After Chen Chuan obtained the data from Wuyi Academy, he went straight to the House of Fist. Once there, he found Yu Gang and explained the situation of the day.

Yu Gang asked, "So, you refused the funding?"

Chen Chuan frankly said, "Yes, Mr. Yu. I don't want to be bound by the so-called Mutual Aid Society."

Yu Gang said, "It's good as long as you've made up your own mind. Let me see the student data you obtained."

Chen Chuan took out the data from his satchel. Yu Gang took it and flipped through it, evaluating, "The content here isn't lacking, but it's too vague. It's difficult to make detailed and reasonable plans based on this."

Chen Chuan nodded. Besides the student's name, age, height, weight, and specialties, there wasn't anything particularly specific on the data.

Yu Gang said, "Without accepting funding, you won't have any informational advantage and will need to rely on your own strength to confront those students head-on."

Chen Chuan simply smiled indifferently at this, "Then let's clash."

In reality, after mastering the Soul-Stirring Fist, he was confident in fighting against senior students who had mastered Internal energy. Originally, he was still somewhat conservative in his mind, but for some reason, after yesterday's street brawl, even though nothing had changed, the feeling of looking up to senior students seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden.

Yu Gang seemed to sense his state and asked in a deep voice, "Kid, did you encounter anyone after you went back yesterday?"

Chen Chuan was a little surprised by Yu Gang's keenness, but he had nothing to hide, saying, "I was attacked by some suspected gang members on the way yesterday."

Yu Gang looked at him and said, "It seems you've seen blood. That's good too."

He didn't delve into the specifics. Encountering gang members here wasn't a big deal. People living in the West City dealt with gang members almost every day. Besides, Chen Chuan was Nian Fuli's nephew, so he didn't need to ask too much about this kind of thing.

He said, "Speaking of the re-examination, there's a way to fight with data and a way to fight without data. My suggestion is that in the next month, you need more practical combat experience and exposure to different styles of opponents. Lu Ke is no longer sufficient as a sparring partner in this regard.

So you can go to some boxing gyms and confront them under the pretext of mutual exchange and learning. Some boxers won't refuse a good opponent, but you also need to choose the right boxing gym. Some boxing gyms won't think that way, and if you don't have a background, they'll only think about how to cripple you."

Actually, there was another way, which was to go to the underground arena run by the two major gangs, where he could encounter all kinds of opponents, but considering that Chen Chuan was Nian Fuli's nephew, he didn't mention it.

Chen Chuan nodded. He first thought of Xiujiang Boxing Gym. He had a pretty good impression of this boxing gym last time, and it was very close to here, so he might as well choose this place to try first.

After noon, he continued his basic training for the day and then left the House of Fist early, running all the way to the Show-Off Fist Society located in Xigang District.

It was still early at this time, and the light boxes outside hadn't been turned on yet. There were only a few trainees in the gym, and the rest were all Show-Off Fist Society boxers.

Little Liang was using resistance bands to practice his moves. When he saw Chen Chuan coming in, he was first stunned for a moment, then he remembered something. Coach Gu had said that if this young man came again, he should tell him, but after seeing Chen Chuan, he was a little doubtful whether he had mistaken the person. This young man looked good and didn't have the fierce aura of someone who had been in martial combat for many years.

He went up to greet him, smiling and saying, "Little brother, long time no see? Practicing first?"

Chen Chuan got straight to the point, saying, "I heard that I can spar with boxers here? I wonder if it's possible today?"

Little Liang's heart tightened. He looked at Chen Chuan and tried to say, "Then...or, little brother, wait a moment. Our coach just went out..."

At this moment, a voice came, "What are you looking for a coach for? I'll try."

A burly man stood up from the mat and walked over.

He was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with a very stern face, very solid muscles, and a white sweat towel around his neck. He stared straight at Chen Chuan as he walked.

Little Liang hurriedly said, "Little brother, this is our boxing gym's senior boxer, Senior Brother Yan."

Senior Brother Yan walked up to Chen Chuan. Originally, he thought that Chen Chuan was the kind of person who thought he was very powerful after learning a little bit and then came to challenge the gym, so he wanted to try to put pressure on him, but Chen Chuan looked very calm, and it wasn't the kind of calmness that was forced, he said: "Interesting, how about I fight with you?"

Chen Chuan didn't pick his opponents. He also wanted to see the strength of a senior boxer from Xiujiang Boxing Gym first, he said, "Okay."

"Use protective gear?"

Chen Chuan said, "No need."

"You have guts." Senior Brother Yan grinned, "Don't cry out in pain later."

Chen Chuan smiled, "It won't happen."

"Tough, I like you like this." Senior Brother Yan gave him a thumbs up, took off his sweat towel, and went to warm up to the side.

Chen Chuan took off his coat, wearing only a shirt, and moved his limbs there.

The warm-up movements were based on the methods in the booklet that Yu Gang gave him. This wasn't unique to martial arts universities. The booklet had been out for more than ten years and had long been circulating outside, and it had been adopted by many people, so people who wanted to see his style couldn't see anything, and could only wait for him to get on the ring.

Actually, it wasn't time for ring confrontation yet, but people liked to watch dramas. The sparring before was always the same few people, and now a new face came, and they immediately became interested.

The people present all gathered around, and even the people who were training below got up to join in the fun. Some people even found a lot of watermelons and cut them into slices on the spot and handed them to everyone.

Some people were also booing: "Old Yan, go easy, don't scare our little friend."

"That's right, don't be like the last one, who peed on the floor."

"Eating watermelon, is it disgusting? Get out of the way."

"Hahahaha..." There was a burst of laughter around. Training was boring, and it was rare to have some fun, so these people let go.

Senior Brother Yan curled his lips and said, "He won't have that chance."

When the two of them were almost warmed up, they went up to the ring one after another.

This was Chen Chuan's first time on the ring. The ground under his feet was slightly elastic, and it felt a little difficult to press down on the center of gravity.

Senior Brother Yan saw it immediately, he narrowed his eyes, but said nothing.

Because it wasn't a formal match, there was no need for a referee, and it all depended on the wishes of both parties.

Little Liang remembered the sandbag that day, and suddenly felt a little uneasy, and said to the top, "Please, don't hit too hard."

Senior Brother Yan didn't hear that he was mainly talking to Chen Chuan, and said impatiently, "I know what I'm doing."

Someone couldn't wait to pull the rope, and the ring bell made a "clang" sound.

Senior Brother Yan immediately pressed on. When he came up, his hands were also one in front and one behind, but the front one was low and the back one was high, and the forefoot was constantly raised and lowered, as if he could kick out at any time.

Chen Chuan still put on the posture of Da San Shou[-], with his center of gravity slightly lowered. Although it was very ordinary, as if anyone could do a few moves, it actually had a solid feeling after being straightened.

Ordinary people couldn't see the difference, but many people present saw the difference at a glance, and the surroundings were no longer booing, and they all became more serious.

Senior Brother Yan also put away his contemptuous thoughts. Seeing that Chen Chuan was very stable, he didn't stay in place, he raised his front foot and faked a kick, but it was actually a spin, and he came up with a back sweep kick.

Just as he started, Chen Chuan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stepped forward, using a "Grindstone Hand" in San Shou, and directly pressed it on Senior Brother Yan's waist and hips. The latter's back sweep failed to come out, and he was pressed down from mid-air with a thump, and smashed to the ground.

If he didn't encounter a strong enemy or a sudden danger, Chen Chuan wouldn't use Second Self Merge for a long time, but only use it at the moment of making a move, so that it was both concealed and unexpected, and it could also save Second Self Merge time.

Seeing Senior Brother Yan's embarrassing appearance on the ground, someone hissed and said, "Old Yan underestimated the enemy. He didn't even do a test when he came up, and he didn't know the other side's background, so he messed around. He looked down on his opponent a little."

"That's right, if it's a proper Arena tournament, wouldn't this be a giveaway if he's pressed on the ground."

In fact, they were just talking. The boxing gym was open for business and needed to attract people's attention. It had to be able to fight and look good. If anyone went up, they wouldn't be embarrassed to say hello to others if they didn't show off their skills in front of everyone.

After Chen Chuan succeeded, he didn't continue, but retreated immediately.

This was a sparring, not a deathmatch, and it was still on someone else's territory, and he was still hoping to compete with the coaches in the boxing gym, so he always had to save some face for others.

Senior Brother Yan got up in a hurry, but he didn't seem to care. It was common to be beaten in ring fights. If he couldn't control his emotions, he wouldn't have to go on stage.

However, he knew that Chen Chuan had held back. He didn't need to thank him, because he knew that the best way to repay him was to show his strength and knock down his opponent once as well.

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