Faced with Liang Feng's excited expression, Huang Yifei felt that he had goose bumps, so he quickly replied: "Coach, can we calm down?"

Hearing Huang Yifei say this, Liang Feng calmed down suddenly, and then he immediately regained his expression as if nothing had happened, and he coughed and said, "You performed well just now. Go and test your boxing power with me later, and then I will consider letting you officially join the provincial team and even the national team."

"That is to say, we are not the provincial team training room now?"

Hearing Huang Yifei's question, Liang Feng replied awkwardly: "The provincial team is not that simple. This is my private training room in the sports academy."

"Damn, then you said you made me a youth training athlete, it turned out to be a cheating me!" Huang Yifei replied dissatisfiedly. He was a coach from a sports academy and must be a professional coach, and then he could become a national athlete. But now he saw that he was still tricked.

"You are wrong to say this. I have applied to the Sports Bureau to become a national second-level athlete, so it is not considered a cheating on you. Okay, these are not important. You can follow me now!"

After saying this, Liang Feng walked out of the boxing training hall as if nothing had happened.

After walking about 200 meters in the sports hall, Liang Feng took Huang Yifei into the new building with a six-story high. It was here that Huang Yifei saw a lot of boxing training equipment, and some boxers were training inside. It seemed that this was the real boxing training hall of the sports hall. Compared with the dilapidated training room before, the equipment here was simply in the sky and underground.

Strike force testing instruments are a professional tool, and there are not many in Hunan. This is why Liang Feng brought Huang Yifei to the boxing gym. However, they were soon surrounded by some boxers, because Zhou Ning's incident had spread just now, and many boxers came over with curiosity to see who could KO Zhou Ning in one round.

Although the boxers here are all curious, it is really not very good to be watched by such a group of muscled men.

When he arrived in front of the strike force tester, a middle-aged man about the same age as Liang Feng looked at Huang Yifei and said, "This instrument can test your fist strength. Just use your greatest strength to hit it."

"Yes." Huang Yifei nodded.

At this time, the middle-aged man adjusted the machine, then turned to Huang Yifei and said, "You can hit it."

Hearing this sentence, Huang Yifei began to tighten the muscles in his body, and then punched the leather pad heavily. There was only a muffled sound, and then the numbers on the strike force tester began to soar until they stopped at the amazing number of 397 pounds.

When I saw this number, the boxers watching the boxers all looked at Huang Yifei with an incredible look. How could such a thin and underage body, which looked like a 397-pound figure? If this is worth kilograms, one punch would hit 180 kilograms.

"Come and try your left hand!" Liang Feng shouted excitedly at this time. He knew that only Huang Yifei's fist strength was very strong, but when it was tested to be as high as 397 pounds, he still couldn't control the surprise in his heart.

After hearing Liang Feng say this, Huang Yifei didn't understand what this number actually represents. After all, he had never tested any boxing power in his previous life. It's enough for a private club to collect money, so he doesn't care about you so much.

The left hand began to accumulate strength and used his waist to drive the strength of his whole body. Huang Yifei punched the leather pad again. This time the value was not as high as the right hand, but it also had 350 pounds of strength.

When the left-hand data appeared, the onlookers made a marveling sound, because the strength of the left and right hands of ordinary people is at least 100 pounds different, and the standard situation is that the difference is about 30%. However, the difference between Huang Yifei's left and right hands is more than 10%, which means that this kid can shoot the left and right simultaneously, and the strength of the left-hand fist is basically no less than that of the right-hand fist. This is generally only a left-handed person can do it!

Liang Feng's hands were excited at this time and began to tremble a little. The previous teachings did not form the habit of traditional right-handedness. It seemed that it worked. This kid really achieved the same strength of left and right hands, which means that he did not have the weakness of traditional right-handed men. In the history of boxing, few people can achieve this.

When this request was made, Liang Feng himself was actually a little picky about the bones, but he just picked the bones so much that Huang Yifei could do it! How great is this kid's potential? Is it true that China's first professional boxing champion really started?

The boxers around him looked at Huang Yifei with a look at the monster. The strength of the left and right fists was almost the same, and they exerted almost three times their weight. You should know that Huang Yifei was just a boxer hovering at the flyweight level, and this punch almost exerted the force that only a featherweight boxer had. Especially in China, some middleweight boxers may have this power, so how can they not surprise people?

Faced with these gazes, Huang Yifei felt very unnatural. He did not understand the meaning of power. After all, he only made up numbers in a private club in his previous life, and had never tested the strength of the boxing, and he would not understand the meaning behind it. So he looked at Liang Feng, wanting to get some explanation from him.

"Come up with me." Liang Feng said lightly, no fluctuations in his expression were seen on his face.

Hearing this, Huang Yifei followed Liang Feng to an office upstairs. Liang Feng said, "Yifei, your test just now has improved compared to the practice at the beginning, but it is not enough."

Liang Feng's words, if they were to let the boxers and coaches hear it just now, would be shocked to let go of their chins. It is not enough to have such strength now. Can you only satisfy you by killing a cow with one punch?

"How much pounds are the average professional boxer?"

Perhaps this question made Liang Feng feel a little guilty. He didn't dare to look at Huang Yifei's gaze, but instead changed the topic: "Professional boxers, such as Tyson, measure the right fist to be 800KG and the left fist to be 500KG. You can convert how many pounds you want. And he is not the heaviest among boxers. Forman's backhand fist can even hit a ton."

Hearing Liang Feng say this, Huang Yifei feels that there is a little reason, and indeed his strength is not enough.
Chapter completed!