Chapter 755: Punch After Punch, Flesh to Flesh, Thrilling and Satisfying!

Ying Zhicheng's punch came like lightning, descending from above, furious and ferocious, carrying clear emotion.

Li Luo had assumed it was just a friendly, fitness-oriented sparring session; given that Ying Zhicheng was a beginner, he'd surely hold back.

But this wasn't holding back at all.

This was clearly meant to kill him!

By the time Li Luo felt the wind of the incoming punch, it was already too late to dodge—he could only rely on a young man's swift reflexes to barely step half a pace backward.

Yet Ying Zhicheng still landed a solid punch straight to his face.

Fortunately, Li Luo instinctively twisted his head, so Ying Zhicheng's straight punch struck the side padding of the helmet, significantly reducing the impact.

Combined with the half-step retreat as buffer, Li Luo was knocked back several steps after being hit, his mind going momentarily blank—but he still held up.

Leaning against the ropes bordering the ring, he held his head with one hand, shook it slightly, still dazed.

When he came to, he looked up at Ying Zhicheng, who still looked eager to continue, and gave a helpless expression.

"Uncle Ying… aren't we… being a little too serious?"

"Boxing demands full effort—how else can you get any training benefit?" Ying Zhicheng said seriously, "Are you ready? Recovered? Let's go again."

Li Luo finally understood.

Ying Zhicheng was here solely to beat him up.

He couldn't figure out what he'd done to upset him… Li Luo's mind raced, rummaging through his Memory Palace, and quickly realized the source of the problem.

Hmm… the new car…

When Xiao Wen was driving, Zhusheng had been secretly kissing him, and at that moment, Yuan Wanqing had answered Ying Zhicheng's call and told him about buying new cars for Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi.

Back then, the shock had been so intense he hadn't thought deeply about it—he'd been completely led astray by Yan Zhusheng.

Now, Ying Zhicheng's punch had shattered his mind open, jolting him awake.

Old Ying was clearly seeing red… he wasn't holding back at all.

But I did take away his two daughters—let him vent a little… I just hope he accepts reality soon.

After pondering this, Li Luo suddenly saw the key point—and felt a sense of relief.

Because Ying Zhicheng's behavior clearly aimed only at emotional release.

What did that mean?

It meant there was hope!

After all, if he truly opposed this—oh no, these two marriages—Ying Zhicheng would've stormed over directly to confront him.

Now he asks nothing, instead uses boxing as an excuse to unleash on him—that's actually a good sign.

Once he grasped this, Li Luo immediately adjusted his posture, returned before Ying Zhicheng, fists raised defensively, eyes fixed ahead.

The next second.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and instantly, Ying Zhicheng's standard boxing form appeared in his mind.

Memory Palace.

Fully activated!

"Here it comes!" Ying Zhicheng raised his fists, his small steps shifting back and forth, then instantly launched a jab—unexpectedly striking Li Luo's chest.

The jab carried less force than a straight punch, but its purpose was to catch the opponent off-guard; after being hit, Li Luo staggered back several more steps.

But he quickly regained his stance, returned before Ying Zhicheng, and kept taking the blows.

Outside the ring, the two boxing coaches watched the spectacle, chatting idly.

"That kid doesn't seem to know much, does he? His movements and reactions look like a total beginner?" The boxing coach assigned to train Ying Zhicheng crossed his arms, leaning against the wall to comment.

The female coach nodded, then asked quietly, "Does Mr. Ying have a grudge against him? He's hitting hard."

"Don't ask what you shouldn't." The boxing coach glanced at his colleague. "Just watch. Don't get overly curious."

"I'm just curious," the female coach spread her hands. "Otherwise, that kid's completely untrained—this is just asking to get beaten."

"I don't think so," the boxing coach frowned, watching Ying Zhicheng's growing offensive momentum—over time, something felt off, "There's something strange here."

"Huh? What's strange?" the female coach asked, puzzled.

"Look at the kid's movements—he's become much more skilled than at the start," the boxing coach frowned. "Was he faking at first? His footwork is good now, and his defense is actually decent."

"It really does seem like… he's got some foundation—he must've trained before," the female coach, now alerted, studied closely and exclaimed in surprise, "Then why doesn't he counterattack?"

"Does he look like he dares to counterattack?" the boxing coach chuckled. "That's Mr. Ying."

"True enough…" the female coach nodded in deep agreement.

Ying Zhicheng's identity wasn't a secret at the gym—he was the boss of Huayue Film and Television upstairs, their most elite client.

Every time Ying Zhicheng came, the gym pulled out its best service, terrified of driving him away.

This time, Ying Zhicheng brought a young man along—no one knew their relationship—and immediately took him onto the ring for free sparring.

At first, the two coaches thought Ying Zhicheng was bullying him; now, it seemed more likely the kid was holding back.

The boxing coach, as an outsider, could see Li Luo's oddness.

But Ying Zhicheng, as the participant, was lost in his own superior boxing technique.

What he didn't notice was:

At first, he'd landed every punch solidly, frequently striking Li Luo and forcing him to stagger back.

But over time, Li Luo had begun consciously dodging—if he wanted, he could've evaded every single one of Ying Zhicheng's attacks.

Yet Li Luo didn't do that; instead, he deliberately left openings for Ying Zhicheng, then blocked effectively with his fists or padding.

Thus, although Ying Zhicheng still felt the satisfying sensation of landing every punch, Li Luo barely felt any pain.

As long as Ying Zhicheng achieved his emotional release, that was enough.

Li Luo had gone to great lengths—his Memory Palace operating at full speed, relentlessly replicating and analyzing Ying Zhicheng's standard boxing moves, which was genuinely mentally exhausting.

He hadn't used the "soul possession" technique in a long time, because every time he did, his head swelled with unbearable pressure.

Back then, I only used it frequently during the high school basketball game.

Now using it again, Li Luo was panting—he rarely expended so much energy in such an intense session.

Fortunately, the opponent, Ying Zhicheng, wasn't young either; after this rapid assault for five or six minutes, he was already showing signs of fatigue. After all, even in normal freestyle boxing, no one could keep throwing punches nonstop like this while the opponent never retaliated.

After all that venting, he was actually a bit worn out.

"Alright… let's… take a break for now." Ying Zhicheng, having fully satisfied himself, watched Li Luo stagger back after another punch landed, feeling deeply content—he lowered his fists and took a deep breath.

Li Luo nodded and followed Ying Zhicheng off the boxing ring, sitting down on the sofa.

Just then, Ying Chanxi came downstairs and, seeing both of them wearing boxing gear, instantly looked shocked, hurrying over to Li Luo's side.

"W-what are you two doing? Why are you practicing boxing?" Ying Chanxi sat beside Li Luo, her face filled with concern, carefully inspecting him, then turned to Ying Zhicheng with a hint of displeasure: "Dad, did you bully him?"

Now that Ying Zhicheng had vented, his daughter's question made him feel guilty and embarrassed.

But Li Luo, having removed his gloves, quickly wrapped his arm around Ying Chanxi to soothe her: "It's fine, it's fine—I learned boxing back in school. I'm just having a friendly sparring session with Uncle Ying, mostly for fitness. What's there to worry about?"

"Really?" Ying Chanxi looked skeptical.

"If you don't believe me, just watch." Li Luo grinned. "Uncle Ying, shall we go again?"

"Sure." Ying Zhicheng, having rested a bit and caught his breath, nodded. "You're okay?"

"No problem. Let's go." Li Luo stood up grinning and returned to the boxing ring with Ying Zhicheng.

This time, Ying Zhicheng clearly held back much more, and Li Luo responded with appropriate counterattacks.

The two exchanged blows back and forth on the ring.

Because of Li Luo's Memory Palace, he could perfectly replicate Ying Zhicheng's movements and habits, so every time Ying Zhicheng threw a punch, Li Luo blocked it precisely—and every time he attacked, Ying Zhicheng blocked just as perfectly.

Back and forth they went, fighting with great fluidity; the fitness benefits were truly excellent.

After sparring with him for over ten minutes, Ying Zhicheng was drenched in sweat and even felt that Li Luo understood him better than his longtime sparring coach.

This kind of intuitive, synchronized combat was simply too satisfying.

"Kid, you really trained before?" Ying Zhicheng scrutinized Li Luo with suspicion, asking as they still stood on the ring: "Then why did you look so clueless when we first started?"

"Cough… I only learned for a short while. Of course I was awkward at first—this was my first time doing freestyle boxing." Li Luo coughed and made up an excuse: "Mainly because Uncle Ying kept letting me go easy, and once I got used to the movements and techniques, I gradually got into rhythm."

"Hmm… no wonder." Ying Zhicheng's face flushed—he thought to himself he hadn't let up at all.

Hearing Li Luo say that made him feel a bit ashamed.

But remembering the man's double-dealing, Ying Zhicheng silently snorted inside, convinced he hadn't done anything wrong.

All these punches? They were still too gentle!

"Dad, drink some water."

After Ying Zhicheng stepped off the ring, Ying Chanxi obediently handed him a cup of warm water.

Ying Zhicheng smiled as he took it and drank deeply, feeling refreshed.

Then he saw his daughter hand another cup of warm water to Li Luo—and even grab a clean towel to wipe his sweat!

The sight struck Ying Zhicheng, and he silently clenched the cup in his hand.

Luckily it wasn't a disposable paper cup, or it would've been crushed by now.

"You're so strong," Ying Chanxi whispered as she wiped Li Luo's sweat. "Dad's been training boxing for years, and you're still able to match him blow for blow."

Hearing his daughter's praise, Ying Zhicheng's mouth twitched twice.

"Cough… Uncle Ying was just holding back." Li Luo immediately noticed Ying's sidelong glance and quickly added humbly.

"Mr. Ying, your shower room is ready," a nearby attendant quietly approached and reminded him. "Would you like to bathe now?"

"Let him go first." Ying Zhicheng pointed at Li Luo, then said to him: "You're soaked in sweat after boxing—go wash up first. I'll sit here a bit longer before resting."

"Oh, alright." Li Luo nodded and followed the attendant toward Ying Zhicheng's private shower room.

Ying Zhicheng really knew how to enjoy life—after becoming a platinum member here, he got his own private changing room with an attached shower.

Li Luo stepped inside and quickly changed and showered, rinsing off.

Outside, after Li Luo left, Ying Chanxi quietly sat beside Ying Zhicheng.

Ying Zhicheng glanced at his daughter's lovely profile and suddenly recalled the words Yuan Wanqing had said to him in the office.

"... That's the situation. Both Xixi and Zhusheng have agreed to this, and they're both very firm about it, so I can't be too forceful."

"And Li Luo really is outstanding enough. All three kids are mutually fond of each other… in this situation, I truly don't know how to stop it."

"You call this mutual affection?" Ying Zhicheng's voice rose instantly.

But Yuan Wanqing's counter-question silenced him: "Then what do you suggest? Or, will our two daughters be better off marrying other men than Li Luo?"

That question had lingered in Ying Zhicheng's mind since leaving the office, and even after sparring with Li Luo.

If he blocked Xixi or Zhusheng, forced Li Luo to choose one, could the other daughter find a better match than Li Luo?

This kind of impossible choice would leave anyone helpless.

Anyone who truly cared about their daughter's future happiness wouldn't gamble on such a thing.

That's why both Yuan Wanqing and Ying Zhicheng were now stuck.

Most crucially, both Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng had agreed—how could parents possibly stop it under these circumstances?

Ying Zhicheng truly didn't know.

"Xixi."

"Hmm?"

"Over these past three years living in Bihai Lanting, have you been happy?" Ying Zhicheng leaned back on the sofa, gazing at the ceiling. "Have there been any unhappy things? Or any grievances?"

"Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?" Ying Chanxi turned, puzzled, then laughed. "Of course there've been unhappy things."

"Huh?!" Ying Zhicheng snapped his head around, as if suddenly grasping a justification, and asked: "What unhappy things?"

"I haven't finished yet…" Ying Chanxi sighed with a smile. "There definitely have been unhappy things, but since you asked suddenly, I can't think of any right now."

"They were probably just small things."

"There are so many happy things I can't even count them all."

"Is that so..." Ying Zhicheng fell silent, not speaking again until Li Luo stepped out of the bath.

(End of Chapter)