Cultivating through increasing my stats in America

Chapter 138 - 132 Reaction Training_2

But this still wasn’t enough; such speed still didn’t put any pressure on Li Ang.

"Maybe add a little more force?"

Li Ang casually caught the sandbag in midair and tossed it back to them.

And so, the four of them threw with even more enthusiasm.

Watching them begin to sweat one by one, and he still hadn’t been hit even once, Li Ang directly suggested they add another sandbag to the mix, so two sandbags were coming at him simultaneously.

After the addition of the second sandbag, the difficulty definitely more than doubled. Originally, he could focus on the dynamic of that one sandbag, but now he had to use his peripheral vision to guard against the other sandbag sneaking up on him.

Starting with two sandbags, Li Ang finally felt the pressure, but even with his full concentration, the four of them still couldn’t handle him at all.

"Add another sandbag."

Seeing them somewhat disheartened and losing motivation, Li Ang could only propose once more.

With three sandbags, even Li Ang’s current reaction speed started to occasionally falter.

Mainly because there were four of them, the sandbags would sometimes fly from a blind spot completely out of his view, necessitating his eyes to keep scanning the entire field.

However, even under such conditions, he still persisted for a full three minutes before stepping down.

This session of the game had increased his [Reaction] by 0.1, which was quite an exceptional result.

He felt that with some sandbags coming from behind, he could even use his sixth sense, or rather, his mental perception, to make judgments.

It’s just that his [Spirit] wasn’t very high at the moment; this perception was sometimes on point and sometimes not, also quite vague.

But the key was that this opened up a new train of thought for him; if his [Spirit] were higher, he might really be able to develop an ability akin to "Spider Sense."

Seeing Li Ang finally stepping down, the others were as happy as if they had just defeated the big boss in a video game.

In their minds, someone who could endure three minutes with a single sandbag was already an expert. As for two sandbags, they had tried it but could hardly play at all; no matter who was up, they couldn’t last half a minute before getting hit.

Yet, this guy from the East, apparently in control of the legendary Chinese Kung Fu, only got hit after enduring the assault of three sandbags.

"Finally, it’s my turn!"

The little chunky kid in a cartoon T-shirt, with a face full of excitement, wiped the sweat off his forehead before moving to the center of the area.

Despite his chunkiness, he was surprisingly agile, dodging the sandbag twice in succession, and then it reached Li Ang’s hands.

"Smack!"

Before the little guy could react to what happened, the sandbag had already landed on his belly and then bounced to the ground.

One must control the force with sandbags, unlike darts; otherwise, they might not last two throws before breaking.

Still, the sandbag in Li Ang’s hand was not just a little faster than those in others’ hands.

In less than a minute, the three who went up in turn were all taken down by Li Ang’s sandbag throws.

Having gotten used to the speed of an average person’s throws, they simply couldn’t adapt to Li Ang’s pace.

The group looked mournfully at Li Ang back in the center of the area, silently increasing the number of sandbags to three; otherwise, they’d wear themselves out today without being able to get him out.

It wasn’t until the school’s population started dwindling that the three cautiously made a request to go home to Li Ang.

Li Ang didn’t bully these junior schoolmates; the training that afternoon had increased his [Reaction] by a solid 0.42, which was incredibly effective.

But as his [Reaction] kept improving, to maintain such a rate of increase, he’d need an even higher intensity of training.

The next day at school, the atmosphere across the campus was not very upbeat, for today was the day of the start-of-term tests.

Li Ang sat quietly at his desk, reviewing the parts of the textbook he hadn’t finished reading yet.

The morning passed, and for each test, Li Ang was always the first to turn in his paper.

The other top students in the class couldn’t help but remark that this Eastern genius must have devoted all his energy to studying over the summer break.

In the afternoon, his test results had just come out when Sofia took him to the school leaders’ office.

Before convincing this homeroom teacher, one might think she’s a cold person, but once you have her support, she becomes a very reliable ally.

"Sofia, are you saying he wishes to apply to stop attending classes at school?"

"Yes, this is his personal file."

Perhaps he didn’t want even a fraction of the power in his control to go to waste; it took a full thirty-minute tug-of-war before he finally gave in.

"Li Ang, your academic scores are indeed outstanding, including this start-of-term test where, as expected, with all your near-perfect scores, you should be the first in the grade. But I notice an issue; your extracurricular experiences are very limited, and your performance in sports is lackluster..."

"As you can see, I’m making this request precisely to enrich my extracurricular experiences. Furthermore, regarding sports, I believe these several championships are sufficient to prove my abilities in this area."

Li Ang, somewhat impatient with his prattle, retorted sharply.

The leader, in his fifties, nodded calmly and continued:

"All right, I have one final request. I hope you can lead our school’s team to earn some impressive results in the upcoming competitions."