Chapter 240 - Chapter 240: 193. The Underworld of the Little Guys
Chapter 240: 193. The Underworld of the Little Guys
“Why are you here so early today,” Huang Zixian expressed his puzzlement, “It’s only 3 p.m., just the fledgling and lightweight matches are on.”
Qing Chen walked into the gym while Huang Zixian sat back into his wheelchair, letting his assistant push him to keep up with the young man’s steps.
In the hallway, Qing Chen lowered his cap and said, “I thought I’d just come and take a look.”
“Actually, you want to observe and learn techniques, right?” Huang Zixian remarked.
“Why would you say that,” Qing Chen asked calmly.
“I can feel it,” Huang Zixian stated from his wheelchair, “Even though you beat me so badly, your techniques are nowhere near mine—that’s something tangible.”
Having said that, he looked up at Qing Chen’s expression and, seeing that the young man wasn’t displeased, he continued, “I’ve been known for my technical style in the ring for a long time. To gauge someone else’s technique, it takes just one punch for me to tell, like when I throw a punch, your evasive moves and defensive posture all rely on subconscious reactions. In a fight, it’s your subconsciousness controlling your body, not you yourself.”
Qing Chen found this notion very interesting and said earnestly, “Go on.”
“Actually, if it wasn’t for my inexplicable tears yesterday, you wouldn’t have won against me,” Huang Zixian also admitted sincerely, “I don’t see you as a regular at Begonia Boxing Gym, and it doesn’t seem like you’ve specially studied me, so you probably don’t know that grappling is my forte. Yesterday, when you counterattacked and I seemed to fall back, I was actually waiting for an opportunity. Just over ten more seconds, and I might have caught a flaw and pinned you to the ground.”
Qing Chen knew that Huang Zixian was telling the truth, and it was precisely because he had sensed the danger that he started to think about what other cards he had to play.
Even after Huang Zixian shed tears, he had not dared to approach rashly.
It was instinct warning him.
Therefore, this was also the reason he came back here, to seriously learn fighting techniques—he wanted to build a solid foundation until the day he could beat a master like Huang Zixian fair and square, without any tricks.
Now, that Huang Zixian could easily point out his weaknesses showed him he still had a long way to go.
Huang Zixian looked at Qing Chen, “You have a strong talent, because your instincts are strong, but without technique, you won’t get far.”
“Yeah, I came early precisely to learn techniques,” Qing Chen said, no longer concealing his intent.
However, Huang Zixian looked confused, “To learn techniques, you need to hire a professional coach. Begonia Boxing Gym doesn’t provide personal trainers; it’s not one of their services.”
“I don’t want to hire a coach,” Qing Chen shook his head, as they teach too slowly, one lesson at a time.
What he intended to do was to observe others fighting, memorize all the details in his mind, go over them slowly, and ultimately make them his own.
But he couldn’t explain his talent to Huang Zixian.
Just then, a gym staff member in a black suit appeared in front of them, speaking in a low polite voice, “Mr. Qing, the boss asked me to check with you whether you will be competing today. If so, we could invite an opponent for you on short notice. If you have someone in mind you’d like to fight, please let me know.”
Qing Chen was startled, “I’m not fighting today, I’m just watching.”
“Then I’ll show you to a private room,” said the staff member, then led the way.
He escorted Qing Chen to the door of a VIP room labeled VIP001. Huang Zixian’s expression turned curious.
Huang Zixian hesitated before asking the staff member, “Can I go in?”
Qing Chen felt it strange; why would he ask if he could enter? Wasn’t it just a private room?
But instead of answering directly, the staff member looked to Qing Chen, “Would you invite Mr. Huang?”
“Invite,” Qing Chen still had things to ask this experienced old-timer.
Upon Qing Chen’s reply, the staff member turned to Huang Zixian, “Mr. Huang, you may go in and accompany Mr. Qing.”
After the staff member inquired about their desired beverages and meals and got their answers, he quietly left the room.
Qing Chen smelled the faint scent in the room as if a hidden orchid were blooming silently in the dark night, fragrant yet not cloying.
He looked at Huang Zixian, “Can you explain that scene just now to me?”
“This is the private room Boss Jiang uses to watch matches, not open to the public,” Huang Zixian explained, “Everyone at Begonia Boxing Gym knows this. She usually watches from this room alone, not letting others near.”
Qing Chen contemplated; no wonder the scent here was so rich—it was that lady’s exclusive place.
He was unaware that Huang Zixian’s mind was already filled with complexities, as the Tiger Grade Boxing King couldn’t be sure what relationship this young man had with the long-established owner of Begonia.
In the mind of someone like Huang Zixian, Jiang Xiaotang was never considered a simple, kind-hearted soul.
Indeed, how could an ordinary woman, who could keep a straight face while personally stabbing Zhou Mo twice in the gut, be anything but extraordinary?
This was the infamous Scorpion of the Fourth District whose beautiful appearance and enchanting figure concealed a chilling coldness and ruthlessness.
At this moment, Huang Zixian hesitated before speaking again, “The Middleweight Level Boxing King Zhou Mo, who refused to compete against you yesterday, was stabbed twice by Boss Jiang herself. He’s still lying in the hospital next door. But this is the way of the martial world, I suppose Zhou Mo was prepared for it.”
“The way of the martial world?” Qing Chen heard this phrase again; the last time Huang Zixian mentioned paying back a life, he had also talked about the way of the martial world.