"Honorable King, what do you need from me?"

"Help me investigate the location of the Blood Cross headquarters. Let me know as soon as you have any news," Ye Qiu said calmly.

"No problem," the person on the other end of the line agreed readily.

Ye Qiu said no more, hung up the phone, left the lounge, and entered the martial arts gym's special training room.

As soon as he entered, he froze for a moment!

It wasn't that there were too many experts, but that a blonde beauty caught Ye Qiu's eye.

The blonde beauty was wearing tight short clothes and shorts, practicing punches against a punching bag. She was drenched in sweat, her clothes soaked through, and that sense of mystery gave Ye Qiu a special feeling.

The key point was that the blonde beauty had a perfect figure. Every punch caused her chest to heave dramatically, adding to her allure.

Three minutes later, the blonde beauty stepped back, exhausted, panting as she stepped aside to rest.

The show had ended; Ye Qiu regretfully shook his head, found a vacant spot, and began practicing his punches.

Almost simultaneously, a robust young coach, full of muscles, shirtless, led a few trainees over to the blonde beauty and said with a smile:

"Miss, I happened to glance at you while you were practicing punches. Pretty good, your movements are very standard, and your punches are powerful, but you're missing a little something. How about I teach you a few moves?"

"Sure," the blonde beauty replied readily, with a good temper.

The young coach's face lit up with a touch of elation, and he struck a pose, showing off his muscles, then strode over to a punching bag and began hitting it heavily.

After demonstrating for two minutes, the young coach stopped punching, turned his head, looked at the blonde beauty, and said proudly:

"See that? When you punch, your elbow should be lifted slightly higher, so that the punch..."

The young coach hadn't finished speaking and suddenly stopped.

In the next second, his entire face turned incredibly gloomy!

Damn it, he had been demonstrating for ages, trying to win the favor of this blonde beauty, but she was looking in another direction?

The young coach, aggrieved, turned his head and saw that not far away, a young man was minding his own business practicing punches.

The young man was Ye Qiu!

"Heh," the young coach looked at Ye Qiu disdainfully and mocked, "Miss, what's there to see? This guy is just so weak!"

"Wow..." The blonde beauty didn't hear what the young coach said, her eyes widened in surprise and she exclaimed, "Man! This guy is so manly! His punching posture is so cool!"

"Cool my ass!" The young coach's face darkened further, glaring at Ye Qiu, and he huffed angrily, "Miss, you're quite inexperienced, this guy's moves look graceful and have a certain feel, but they're all just for show.

You should have seen, from the moment he entered the training room, he's just been shadowboxing there, not daring to practice against a punching bag, clearly afraid of embarrassment."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Saying that, the young coach turned around and punched the punching bag hard twice.

The punching bag swayed violently.

Then, the young coach pointed at the punching bag, looking at Ye Qiu with disdain, and said, "The punching bags in our special training room are completely different from ordinary ones. To make them swing, you need extraordinary explosive power.

Honestly, you may have thought I was relaxed just now, but my punching power could knock out a bull!"

The young coach was bragging enthusiastically, but the blonde beauty didn't pay any attention, quickly walking up to Ye Qiu, waving her hand and smiling:

"Hi, I'm Lin Xueqiong. Can we get to know each other? I think your punching style is really cool, completely different from the boxers in the gym, very explosive and beautiful."

Hoo—hoo—hoo—

Ye Qiu didn't pay attention to Lin Xueqiong, continuing his punching with a whooshing sound, now only thinking of quickly finding an opportunity to break through to the King level, with no mind to waste energy on flirting?

In fact, he was so deep in focus that he almost didn't notice Lin Xueqiong, nearly hitting her!

"Ah!" Lin Xueqiong was startled, screamed, and quickly dodged to the side.

The young coach immediately ran over, gave Ye Qiu a cold look, and taunted, "Miss, now you see you were looking at the wrong person, right? This guy's fist technique is all just for show, pretending to be an expert, guys like him I've seen plenty, they're good for nothing but showing off."

Hoo—hoo—hoo—

As the young coach mocked, Ye Qiu's punches became even fiercer, moving with the grace of a dragon and tiger, as if he were a specter, shuttling back and forth, his every punch aimed at a punching bag in the training room.

"Haha! Hahaha!" The young coach's eyes filled with more mockery, clutching his stomach and laughing, "This is truly ridiculous, shadowboxing at a punching bag and daring to show off? If he's got guts he should practice with me!"

He waved his fist, confident he could knock Ye Qiu down with one punch.

As soon as the young coach finished speaking, Ye Qiu finally stopped punching, shook his head helplessly, and thought to himself, "It's no good, I'm falling just short of breaking through. It seems this kind of training isn't helpful, maybe I need some other trigger."

Ye Qiu, a bit frustrated, had already forgotten about Lin Xueqiong, hands in his pockets, swaggering towards the exit of the training ground.

"Hey! I'm Lin Xueqiong, what's your name?"

The less Ye Qiu paid attention to her, the more curious Lin Xueqiong became. She quickly shouted and chased after him.

However, she only took two steps before she noticed something that made her stop in her tracks, her entire body frozen in place.

The other trainees around were also stunned, their eyes bulging round, unable to come back to their senses for a long time!

The young coach hadn't noticed anything amiss around him, still looking at Ye Qiu's back with resentment, his heart filled with extreme jealousy.

In the past, when he practiced punches, he could always draw cheers and admiring looks from many beauties. This time, he had failed?

And he lost to a loser who only shadowboxed the air.

"Damn it, I can't let this guy off!"

The more the young coach thought about it, the angrier he got, feeling utterly humiliated. His fists tightened as he planned to chase after Ye Qiu and teach him a lesson.

However, just as he took a step forward, he froze on the spot!

"The, the punching bags..." The young coach's mouth opened wide, unable to comprehend how every punching bag in the training room had a fist-sized hole, iron sand spilling out onto the floor.

And the direction of the holes was exactly where Ye Qiu had been punching from!

Thud!

After a dozen seconds, the young coach's legs trembled a few times, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground, muttering in terror, "How, how is this possible?"

The young coach's heart raced uncontrollably, his entire body drenched in sweat.

Just now, that person was just too freakish, right?

Across the air, he had punched through several sandbags filled with iron sand?

How strong is this person, really?

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