Chapter 8

Early the next morning, Su Chen arrived at the boxing gym early. He needed to test his basic physical strength as soon as possible; he couldn't wait until the match to find out his own capabilities.

Spirit: 1.2

Strength: 0.4

Constitution: 0.5

Agility: 0.5

These stats were a significant improvement from yesterday, especially in spirit. As for strength...

"Boom!"

408 pounds?

Su Chen almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

"408 pounds for a single punch is the data for a D-class boxer. I clearly didn't meet the boxer standards yesterday. Could there be a mistake?"

He was a bit uncertain, standing in place. He then delivered a side kick to the force-measuring machine, and the red screen numbers flickered.

610 pounds!

A leg strike was 200 pounds heavier than a punch, due to the greater leg strength. This data was also correct.

"Oh, right, the red fruit I ate yesterday mainly increased my spirit, but my constitution and strength also improved significantly. So, before the improvement yesterday, my strength was only 0.3."

Understanding the situation, Su Chen chuckled.

With the match approaching, increasing his strength greatly increased his chances of survival. This was a good thing.

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen, something's wrong!"

Heizi rushed in, looking very serious. He had said he would gather information about Su Chen's opponent, and now he seemed to have heard bad news.

"Who is the first opponent the gym has arranged for me?"

Su Chen felt a sense of unease.

"It's Iron Wolf. Arranging him as the first opponent must be a setup."

Heizi said angrily.

"How can it be him? The levels don't match. Isn't he a senior C-class boxer preparing to fight in the B-class tournament in the second half of the year? How can he be in the same match as a beginner like me? This is clearly targeting me."

At this moment, Su Chen remembered Shen Yue's words: "If you don't improve in these few days, you'll die in the ring within three matches."

Her prediction had come true. If he still had yesterday's physical condition, he would have no chance of survival. What was Manager Paul thinking?

Su Chen frowned, unable to understand.

"Kid, why do you look like you've lost your mother? Where's your arrogance from yesterday? I told you you were dead, and you didn't believe me. Hahaha~~"

At the door of the force-measuring room, Iron Wolf entered with two boxers, his eyes coldly fixed on Su Chen. "The moment you killed my brother, you were already a dead man."

After speaking, Iron Wolf twisted his body and kicked, and the air crackled like a whip. A 400-pound sandbag hanging in the air was kicked back sharply.

The place where it was kicked split open, as if cut by a knife, and the sand poured out like water.

"Brother Wolf is amazing. His leg can kick through the air like a whip and a knife. His strength must exceed a thousand pounds. Fighting a 300-pound strength sparring partner is just bullying. One punch would kill him." A lean boxer said enviously.

Heizi stepped forward and said with a cold laugh, "Who says strength alone guarantees victory? Mad Dog was also strong, but he was killed by Brother Chen."

He didn't lose face, but Heizi's eyelids twitched when he saw Iron Wolf's kick. That day, he had exchanged a few blows with Iron Wolf and only suffered minor injuries, thinking Iron Wolf wasn't that strong.

Now, it seemed Iron Wolf hadn't been serious. If he used his "knife leg," Heizi knew he couldn't block it.

Iron Wolf's face turned red. The mention of Mad Dog being killed hit a sore spot. He laughed angrily, "If Su Chen hadn't taken banned drugs, how could he have been a match for my brother? If you have the guts, take the drugs again in three days and see if I can kill you."

After saying this, Iron Wolf didn't look at Su Chen again and walked out the door, suddenly turning back to say, "Fat Wang fell and became paralyzed last night. He had a lot of drugs, so now he can take as much as he wants."

"Hmph! This bastard is just showing off. Wang Tingwei must have been attacked by his people."

Seeing Iron Wolf turn and leave, Heizi's mood became even heavier. He said gloomily, "Iron Wolf comes from the Death Training Camp, where they train their entire body to be as hard as steel. His 'knife leg' starts with kicking tree stumps, then stone pillars, and finally steel pillars. The standard is to bend a steel rod as thick as an arm into an arc."

"This leg technique is extremely powerful. If you get hit, you're basically dead. Brother Chen, why don't you run to another province? You're not like Fat Wang; his people can't do anything to you."

"Run? The Tianwu Group's influence spans the world. Since I signed the boxer's life and death agreement, I can only fight. Where could I run with my family?"

Su Chen said helplessly.

Heizi was thinking too simply. Dealing with boxers who breach their contracts and flee, the Tianwu Group would send more than just a few boxers.

The internal enforcement team could use weapons. How many could he handle unarmed?

"Fat Wang was retaliated against, which is good news. Ha, he tried to scheme against me? Truly, evil begets evil."

Su Chen couldn't help but laugh, his mind immersed in the chip.

When Iron Wolf used his leg just now, Su Chen heard a prompt: "Beep, whip kick detected, recorded, host can learn."

The chip in his mind scanned the leg technique from all angles, and Su Chen focused on it.

Under the image analysis, the muscle movement, blood flow, and breathing rhythm when Iron Wolf kicked were all clear.

Just a simple scan, and Iron Wolf's signature move had no secrets left. Indeed, the learning chip was powerful.

However, this was stealing. He had heard that stealing martial arts techniques would result in being thrown into the sea with broken legs, but Su Chen wasn't afraid.

Using the chip to steal, he could learn more thoroughly than anyone else without being detected.

Without evidence, no one could say anything against him.

"Brother Chen, are you stunned?"

Heizi saw Su Chen not only not worried but also smiling, clearly distracted. He waved his hand in front of Su Chen's eyes.

"You're the one who's stunned."

Su Chen slapped his hand away. "Heizi, it's not that serious. I've made significant progress recently. Look."

He twisted his waist and punched, fast as lightning, and with a "bang," he hit the force-measuring machine.

A sharp beep, and a large number appeared on the screen: 410.

"410 pounds for a single punch, this is the strength of a D-class boxer. Brother Chen, you've finally reached the boxer level. Weren't you only 300 pounds?"

Heizi was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth, getting excited.

Su Chen's boxing technique was already very good; the only thing lacking was strength. As long as his strength matched others, he wouldn't fear those boxers.

Heizi's excitement didn't last long, and his mood turned gloomy again.

Compared to Iron Wolf's 800-pound punch, 300 pounds of strength was useless. A touch would injure, a brush would kill.

At 400 pounds of punch strength, even with technique, what difference would it make against Iron Wolf? Would there be any chance of survival?

"We are street-trained boxers without special training, but we are young and constantly improving."

"As long as we study hard and practice diligently, we can learn others' strengths and surpass them."

Su Chen smiled and said.

He knew Heizi had exchanged a few blows with Iron Wolf yesterday and was psychologically affected, so he needed to boost his confidence.

Confidence is the key to winning. Without confidence, you will definitely lose.

"Alright, don't worry about me. I have something to do. You continue practicing your boxing. You still have twenty-five matches, a much tougher task than mine."

Su Chen, of course, couldn't reveal his secret. He used some grand words to attribute his strength increase to hard work and practice.

Fortunately, Heizi was thick-skinned and never doubted him, believing whatever he said.

He didn't think about why Su Chen was a sparring partner and not a boxer, which was due to his lack of strength.

In two years, Su Chen's strength had only increased to 300 pounds. How could it have increased by nearly 100 pounds in just two days?

Heizi responded and went to practice by the sandbag. Iron Wolf's strength had also motivated him, and his carefree face now showed a hint of seriousness.