Chapter 37: You don

I can earn money to pay off your debt....

Those who usually buy my bets always make a profit!

So! Please teach me boxing!!!

Looking at the girl who bowed, gathered courage, and spoke loudly, Zhang Jie raised his eyebrows slightly.

How do you know I can box?

The girl lifted her head, casually brushed her silver sideburns, and said with a slightly red cheek.

I... I saw you practicing boxing when you were free...

Besides! Besides, when you first saved me, you could beat those thugs with one hand!

Weiniya eagerly showed Zhang Jie what she had seen.

Looking at the girl, Zhang Jie pinched his chin and began to think.

He actually wasn't short of money; as for how much a black-market prosthetic doctor earns, just look at his savings nearing eight figures.

But what he was actually thinking about was something else.

He couldn't use prosthetics, so he couldn't defeat Wil head-on in next year's Golden Fist Tournament; if he took Weiniya as a disciple and let her kill Wil in his place, would that give him an edge?

Zhang Jie was torn; if possible, he naturally wanted to rely on his own strength to kill Wil outright, but his martial arts truly couldn't reach that level in a year.

But Weiniya is different... her prosthetic compatibility is high; otherwise she wouldn't have lasted so long with illegally modified prosthetics. With proper training and prosthetics, beating Wil wouldn't be impossible.

Looking at Weiniya, who gazed at him with hopeful eyes, Zhang Jie fell silent for a moment, then, as if letting go of something, he sighed.

'Forget it... what's the point of thinking so much...'

Zhang Jie still felt compassion; he couldn't bear for this little thing to risk its life to make money, nor could he bear it to scavenge trash for discarded prosthetics to sell.

Zhang Jie felt that, regardless of whether it was for his own revenge, he should teach this little quail how to protect itself; ideally it could help kill Wil, but if not, that's fine.

At worst, we could deal with him after he retires; besides, I've had nothing to do lately.

'Teaching this little thing is nice; it's just giving myself something to do.'

Seeing Zhang Jie secretly nod, Weiniya's hopeful gaze grew even more fervent.

Alright, then I'll teach you boxing!

But before Weiniya could cheer, Zhang Jie spoke again.

But I have one request.

The quail stretched out its head, nodding eagerly, and looked at Zhang Jie with anticipation.

I won't ask you to repay me for the prosthetic I gave you, and I won't take a single cent of the prize money you earn.

But I require you to compete in next year's Golden Fist Tournament! Help me kill someone!

Okay... okay!

The quail hurriedly nodded, as if afraid Zhang Jie would change his mind, agreeing without even thinking.

Hmm, take care of your affairs today, and come practice boxing with me tomorrow.

Okay! Teacher!

"You promised the quail to teach her boxing; the next day, Weiniya moved to a place near you, you asked her how to handle the debt, she hemmed and hawed, only saying they had given her a grace period, and you didn't press further."

"You also finally learned the quail's name: Yumifeiya Weiniya, a poor thing in debt because of her sister's medical fees."

"For Weiniya, who fights with prosthetics, basic martial arts aren't that important, and time isn't exactly plentiful, so you immediately start teaching her boxing."

"Come, throw a punch, I'll teach you."

Zhang Jie specially cleared out a room for Weiniya and turned it into a training area.

"When throwing a punch, don't rely only on the prosthetic's muscles; let the power originate from the legs, transfer to the hips, and then to the fist."

At this moment, Weiniya was intently imitating Zhang Jie's form, and with a soft "Eh!" she punched the sandbag with a limp fist.

Zhang Jie covered his face; he could hardly imagine that the daredevil who fought recklessly in the ring was none other than the timid quail before him.

However, after worrying for a while, Zhang Jie still decided to patiently teach her.

Thus, he stepped forward and personally corrected her posture.

"Raise your hand a bit, right..."

Feeling the hand gripping her wrist, Weiniya's cheeks flushed slightly as she earnestly threw punches according to Zhang Jie's method.

Gradually, Weiniya began to feel the power, and gradually became adept.

Seeing Weiniya gradually grasp the knack, Zhang Jie nodded approvingly.

"Good, remember this feeling; let's move on to the next item..."

"Weiniya began following your systematic study of martial arts—physique, core, reaction, and technique—which were the four elements your father once summarized when teaching you."

"You watched the hardworking girl, and your thoughts gradually drifted back to those days; you recalled your kind father patiently and meticulously teaching you, and the warm moments of training with him, yet now you see in Weiniya a reflection of yourself."

As the sunset fell, after a day of training, Weiniya finally felt a sense of ease.

At that moment she was holding a small hamburger, chewing it with a "munch munch," and ever since Zhang Jie gave her a bite, she's been unable to forget its flavor.

At that moment, after finishing his work, Zhang Jie came to her side, saw the quail jump at a light pat, and asked with a smile.

"How do you feel?"

"Teacher...?"

Weiniya calmed herself a bit, her face turning red, seemingly still unaccustomed to such contact.

"Feeling great... thank you, Teacher."

"Alright, keep working hard tomorrow."

"Weiniya has great talent for combat and is also very diligent; in less than a week she can learn the boxing you taught her to a passable degree."

"To prevent her from being all show, you'll also give her rigorous sparring practice."

Your punches lack power! Your technique is crude! Your stance is unsteady! Your footwork is floating!

Zhang Jie merely tripped with his foot, Weiniya lost balance, face down with a pa-xi she fell to the ground.

"No form, no intention! With just you like that! Still dare to boast you'll defeat Weil?"

Zhang Jie sternly said, Weiniya stubbornly stood up, gritted her teeth, shouting, she exerted force swinging her fist at Zhang Jie.

"I will work hard!"

Sparring ended, looking at Weiniya panting on the ground, Zhang Jie sighed.

"This little guy, when sparring with me, simply can't bring out that all-out attitude he has in the ring; how can this be acceptable..."

Seeing Zhang Jie's contemplative look, Weiniya felt a bit flustered; she knew her performance was poor, so she weakly spoke up.

"Old.. teacher! I can continue practicing!"

Weiniya clasped her small hands together, carefully observing Zhang Jie's facial expression.

"... It's fine."

Zhang Jie pondered a moment, felt relying on his own sparring definitely wouldn't work; it seems he must let her grow in actual combat.

"Seems I have to force her a bit..."

"Weiniya, let's start underground boxing tomorrow!"

"Huh?"

Xiaoanchun widened her eyes, she remembered Zhang Jie's original plan wasn't to let her train for a month before underground boxing combat; how come now...

"Training like this is too slow."

Zhang Jie said solemnly.

"Time waits for no one; there's less than half a year left, the qualifiers for the Golden Fist Tournament will start soon; training like you definitely won't work."

"I require you not to use weapons, not to make any illegal modifications, to hold yourself to the rules of official boxing..."

"But.. but..."

Weiniya shrank her neck; underground boxing without weapons, hitting like this she really won't collapse, just as she opened her mouth, she saw Zhang Jie's slightly sinister smile, her heart jumped with panic.

"Besides, if you don't fight, the money on you will soon run out, right?"

"Little Weiniya, you also don't want to have no money to treat your sister's illness, right?"

Weiniya: "Huh?"