
That surprised Ishikawa. He’d trained Lethwei for three years; his legs were hardened—most people couldn’t stand a single kick from him. Yet after landing several on Jason, there was no obvious reaction. Incredible resilience.
With Jason guarding his head tightly and his torso holding up, Ishikawa shifted lower, repeatedly sweeping at Jason’s calves.
He’d miscalculated. Jason’s entire body had high damage tolerance—outside the vital zones, nothing got through. The man had no obvious weak points.
On the ropes, Jason struggled to close the distance. Ishikawa used straight stomps to control range while retreating, persistently targeting Jason’s shins with low sweeps…
Jason got irritated. Another low sweep? Is that all you’ve got?
Don’t think you’re the only one who can low-sweep—I can do it too!
When Ishikawa launched another low sweep, Jason met it toe-to-toe. He wasn’t fluent in most kicks, but a sideways low sweep was manageable.
Their legs collided—and the crowd around the ring sucked in a breath, Mr. Rod included. A boxer trading leg work with a martial artist? Who’d believe it?
The result: Jason didn’t even flinch. Ishikawa’s strikes had power, but Jason felt no pain—as if his calves had been hardened from long training.
Ishikawa was stunned. A boxer daring to scrap with his legs? Impossible—this kid must be gritting his teeth and faking it. Try again!
He swept again. Jason refused to back down. The two men actually began a fierce leg battle.
After a dozen solid clashes, both fighters started to feel it. Jason first felt numbness, then stinging pain, but he gritted his teeth and held on. It was bearable.
Ishikawa, however, reacted violently—his face flushed crimson, veins bulging; he was clearly suffering.
Seeing that, Jason’s confidence surged. Datchai had hyped Lethwei to the skies, but it turned out not to be unbeatable.
“Want to test who can take a beating? Run and you’re a coward!”
Ishikawa faltered. If Jason hadn’t been wearing boxing shorts, he might have suspected steel plates in those calves—they were that hard. Three years of rope and post training and he still couldn’t outlast this guy. He couldn’t keep going; if he pushed on he’d collapse and be useless for the match.
So Ishikawa backed off—and Jason grinned.
“Can’t keep up?”
“No way. I’ll sweep you flat!” Jason launched a low sweep. Ishikawa wouldn’t meet it head-on; he lifted his knee to avoid, then countered with combinations of punches, denying Jason another chance to kick.
Jason thought, Oh ho—boxing now? Fine, let’s play.
Surprisingly, Ishikawa’s punching had its own flavor: excellent explosiveness and relentless combination work. He looked genuinely fierce.
But after defending for a couple of rounds, Jason noticed Ishikawa’s upper-body power was lacking. With that kind of force, even Jason’s heavy punches from his early pro days were stronger.
All right then.
Jason dropped his guard, took Ishikawa’s attack on the chin, and launched a heavy rear-hand punch straight into the gut.
Ishikawa reacted, dropping his hands to block. But Jason had spent three Free Attribute Points to boost his rear heavy punch during leg training—now it sat at a staggering 35 power. Ishikawa couldn’t absorb it.
Even behind a guard, the hit sent him staggering backward. That single blow left him dazed.
If it had landed clean, he’d have been done—this punch was even more devastating than a hard gut kick.
Ishikawa looked up, shocked, staring at Jason. But Jason didn’t follow up; he merely smiled and asked, “Well? Still want to continue?”
Ishikawa’s face darkened, but he gritted his teeth. “You truly deserve the title. But as a warrior, I won’t give up. Come on—elbows and knees might not threaten you, but fists and feet are blind. Be careful…”
With that, he took two running steps and launched a flying knee strike…