Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 240 193. The Underworld of the Little Guys

”Why are you here so early today,” Huang Zixian expressed his puzzlement, ”Itʼs 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 manʼs steps.

In the hallway, Qing Chen lowered his cap and said, ”I thought Iʼd 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—thatʼs something tangible.”

Having said that, he looked up at Qing Chenʼs expression and, seeing that the young man wasnʼt displeased, he continued, ”Iʼve been known for my technical style in the ring for a long time. To gauge someone elseʼs 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, itʼs your subconsciousness controlling your body, not you yourself.”

Qing Chen found this notion very interesting and said earnestly, ”Go on.”

”Actually, if it wasnʼt for my inexplicable tears yesterday, you wouldnʼt have won against me,” Huang Zixian also admitted sincerely, ”I donʼt see you as a regular at Begonia Boxing Gym, and it doesnʼt seem like youʼve specially studied me, so you probably donʼt 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 wonʼt 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 doesnʼt provide personal trainers; itʼs not one of their services.”

”I donʼt 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 couldnʼt 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 youʼd like to fight, please let me know.”

Qing Chen was startled, ”Iʼm not fighting today, Iʼm just watching.”

”Then Iʼll 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 Zixianʼs 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? Wasnʼt 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 Chenʼs 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 ladyʼs exclusive place.

He was unaware that Huang Zixianʼs mind was already filled with complexities, as the Tiger Grade Boxing King couldnʼt 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. Heʼs 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.