Of course, this had nothing to do with being dedicated to his job.

It was simply that Zheng Dashan had discovered a secret: his older brother had a watch at home identical to the one on Sun Dasheng's wrist, reportedly worth 1.8 million yuan. Because it was so expensive, his brother kept it hidden at home, terrified to wear it out, lest he follow in the footsteps of the disgraced "Watch Brother."

What a wealthy client! I have to snatch him up. At the same time, this will deny Wu Yue any chance of a comeback. Isn't that a win-win? A win-win! It means I win twice. Fucking awesome!

"Oh? Since when did I become a bargaining chip for you all? Did I agree to this?"

With a single sentence, Sun Dasheng shattered Zheng Dashan's beautiful dream.

That's right. He was the client. By what right could they manipulate him? To be used as a betting chip was utterly ridiculous. Wu Yue, who had been maintaining a cold expression, suddenly let out a snort of laughter.

"Zheng Dashan, he clearly doesn't think much of you, so don't be so conceited," she said. Little Chili's reputation was well-deserved; her words were just as sharp as her nickname implied.

Zheng Dashan's face flushed red and the veins on his neck bulged with anger.

"Fine! If we lose, I'll pack my things and get lost!" Wu Yue declared with a look of indifference. "Will that do?" she asked.

Zheng Dashan nodded grimly. He called over his most outstanding student, saying, "Wang Qiang, you're up next. Don't hold back. Give them a harsh lesson for me."

They both weighed in. There wasn't much of a difference; both were in the 80-kilogram class. But Wang Qiang was just over 170 centimeters tall, and his build was significantly broader than Sun Dasheng's.

Both were novices. However, Sun Dasheng had only taken two lessons, while Wang Qiang had a good three months of training under his belt. In terms of physique, one was tall and lean, the other short and stocky. As the two men stood in the ring, it seemed the outcome was decided before the match even began.

"Your advantage is your reach. Try to maintain distance, wear down his stamina, and then switch to defensive counter-attacks later," Wu Yue instructed as she helped him put on his protective gear.

"Can't I just attack?" Sun Dasheng wasn't satisfied with a defensive approach.

Wu Yue was taken aback. "Of course you can, but the margin for error at the beginning is extremely low. You'd have to multitask, constantly dodging his fast and heavy punches while simultaneously looking for the perfect moment to strike."

This was asking too much of a novice. It required years of training to build that kind of muscle memory, which was precisely his weak point. She wasn't optimistic.

Meanwhile, Zheng Dashan was giving Wang Qiang his strategy, which could be summed up in one word: charge! Overwhelm the opponent, force him to make mistakes, find an opening, and land a one-hit KO!

Just imagining that scene… it's going to be glorious, isn't it? Zheng Dashan smirked smugly.

The referee, another male coach, looked rather mild-mannered. He stood in the middle of the ring and asked if both sides were ready. The two fighters, now fully geared up, nodded, stepped forward, and bumped their gloves together.

The match officially began!

Wang Qiang had just turned 24 and was in his physical prime. Three months of sweat had drilled the basic boxing movements into his muscle memory. He glanced at the scrawny 'old guy' across from him and smirked. He took a few steps back, then lunged forward, throwing a straight punch right at Sun Dasheng's face.

Damn, he really is just charging in! Seeing the attack coming, Sun Dasheng couldn't afford to be careless. He raised his fists, ready to dodge.

Huh? He found that his opponent's punch seemed a little... slow? It was like watching a movie in slow motion. While not as exaggerated as bullet time, the speed had definitely decreased. Could this be a side effect of the system upgrade on his body?

The first attack hit nothing but air.

Wang Qiang frowned. Whenever he practiced with the coach or other students, very few could dodge his fast and heavy opening strike. They either took the hit or raised their guard to block it. But after his first strike missed, his follow-up combination of straights, jabs, and hooks was also dodged, one by one.

He flew into a humiliated rage. How could he, with a solid three months of training, be outmatched by someone who'd only trained twice? He dropped his raised left guard and began wildly swinging both fists in a ceaseless flurry. It was reminiscent of Cheng Yaojin's famous three axe strikes—his final, ultimate move.

[Eh! He actually dodged the first one. Seems like he's got some skill!]

[Hmm, definitely better than you. Remember you got KO'd by Wang Qiang with one punch yesterday.]

[Let's be good friends and not point out the obvious. But I doubt he can dodge this continuous flurry from Wang Qiang. After all, even you—ranked second—couldn't dodge it.]

[Definitely. Just wait and watch the show, that guy's about to get KO'd...]

Before he could finish his sentence, the situation in the ring changed dramatically.

"Are you finished with your attacks? Because now it's my turn," Sun Dasheng said nonchalantly, as if this were a turn-based game, not a competitive sport.

His words provoked Wang Qiang's anger, but he had forgotten his coach's warning: in boxing, anger is the most dangerous emotion, as it easily creates openings for an opponent.

Sun Dasheng didn't use any flashy moves. He simply threw a straight punch, exploiting the opening before him and landing it squarely on his opponent's jaw.

This punch didn't carry the force of a normal 80 kg fighter. It was multiplied by 1.5: the Power of Three Kidneys.

THUD!

One moment, Wang Qiang was fine; the next, he was collapsing stiffly onto the mat.

"KO!"

The crowd below was stunned.

"Quick! Get him to the infirmary!" Zheng Dashan, still a qualified coach, quickly snapped back to reality.

He first pried open the eyes of the downed Wang Qiang. Seeing that the pupils weren't dilated, he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness… there was no major damage.

[Pinch me. Did I just hallucinate that? Did Wang Qiang just get KO'd?]

The person beside him gave him a shove. [Come on, help carry him out! Coach Zheng is already losing his mind over there.]

With that, the two carried the unconscious Wang Qiang away.

Since it was a large chain gym, it had its own professional medical department. News soon came that Wang Qiang had woken up with no serious injuries. However, perhaps feeling too ashamed to face anyone after his defeat, he had already left on his own.

"What are you trying to do? Can't you accept defeat?" Seeing Zheng Dashan approaching, Wu Yue shielded Sun Dasheng behind her like a mother hen protecting her chick.

"A misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" Zheng Dashan forced a smile. He turned to Sun Dasheng. "We lost this time. I'll honor the bet and admit defeat. I deeply apologize for what I said before. I'm sorry!"

To her surprise, he even bowed.

Wu Yue was dumbfounded. This was the first time she had ever seen him act this way. Could it be I misjudged him?

But his next words made the tiny bit of goodwill she had just developed for him instantly vanish into thin air.

"You're the most talented boxer I've ever seen. How about you learn from me? I guarantee you'll shine on the world stage one day."

Thinking of Sun Dasheng's wealthy background, he quickly added, "For fighters like us who can't make it big, the income is average. But once you get famous on the world stage, the money really starts rolling in." He then listed several active boxing champions, mentioning their annual incomes were over a hundred million—in US dollars. "Even if you only reach the top tier domestically," he continued, "it's easy to earn a small goal of one hundred million RMB a year."

Unfortunately, his entire spiel was wasted on the wrong audience. Sun Dasheng, who could make money just by lying around thanks to his system, would never sacrifice his health for a 'small goal' of a hundred million a year.

Out of the question.

"No, thank you," Sun Dasheng said flatly. "I only practice boxing for self-defense."

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