57: Chapter 57 Power System

Chapter 57: Power System

The coaching session came to an end.

In the dressing room specially cleared out by the club, Zheng Haokang was changing his undergarments and trousers.

Just then, a somewhat effeminate middle-aged man pushed open the door, speaking continuously as he walked in.

"Ah Kang, have you really decided to retire next year and join the entertainment industry?"

"Didn't you see how enthusiastic everyone was about you today? That little appearance fee doesn't even match a fraction of the entry fees..."

Looking back at his talking manager, Zheng Haokang did not respond.

The manager continued to nag:

"I think it's such a pity. You're in the prime of your youth and strength right now, you should work harder and strive more..."

"What's there to feel pity about?"

Zheng Haokang put on a tight shirt, interrupting him:

"What's the difference between Boxing on stage and Boxing in movies? Both are just performing for the audience to entertain people. As long as there's money to be made, isn't that enough?"

The manager froze upon hearing this, then couldn't help but nod:

"That seems to make some sense."

"Don't reveal this to anyone for now."

Zheng Haokang faced the mirror at the vanity and adjusted his hairstyle.

"Wait until I win the defending championship challenge match before announcing it to the public. By then, it's guaranteed to be explosive news and make the front-page headlines of newspapers."

Hearing this, the manager's bitter face finally showed a slight hint of joy.

"Ah Kang, you really are quick-witted. Looks like my worries were unnecessary..."

Admittedly, Zheng Haokang was the newly crowned Boxing champion, winner of the KFC World Fighting Championship.

However, in this mundane world where entertainment reigns supreme, no matter how famous a Boxing champion was, his commercial value was actually about the same as a B-list celebrity.

If he could leverage his current fame to smoothly break into showbiz and star in a high-grossing kung fu movie, that would be a different story.

With the combined effect of both and strong backing from capital investors, there was every possibility of him becoming an A-list action superstar.

Looking at Zheng Haokang's Yingjun features and his muscle-bound body, the manager's eyes couldn't help but light up, letting his imagination run wild.

Zheng Haokang got dressed and asked offhandedly:

"Where's Ah Xiang?"

"Waiting in the parking lot."

"Later, you and he take one car out first to lead the reporters away."

Before heading out, Zheng Haokang instructed, "I'm going to Jenny's place tonight, so it wouldn't be good to get followed and snapped by the paparazzi."

"Uh, alright then."

The manager nodded in agreement.

He knew Jenny was a C-list starlet the newly crowned Boxing champion had just picked up.

The two walked out of the club venue.

There were still quite a few fans and reporters gathered outside, shouting:

"Zheng Haokang, Zheng Haokang, I love you!"

"Zheng Haokang, look over here..."

Click, click, click—

Reporters raised their long lenses and flash units, jostling to thrust their microphones forward, asking all sorts of questions about juicy gossip.

Wearing sunglasses, Zheng Haokang smiled and waved to the crowd.

Several bodyguards surrounded him, shouting, "Make way, please."

They escorted him through the crowd and took the elevator downstairs.

...

Wantong Shopping Center, underground parking lot.

Cool-toned fluorescent lights glowed sparsely, making the area look somewhat dim.

Zheng Haokang stood in front of the emergency exit door and smoked a cigarette.

Faintly hearing that the commotion at the exit had quieted down, he walked toward another spare SUV parked nearby.

He walked up to the car, took out his key, and was about to open the door.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a figure standing by a pillar not far away.

Zheng Haokang ignored it, opened the door, and prepared to get in.

Just then, he heard rapid footsteps sounding, growing faster and faster in frequency.

He immediately looked up.

He saw the figure from earlier fast sprinting toward him.

Swish, a gust of fierce wind swept toward him.

Zheng Haokang's eyes narrowed; warning bells rang in his mind, and he instantly executed a dodge.

Bang!

Using the momentum of the run, the opponent suddenly unleashed a flying side kick that struck the vehicle behind him.

The car alarm immediately went off loudly.

Amid the ear-piercing blare, Zheng Haokang sidestepped to the side.

Looking at the clear footprint dented into the vehicle's body, his pupils shrank slightly.

One must realize that the body thickness of an SUV is far beyond that of an ordinary sedan, being at least 2 or 3 centimeters thick.

The power of this kick was rare even among heavyweight fighters.

Zheng Haokang assessed himself: only by planting his stance firmly during training and kicking with full strength could he barely achieve a similar effect.

Yet the opponent's build looked noticeably slimmer than his own.

How could someone have such immense power?

Alarmed and bewildered, Zheng Haokang glared at the opponent:

"Who are you? What do you want?"

The person wore a mask that covered half of his face.

However, the exposed eyes were bright and glowing, faintly revealing a sense of anticipation.

"Mr. Zheng, I am your fan. I came here today just wanting to challenge you!"

With that, his body suddenly swayed, and he threw a punch, charging straight forward.

Zheng Haokang did not dare to be careless; he assumed a defensive stance and stepped back to dodge.

In an instant, the opponent's continuous combination assault rained down on him like a storm.

Heavy punches smashing hard, hook punches following up, jumping high roundhouse kicks, and flowing downward axe kicks.

The speed wasn't remarkably fast, but the transitions between various techniques were extremely compact with zero pauses, and the power behind them was extraordinarily immense.

As a professional fighter also coming from a Sanda background, Zheng Haokang could recognize the opponent's Move patterns.

Yet every time he thought he caught an opening and tried to counterattack, he was always pre-emptively dodged or intercepted and disrupted by the opponent.

Forcing him to ultimately choose the most conservative approach.

Bending his arms to block, protecting his vital areas first to endure this wave of attack before anything else.

At this moment, Zheng Haokang felt quite frustrated in his heart.

With the opponent's strength, going to compete in the world's top mixed martial arts competitions and fighting for a championship belt would be more than enough.

Read the original and complete content first!

How could someone like this be his fan?

Besides, whose fan is this crazy?!

Coming up without a word and beating him with all their strength right from the start.

Are they treating him as a game Boss, or as their father's killer?

Zheng Haokang felt like he had encountered a monster, unable to help but harbor thoughts of backing down.

However.

The opponent's perception was abnormally keen; taking advantage of his moment of carelessness, he seized the opening.

With a sudden step-in side kick, he instantly closed the distance and launched a flying kick.

Zheng Haokang only had time to block with both arms, kicked back several steps, nearly falling over.

A heart-wrenching pain immediately radiated from his arms, as if his radius bone had been kicked to the point of cracking.

Fortunately at this time, the opponent relaxed his offensive and stopped in place.

Looking at him with a dazed expression, full of confusion, he asked:

"Aren't you a world-class Boxing champion and kickboxing champion? Why are you so weak?"

Hearing this, Zheng Haokang's face instantly felt burning hot.

Feeling that the opponent was deliberately humiliating him, the anger in his heart was ignited.

He was Zheng Haokang, who had been hailed as a combat Genius since childhood, triumphing all the way through professional matches and holding the title of "King of Fighting."

How could he be beaten like this by a guy of unknown origin who casually claimed to be a fan?

His expression turned exceptionally grim as he reset his stance.

He then employed joint-locking techniques that were banned in competition but highly useful in actual combat, combining them with Punching techniques and Wrestling Techniques to attack.

Throat-grabbing, shoulder-seizing, wrist-twisting, arm-wrapping—his Move set became sharp, decisive, and completely clean.

Zheng Haokang truly lived up to his status as a Boxing champion.

Although his physical strength was at a disadvantage during the fight, his mindset adjusted quickly, and his various techniques were extremely adept.

For a moment, he actually created a few minor troubles for his opponent.

However, that was as far as it went.

Just as he ducked low, stepped in close, and attempted to leverage a waist-clench spin to execute a hip throw technique—

Snap!

The opponent directly grabbed his shoulder and threw him over instead.

Zheng Haokang collapsed onto the concrete floor, let out a muffled groan, and hurriedly scrambled to his feet.

At this moment, the opponent's next attack came right on his heels.

A whip kick tore through the air, fierce wind howling.

Blowing Zheng Haokang's bangs wildly across his forehead.

A foot suddenly came to a halt half an inch from his face.

Then—

Slowly pulled back.

Zheng Haokang's eyes widened, his chest heaving irregularly, filled with a sense of surviving a disaster.

The opponent standing before him had disappointment showing in his eyes.

Like a climber who finally reached the Peak of a mountain after great effort, only to fail to see the breathtaking scenery he had envisioned.

This person who claimed to be Zheng Haokang's fan.

Was none other than Fang Cheng, who arrived a step late and missed the coaching session.

He chose this method to complete actual combat experience against a world-class fighting champion.

And through this battle, he clarified a rough power system.

A world-class Boxing champion who should represent humanity's highest level of fighting and physical Peak was far inferior to "Berserk Majima Goro."

Nor could he compare to that mysterious Man in Black who died at his hands.

Zheng Haokang's strength was at most only half a notch stronger than Majima Goro in his normal state.

Fang Cheng suddenly realized.

Without realizing it, he had already reached an inhuman level in a certain sense.

Thinking of this, although he felt a sense of achievement in his heart, he also felt somewhat lost.

Silent for a few seconds, he glanced at the skill growth gained from the battle.

[Boxing EXP +10]

[Sanda EXP +10]

[Jiu-Jitsu EXP +15]

Taking another glance at Zheng Haokang, who had not yet recovered his senses, Fang Cheng turned and left.

"Wait!"

Zheng Haokang suddenly called out at this moment:

"Can you tell me, have you seen those monsters like I have?"

Fang Cheng froze for a second upon hearing this.

He turned his head, gazing closely at this fighting star.