Lucky Spin: Godly Programming-Chapter 75: Training

[Well, since we are taking too much time and it consumes my energy a lot just to talk with you, it’s time for the battle to start]

[Good luck]

With that, the system panel dissipated. In an instant, the instructor dashed forward.

Jeff was shocked and was too slow to react, "Oh, noo..."

Before he could even think about what he was going to say after that, a fist slammed into his stomach.

The impact caved in his abdomen, causing his body to arch down as he gasped for breath. The force was so overwhelming that he felt his ribs shift, with the pain searing through his core.

He was flung into the air, as the pain overwhelmed him, it felt as though he’d been hit by a speeding motorcycle. His head was about to crash to the ground when.

A kick came in sideways, cutting through the air at an impossible speed. Seeing it coming, Jeff tried to block it, but it was too late.

The kick landed hard in his abdomen, driving the breath from his lungs. He was thrown away, spinning in the air like a ragdoll, and crashed to the ground.

He rolled across the white floor, spitting out blood. The world felt distant as his body lay numb, every nerve of his were screaming in pain.

He could feel his bones, surely broken from the attack, aching in ways he never thought possible.

His vision blurred as he struggled to move, each breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Damn you system! At least give me some time to prepare," he said, his voice filled with resentment.

The pain was unbearable, so intense that it made him want to puke. But then, all of a sudden, the pain disappeared as if it had never been there.

Then he felt a rush of energy surge through him, as his body no longer injured.

[Host, there’s no need to panic. Whenever you lose, the match will be restarted. Feel free to learn more about the battle.]

The system stated before it disappeared, he was about to called out the system as he stood up.

When he noticed that the instructor was back in the spot, where it appeared in the very first spot it came.

When the instructor launched at him again, Jeff anticipated the strike and quickly raised both arms, shielding himself.

As the instructor’s fist collided with his forearms, the impact rang through his bones. The blow was incredibly heavy and fast, causing Jeff to grit his teeth and grunt through the searing pain.

His arms trembled from the force, but he held his ground, feeling the shockwaves travel up his limbs.

Despite the protection, it felt like his entire body was rattling from the sheer power of the strike.

He slid back from the blow, almost losing his balance as his feet scraped against the polished white floor.

But thankfully, he managed to stay upright, not falling over. He didn’t let the moment slip, keeping his focus sharp on the instructor.

Jeff could feel it, the instructor was about to make his move again.

And sure enough, he saw the instructor’s movements. They were exactly the same, the identical footwork, the same stance, and the same rhythm.

It was as if the instructor had rehearsed this battle a thousand times.

"Is this really an expert in combat? It’s just going to use the same moves a third time now," Jeff muttered, wondering if it’s a novice or an expert.

Then, with a swish, the instructor turned into a blur, his body shifting slightly to the left. Jeff saw the opening, the same footwork and stance as before.

In a desperate move, Jeff stepped in, countering with a right hook, his fist flying with all the strength he could muster.

As a man, if he couldn’t fight back and seek some sort of revenge, then he might as well be gay.

Despite his timid nature and the fear of being hurt, he couldn’t back down now, especially not when it involved something as big as this.

If he didn’t fight back, he’d be beaten down until his mind collapsed. Just when he thought he had figured out the pattern, reality proved him wrong.

In the blink of an eye, Instructor Jakol closed the distance, shifting his stance mid-motion. With a twist of his hips, he planted one foot firmly on the ground like an anchor.

Then, suddenly, a devastating spinning elbow slammed into Jeff’s ribs from an upward angle. It bypassed his guard, driving under it like a wedge.

It felt like a jackhammer kissed his side, but this kiss was anything but soft. It was deadly. The force of the blow left Jeff gasping for air, his body collapsing under the sheer impact.

Crack!

His vision blurred as his ribs shattered, the pain searing through him. His feet left the ground, his body lifted from the sheer torque of the blow.

Before he could even start to fall, the same thing that happened in the first battle began to reoccurred.

Instructor Jakol moved again, this time sweeping his legs out from under him mid-air with a low rotational heel kick.

Jeff’s body twisted as he was sent crashing to the ground, the force of the kick amplifying the already unbearable pain.

And that last attacked finished the combo. Jeff hit the ground hard, rolling sideways like a ragdoll before skidding to a stop, coughing blood with every breathe.

"What... was that... move? He changed attacks... mid-sequence... is this ... why he was feared?" he cursed inwardly finally knowing how good he was.

He could only lie there, broken and hurt, his eyes wide as the realization hit him. He had been played.

This wasn’t some brawler fight, it was a battle of pure skill, just as he had thought earlier.

The instructor was incredibly capable, literally deserving of that title. But Jeff knew that the skills he had witnessed were only the tip of the iceberg.

As the system healed his injuries, Jeff focused himself, determined to apply what he had learned.

The pain mentally was still burning, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the next step which is adapting, learning, and getting stronger.

Then instructor Jakol was put into reset, returning to his very first spot. Jeff stood there, his eyes locked on the figure, waiting to see him move.

He had already experienced this rush three times, but this time, he was ready for the explosive dash.

He lowered his stance, his arms raised tighter, his body balanced just enough to counter the impact that was about to come.

And just like before, Jakol launched at him showing a sudden blur of motion. Jeff wasn’t dumb enough to fall for the same move again.

His eyes narrowed, coldly studying the familiar footwork. This time, he moved, his right foot slid back, and his left shoulder dipped, preparing to evade.

His muscles tensed, ready to dodge and land a solid counterattack.

Jakol’s face came into view, the strike approaching with deadly speed.

But Jeff was no longer just reacting, he was moving with a goal, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.

His stance was lower. Arms raised tighter. His center of gravity balanced just enough to counter the impact.

Jakol’s fist came in fast and direct, but Jeff shifted his weight just in time, stepping to the side as the punch narrowly missed his chest.

Trusting his reflexes, he twisted his torso and snapped his arm forward, aiming a counterstrike toward Jakol’s exposed ribs.

The movement was fluid and precise, which is the perfect moment to strike. Jeff could feel the energy building as his fist closed in, determined to make this counterattack count.

For a brief moment, it felt like he had control. But that illusion shattered instantly.

Jakol, without hesitation, allowed his momentum to carry through, his body rotating with unnatural fluidity.

He twisted mid-punch, as if the missed strike was part of the plan all along. In one smooth motion, his arm coiled around Jeff’s back like a snake, locking in position.

Before Jeff could react, Jakol anchored his stance, using his own movement against him, and spun sideways, executing a brutal shoulder lock throw that flipped Jeff violently over his hip.

Then, with a sharp twist and a precision honed by countless battles, Jakol’s body shifted like a machine executing a perfect command.

Jeff felt his balance vanish as he was yanked forward, his weight lifted off the ground. The throw was smooth, ruthless, and impossibly fast.

His face met the white floor with bone-rattling force, the impact echoing through the vast room like thunder. A crack split the ground beneath him.

His nose shattered on contact with his shoulder wrenching violently out of place.

His body convulsed from the shock, a strangled cry escaping his throat, but even that was cut short as his lungs emptied from the sheer force of the slam.

He twitched in place with his limbs trembling, as the blood and spit pooling beneath him as the pain pulsed through every nerve like lightning.

"Don’t tell me he let me dodge just to bait a counter..."

The realization hit harder than the throw. Jakol stood in silence with a relaxed posture, not even adopting a stance.

There was no need. Every move he made flowed like second nature, as if his body already knew the outcome before it happened.

Jeff groaned, pain crawling across his broken frame like fire under his skin. His ribs screamed, as his shoulder throbbed.

"Third time is still not enough, I guess" he muttered.

Dragging himself forward with trembling arms, his blood staining the white floor beneath him.

And then, as if the world snapped back into default, the pain vanished.

The blood was gone, his bones were reset and his strength had returned. The white room had reset the match again.

"Am I going to be beaten forever?" Jeff said as he raised both hands in defense.

He wanted to cry so bad, since it hurts so bad. The pain is no joke, since the pain is so new to him.

Imagine being punched like you were hit by a heavy truck, and made your very bones cracked from the intensity and then will be recovered so you can repeat that process.

It’s like being sent to an endless cycle of torture.

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