Learning Knight Combat Techniques

Li Wei, the instigator of this fierce battle and the one who started it all, was completely unaware of it.

He didn't feel nothing for Daphne and the others, but he didn't feel much either.

After clearing the Succubus Cavern, he originally planned to go back and grind his stats a few more times. Unfortunately, after unlocking several different poses, locations, and entrances with Daphne, he was unable to trigger the same quests again, so Li Wei's interest in them diminished considerably.

"Wang Haoran, didn't you say that Li Wei might not be able to succeed as a professional?"

Watching Li Wei walk away, the Indian girl nudged Wang Haoran's shoulder again, mercilessly stabbing him in the heart.

"He's now been rated a 4-star player, and his future looks bright," she said with a sigh. "Oh, I really want to meet him."

"What's wrong with that?" Wang Haoran blushed as he listened to the girl's words. "Don't you know these athletes need to take performance-enhancing drugs?"

"Spraying pesticides?" The Indian girl paused, then said, "Wang, aren't you being a little too hostile towards your fellow countrymen?"

"Compatriots?" Wang Haoran sneered. "I don't have any compatriots who rely on drugs to gain fame. In this country, it's impossible for an Asian to make a name for themselves in rugby unless they're a 'drug addict'."

"The higher he climbs now, the harder he'll fall when that medical report comes out," he said with increasing certainty. "He definitely won't pass the medical exam. I specifically looked up the NCAA rules, which have very strict regulations on drug testing. Even if he manages to get in by chance, he won't be able to achieve any results. His grades definitely won't be able to keep up with college courses. We'll see what happens then."

The Indian girl frowned and glanced at her classmate. For some reason, he seemed to harbor an extraordinary hatred and hostility towards Asians, despite being of Asian descent. He was usually very gentle and humble, but the moment the topic of skin color came up, his attitude changed completely.

She thought to herself, "Don't think I don't know you've been secretly buying Ritalin for your exams."

She took a step to the side, no longer wanting to talk to this classmate who reeked of sourness and had a dark mind.

...

Evening, at the Iron-Blooded Boxing and Muay Thai Gym.

In their first real-world sparring session, Li Wei easily defeated a student with one year of experience. Afterward, the student filed a complaint against the coach, alleging racial discrimination.

During the second sparring session, the coach, harboring resentment and personal motives, deliberately brought in a semi-professional boxer with three years of sparring experience, but the boxer was still worn down by Li Wei's stamina.

This time, it was the coach's turn to go on stage.

On the boxing ring, the coach was in a defensive stance, silently enduring Li Wei's fierce attacks from all sides. His opponent, Li Wei, was shirtless, and the attacks rained down on him.

Damn it, doesn't he get tired? Doesn't his body get fatigued from the buildup of lactic acid?

The coach was inwardly groaning. He had been quite well-known in the professional arena, but under Li Wei's offensive onslaught, he seemed powerless to fight back and could only passively defend.

"Bang!!!"

After 5 rounds.

"Okay, okay," the coach quickly called for a halt, "That's it, that's it. Damn, your stamina is truly monstrous."

"Maybe I'd be better off going down the professional boxing path?" Levi said with a slight breath, smiling. "Like Mayweather? Wouldn't that be better than rugby?"

"It's going to be tough on you on your own," the coach shook his head. "Do you know Zhang Zhilei? He's the strongest Asian boxer right now, and a strong contender for the world championship belt. But no matter how strong he is, the league just won't give him a suitable opponent, which means he hasn't qualified to challenge for the world championship for several years. They're just going to drag his peak out of the competition."

"Go play football, kid," he paused, then said, "I support the New York Giants, and I hope you can lead them to another Super Bowl! They haven't won a championship in over a decade."

Before Li Wei could speak, a series of attribute dialog boxes popped up.

[Knight's Combat Skills: 3/3 Completed]

You have defeated a formidable opponent: the martial arts instructor.

You have gained the passive skill: Knight's Combat.

[System Reward: Constitution +0.3]

【Knightly Combat Skill (Passive Skill): You are proficient in hand-to-hand combat techniques and have a high aptitude for unarmed sports】

Wait a minute? How much did you say? 3 points for one skill?!

Li Wei was slightly taken aback. Before he could react, a surge of intense heat rushed into his body.

[Constitution 2.5] - [Constitution 2.8]

The slight fatigue he had felt from the previous five rounds of intense, uninterrupted attacks was quickly burned away with a gentle breath.

He took off his boxing gloves and squeezed his wrists.

As physical fitness improves, not only do the five internal organs and cardiopulmonary endurance improve, but the feeling of "solidity" in the bones also reaches a new level. The whole person feels more fulfilled and confident, and it feels like their feet are firmly rooted to the ground.

"Thanks, Coach," Li Wei said with a smile, "I probably won't be coming here as often in the future."

Having learned the fighting techniques, he didn't intend to waste any more time here.

"I don't have much more to teach you," the coach patted him on the shoulder. "Keep it up. I hope to see you become the NFL's number one draft pick in four years and lead the Giants back to the playoffs."

"That's still four years away," Li Wei said with a smile. "It's still early."

Over the next few days, Li Wei continued his regular routine.

Without having to go to the boxing gym to improve his stats or train at the stadium, he can now find time to work part-time in the Upper East Side.

Don Quixote has been getting busier and busier lately. He needs to fly to Delaware with Susan on Saturdays to register a company, and he even slept in Susan's office one night recently.

When Li Wei jokingly asked him if he and Susan had taken the opportunity to deepen their relationship, Don Quixote became enraged again and loudly declared that he would no longer be deceived by women and was now completely uninterested in them.

Time flies, and two days have passed.

On Friday afternoon, before it got dark, Levi and Don Quixote arrived in the Bronx, which borders Queens.

They had limited time and needed to leave the Bronx before sunset.

During the day, this area can maintain a basic level of security and balance. But when night falls, it's like entering an underworld, where all sorts of dark and negative people and creatures emerge from the cracks.

"We're here, it's in that basement up ahead," Don Quixote said hurriedly. "José was such a reliable boy. He and his wife fled from Mexico and were so eager to stay in this country. I wonder what's happened to him lately..."

This is a room only a third the size of Don Quixote's original basement, with a dim light bulb teetering on the verge of collapse.

José was curled up on the blackened mattress. He was so thin that he was just a skeleton, with sunken eyes and skin that looked deathly gray.

Don Quixote had only been away from José for a month, and he had already turned into this state.

"Don Quixote..."

When José saw Don Quixote, his eyes lit up, but then turned into intense shame and guilt.