Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 239: 192. To Compensate for Qing Chen’s Weaknesses_2

At that moment, Jiang realized why Zheng Yi was striving so hard in his studies—it was the last effort that people at the bottom could make, as they could only change their fate through knowledge.

After arriving at school, Jiang suddenly found that her classmates in Senior 2 Class 3 were all whispering to each other. But when she and Zheng Yi entered the room, everyone stopped their discussions and turned their attention to her.

Out of curiosity, she asked one of the boys, “What’s going on?”

“Two of our classmates went to a boxing match with their older cousin last night and were surprised to find out that the transfer student you are familiar with was actually in the ring,” the boy whispered. “They say Qing Chen is also known as Qing Xiaotu at the Begonia Boxing Gym, and last night, he was graded as a Tiger Grade for the first time as a newcomer.”

The underground boxing matches in the Octagon cage, where life and death could be decided, didn’t make it to the official stage, but a lot of Federal people, especially teenagers, liked watching them.

The curious boy looked toward Jiang, “Didn’t you two leave school together yesterday? Didn’t you know?”

“I really had no clue,” Jiang replied.

A classmate who had witnessed the boxing match said excitedly, “I saw with my own eyes how Qing Chen fought in the grading match. He was getting hit at first, but then he became fiercely aggressive. However, after he reached the Tiger Grade, it seemed like Qing Chen was struggling. He was being beaten by that Huang Zixian for more than ten minutes before he made a desperate turnaround.”

Jiang nodded, understanding why Qing Chen hadn’t come to school today.

To tell the truth, she had also been to an underground boxing match. Just in City 18 alone, there were over a hundred boxing venues, each more ferocious than the last. Qing Chen was surely covered in bruises now.

Another classmate who was at the scene last night continued, “Qing Chen wasn’t struggling at all, okay? I think the most exciting match last night was that one. You all don’t know, Qing Chen initially had trouble adapting to the rhythm of the Tiger Grade, was pushed to the edge of the Octagon cage, but later, I don’t know how he suddenly went into a frenzy. He exchanged blow for blow, life for life, with his opponent, hampering the old boxing king, and in the end, he even made him cry!”

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At this very moment, Qing Chen was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting. He had no idea a discussion about him was unfolding in his class.

Qing Chen knew Uncle Li Dong had taken him to the ring for the purpose of allowing him to digest the power he had obtained through actual combat.

Each Knight’s ascension was a leap, so they had to familiarize themselves with their new strength.

It was like a little child suddenly coming into ten million but only knowing that the money could buy candy, not realizing it could also buy houses, cars, even motorhomes.

And unlike those seasoned trainers, the training Qing Chen had received consisted only of the brief period Ye Wan had hurriedly taught him.

So, he needed to keep revising, observing, and learning, which were things he was best at.

Every day in the boxing gym, life-or-death fights took place, and the boxers were among the most skilled in combat techniques, which was why generations of Knights honed themselves there.

As Uncle Li said before he left, “Once you can beat a Tiger Grade Boxer without using Knight Vital Energy, you can start thinking about the next life-or-death trial.”

That meant Qing Chen was to learn the best fighting techniques from the best underground boxers in the top gym of the Fourth District.

Only by then would he not be a fool with just raw power.

Thinking this, Qing Chen finished his review for the day and dialed a number on his phone, “Hello, this is Qing Xiaotu. Could you send the nanny car to pick me up?”

Jiang Xiaotang’s laughter came from the other end, “Of course, I’ll arrange it for you right away. You’re our gym’s star boxer now; you can come over whenever you want. Let me see, the address your father left is Luo Shen Building, right?”

“Yes, Luo Shen Building, thank you,” Qing Chen hung up the phone.

He was puzzled – shouldn’t such a call go to the gym’s staff? Why was it directly connected to Boss Jiang’s mobile phone?

Soon, the nanny car arrived. Qing Chen sat in the luxurious vehicle and noticed that fruits and pastries had already been prepared for him on the table next to his seat.

The black nanny car navigated through the vast and intricate city, like moving through a labyrinth.

Some minutes later, the car drove straight into the back door of the gym, but as Qing Chen opened the car door, he froze.

Huang Zixian sat in a wheelchair, quietly waiting. Upon seeing Qing Chen get out of the car, he struggled to stand up.

Qing Chen sized him up.

The other man’s injuries were more severe than his, and his left arm was in a sling, suggesting bone damage.

However, what Qing Chen found strange was that despite such serious injuries, Huang Zixian didn’t rest peacefully but came specifically to wait for him.

Huang Zixian brushed aside his assistant’s attempt to help and bowed to Qing Chen, “Boss Jiang told me you were coming, so I made my way out from the neighboring hospital to wait for you here just to say thank you.”

Qing Chen shook his head, “Actually, it wasn’t necessary. You were already out of fighting capability; I had no need to kill you.”

Huang Zixian shook his head, “The others in the Octagon cage might not be as kind as you. Perhaps you are not a regular visitor to boxing gyms or do not often watch underground fights, so you may not know how cruel the Octagon cage can be. But I am very clear about what kind of place it is, and on behalf of my wife and children, I wanted to thank you. If I had died yesterday, their fate would have been bleak.”

Before Qing Chen could respond, Huang Zixian continued, “My gratitude is heartfelt. Right now, I may not have anything substantial to offer, but time will prove everything. I owe you my life. I’ll get my family’s affairs in order as soon as I can, and then my life will be at your disposal.”

Qing Chen looked at Huang Zixian, whose gaze was incredibly earnest.

On the boxing ring, everyone is an opponent, but outside the ring, they are all living people with wives, children, relatives; they joke and drink.

Qing Chen hadn’t previously explored what kind of person the other guy was, but at this moment, he felt the Tiger Grade Boxing King’s courage and character.

After a moment of silence, Qing Chen said, “Alright, I’ll remember the favor you owe.”

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Thanks to Big Brother Four and Shi Mie for becoming the new allies of this book. Thanks to the boss, the boss is generous.

I want to explain why there is only one chapter today. Ren Xiaosu has been having nightmares these past few nights, afraid and unable to sleep. Last night, I was woken up seven or eight times, and today I am really not in the best condition. I wrote a lot but deleted most of it, so that’s all for today.

I will make up for today’s update tomorrow.